"Master, Master, we have come to save you...... Hey, why is there such a big fire, youkai?"

Sun Wukong rushed to the cave, glanced inside, and retreated silently.

Zhu Bajie, who was carrying M416, rushed into the Lotus Cave with a shake, and when he saw this situation, he went backwards.

"Apprentices, come and save the teacher, this group of monsters is about to be broken by the teacher. Tang Seng said lightly.

@#$%

How does that sound so weird!

Sun Wukong swallowed his saliva.

The Golden Horn King removed the door on his face, gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Monk Wuna, you deceive people too much! I am also an immortal who has cultivated for thousands of years, and I dare to use the door to smash me, and I will die!"

"Big brother, you are injured, and the seven-star sword will protect you. The Silver Horn King backhanded the Seven Star Sword back into the Golden Horn King's stomach.

Suddenly, a blood flower burst out.

@#$%

"Brother, where does the elder brother not live for you, can you tell the truth? Do you need to treat your brother like this?" said the Golden Horn King with grief in his lower abdomen.

"Ah, big brother, I was really careless. The Silver Horn King said in embarrassment, then looked outside the Lotus Cave, and said angrily: "The Wuna monk has buried an ambush and asked me to go out and kill for a while!

Suddenly, the congenital middle grade fairy treasure banana fan, the first world to produce the fairy treasure gold rope, the congenital best fairy treasure purple gold red gourd, and ...... The top-level immortal treasure seven-star swords of the day after tomorrow are all hovering around the Silver Horn King.

With a streamer rushing outward, the Silver Horn King lifted his spirits, holding the seven-star sword in his right hand, holding a gold rope in his left hand, a banana fan behind his back, and a purple gold red gourd hanging from his waist.

Rushing out violently, the seven-star sword turned into a streamer, full of sharp sword qi!

"Outsiders, dare to fight with my Silver Horn...... War...... Fight a fart......" The Silver Horn King held his head high and said lightly.

I saw that the monkey in the middle was holding a top-level immortal treasure in his hand, Sha Wujing on the left was holding the treasure staff of the middle grade demon subduing in the day after tomorrow, Zhu Bajie was carrying a black shiny weapon, and a negligible corpse demon was followed behind him......

"Shhh...... Where did you come from so many masters, and you still have a fart!" The Silver Horn King was extremely sad in his heart.

"It seems that Master's business is not bad today. Sun Wukong looked at the Silver Horn King and nodded.

"Why do you say that?" said the white bone spirit, puzzled.

"This is a silverhorn monster, it looks quite rich, and it hasn't been spoiled by Master and him. Sun Wukong said.

"Well, this silver horn is worth a lot of silver taels when cut off, I don't know what the master is selling at the stall today?" Zhu Bajie muttered.

“@#$%”

"Fuck the Silverhorn Monster! Lao Tzu is the King of the Silver Horn!"

The Silver Horn King was annoyed, raised the purple gold red gourd and said, "Bah, do you dare to agree if I call you?"

"Why don't you dare!" Sun Wukong just wanted to answer, but was snatched by the white bone spirit first.

"Haha, since that's the case...... Wait, what's your name?" the Silver Horn King remembered that the corpse demon didn't seem to be on the drawings, and didn't even seem to know its name.

"Amitabha, disciples, if you have anything more, let's beat him half to death first. Tang Seng clasped his hands together and slowly walked out of the Lotus Cave.

"You are all demon kings with names and surnames, how can you deceive ...... it, you don't talk about martial virtues!" the Silver Horn King just wanted to say something, a golden hoop stick, a demon slaying staff, a bullet, and a claw...... And the white bone spirit scratched.

"Damn, I have the ability to wait for me to come up with ......"

"Fuck it, who's going to stab me in the ass......"

"Stop, stop, wait for me to take out the banana fan ......"

"Poof, my gold rope ......"

"Oops! stop ...... first"

"You are all demon kings with names and surnames......"

The poor Silver Horn King is a magic weapon, and he can't withstand Sun Wukong and the other four...... The siege of the four demons.

Fifteen minutes later......

"Woooooooooo......oo Don't fight, don't fight, I'm also Daozu Taishang Laojun, woo woo, the boy who is responsible for guarding the silver furnace next to me...... You deceive people too much......"

"Holy monk spare his life, woo woo woo - holy monk don't fight ......"

......

"Wukong, stop. Tang Seng waved his hand and said, "Silver Horn Big ...... Hey, where's your silver horn?"

The Silver Horn King was covered with bloody wounds, and even the silver horn on the top of his head was gone, looking extremely miserable.

"Woooooooooo......oo I don't dare to spare the holy monk. The Silver Horn King crawled over to Tang Seng and pleaded.

"Shhh...... Disciples, how can you be so heavy-handed by the compassion of the monks? Do you still have a little conscience in your hearts?"

Tang Seng looked at Sun Wukong who lowered his head with great pain, and shouted sternly.

In case I break the leeks that I am a teacher of, where can I cut them!

After all, such a fat leek like this has only a few stubbles on the way to the west.

"The holy monk is kind by nature, so handsome!" the white bone spirit looked at Tang Seng stupidly, "I really want to give birth to a monkey for the holy monk." ”

Sun Wukong looked at the white bone spirit, and then at the golden hoop stick in his hand, thinking about whether to find an opportunity for her to see her own stick.

Well, it's awesome, it's pure.

"Come, drink some water, poor boy, and see what hurts you. Tang Seng picked up the silver horn and opened a bottle of pulsation for him.

"Woo woo woo - this water, such a rich fairy qi, not inferior to the immortal wine of the Heavenly Palace......" The Silver Horn King took a sip, his eyes widened.

"Come on, you have this fan in your hand, remember to blow it more, don't let the wound suppurate. Tang Seng took out the electric fan and said, "I'll help you keep these dangerous swords and gourds first, young people don't always dance with swords and swords, how bad it is to hurt yourself." ”

"Woo woo woo ......" Watching Tang Seng pick up the magic weapons, the Silver Horn King was moved to tears.

"Hehe, Seven Star Sword, it's mine. ”

"The purple gold red gourd is still mine. ”

"Rope gold, not bad, not bad. ”

"The banana fan used to fan the flames is not bad. ”

"Smelly shoes that have been worn for thousands of years and thrown into the system space. ”

Tang Seng raised his head suddenly, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Wait a minute... Something seems wrong?

With a wave of his hand, he took out the magic weapon he had just picked up.

Purple gold red gourd, gold rope, banana fan, stinky shoes......

Whoa, where did the smelly shoes come from?

Tang Seng picked up the shoe and threw it aside with a disgusted expression.

"You're also a mature shoe, don't run into other people's hands at every turn, it's disgusting, okay?"

"Whew......"

The shoe swept across a beautiful parabola and finally landed on the face of an old man with fairy wind and crane hair.

The smile that the old man had just shown froze instantly......

Go to Nima's golden cicada, hit me with my shoes, and be an old man so bullying, MMP......

"Ahem, Jin Chanzi, I am Taishang Laojun, those five magic weapons are mine, please return them to me. At the moment, the old man went straight to the point.

"What did you say?" Tang Seng frowned.

"I said that the five magic weapons are mine, please give them back to me. ”

"No, the previous sentence. ”

"Golden Cicada, I am the Taishang Laojun. The old man said a little embarrassed.

"Don't know, goodbye. Tang Seng directly picked up his pants and ran down the mountain.

Taishang Laojun: ......