After receiving the news, the two began to wander among the monks,

It didn't take long to see an acquaintance, Huang Lao of the Kamikaze Sect,

At this time, his staff was straight into the ground, and the old man was already full of momentum.

Sitting cross-legged under the sunshade, with the suzerain's wife in his arms,

Swinging left and right, so unhappy.

What is a little concerning is that at this time there are several strange monks standing around him,

Wuyang guessed that he was a newly recruited master, after all, the last time he went to the kamikaze faction, Huang Lao didn't have such a big card.

Fortunately, in order to avoid suspicion, the monks did not dare to stare directly at the two of them.

Taking advantage of the gap between the sect master's wife in Huang Lao's light arms, Wuyang quickly pulled out his staff.

The fat man cooperated in a timely manner, and one hand also put on the staff at the same time,

Both eyes turned gray at the same time, ability, urge!

The staff was picked up and quickly disappeared into invisibility,

In order to achieve the purpose of disrupting the situation as quickly as possible, the two of them didn't even care about covering up the air flow in front of them.

A gust of wind gently blew through the sleeves of everyone's clothes, and the sunshade behind Huang Lao and his wife was also raised, slightly obscuring the vision ahead.

Fortunately, the ** sound from the lady from time to time made several monks in charge of vigilance feel uneasy, and there was no danger in the end.

After two breaths, the two of them approached the people of Moro Temple with their staffs.

didn't have time to think about it, Huang Lao's staff was thrown in an instant,

The staff remained invisible in the air for a while, and with a loud explosion,

The manifest staff flew at great speed towards the nearest novice.

"No!" Lao Wu deliberately shouted angrily.

At this time, the people of Moro Temple also found the clue,

With a wave of his left hand, the staff was flicked back.

Wang Lao's body trembled, and he had just returned from a state of trance.

Occasionally, the corner of his eye stood in front of him, and his staff was gone.

In a hurry, he didn't have time to look at the situation on the field, reached out of the curtain, and used the magic weapon of the royal movement.

Soon, the staff in the air trembled, spun around itself, and returned to his hand steadily.

After a moment of silence, the surrounding monks erupted into an uproar,

Some straightforward monks even looked at Huang Lao,

There is basically one meaning in the eyes: you are a cow, Lao Tzu is optimistic about you.

The people of Moro Temple were still furious,

You can also do it with such a cute little junior brother!

Seeing this scene, Lao Wu bowed his head slightly, and added a sentence in time:

"Daoist friends of the Shenyin Sect, this move hurts the heavens and the heavens.."

With a wave of the first seat of the precept hall, all the monks who had been aggrieved for a long time came up,

For a while, the magic weapon spell fell like a meteor shower, and the screams and wails came and went.

Inside and outside the temple, everyone was in a mess.

Because of Wu Cai's shout, Xiao Shami had already prepared to avoid being attacked by a sneak attack.

For a while, the people of Moro Temple felt less bad for him, and at this time, although there were monks with excellent eyesight who saw him quietly and withdrew,

After a little weighing, there were few people who were entangled with him.

After following the two of them for a while, they quickly attached themselves to Lao Wu, and the figures of the three finally dissipated into the air.

I can still hear a few people muttering,

"Lao Wu, don't be in a hurry to leave, hit him, yes, it's him. ”

"Why did you beat him?"

"It's not pleasing to the eye, this kid is more handsome than me, and he still has a girl!"

After knocking on a few sticks, Wuyang already had several storage bags in his hands.

The fat man tugged at the collar of the afternoon sun, and followed his gaze to see that dozens of people in the Kamikaze Sect had been surrounded.

With just one face, the monks under his command lay down half, and in desperation,

Huang Lao pulled the storage bag of the sect master's wife, and didn't care about the lady's delicate application.

Throwing it towards the sky, he also shouted luckily: "The secret book of the Divine Wind Sect is obtained by those who are destined to get it." ”

The Divine Wind Sect has been out of the limelight recently, first annexing the Divine Sound Sect of his size, and then many wild cultivators are also admired

Suddenly, it has become the largest second-rate sect outside the Saiwai, and many of the Saiwai monks present have a somewhat optimistic mind.

At this time, when he heard that the kamikaze sect cheats were shot, it was still the sect master who testified in person, and for a while, he didn't care about his evil intentions, and they all rushed to the bag

The encirclement came in, and for a while, they even rushed out of a passage.

Seeing this, the two of them were about to go up to touch the fish, but they were stopped by Lao Wu.

"What's the hurry!"

Seeing that his old god was sitting on the hillside, his eyes were fixed on the floating storage bag.

The first to grab the storage bag was a white-clothed monk, with a graceful demeanor, who took treasure from the army, so he was not freehand.

A thought flashed in the hearts of the three onlookers from a distance at the same time: This guy is easy to fight!

Sure enough, dressed so ostentatiously, it was particularly noticeable in the chaotic scene,

Four or five spells immediately greeted him, and of course, most of them targeted the face.

Before the white-clothed monk could brush his hair and show off his handsome face, the brilliance of the spell was dazzling,

With a muffled grunt, the man fell heavily into the dust, and the storage bag flew out diagonally.

The second monk who grabbed it had already gained experience, and at this time a mace allowed him to make the tiger angry.

The monks who wanted to steal chickens couldn't find a chance to get close at all, so they could only call for two spells from afar.

As more and more monks arrived, the dust was flying, and the ownership of the storage bags became confusing.

After another half a cup of tea, a short figure quickly rushed out of the encirclement,

The eyes of the people who were beating each other in the field lit up, and they chased after the figures.

Wuyang was also attracted to attention, and just got up and patted Lao Wu,

It means that people are about to run away, can we still chase them?

Old Wu is as immobile as a mountain.

After another moment,

Another small figure came out under the mound of dirt on the right side of the battlefield,

The probe looked around and saw that there was no one, so he rolled out and went to the heights.

Count him unlucky,

The direction of escape was the hillside where the three of them had stopped.

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The dwarf monk's name is Thief, and he was originally the most bullish thief king in the Longxi region outside the Saiwai.

It is known as the goose plucking, and there is almost no miss.

After this thief succeeded, he did not quickly leave the battlefield, he thought that he had done it seamlessly,

He often told his apprentices that there is an old saying that the most dangerous place is also the safest place!

He never dreamed that there would be a master of robbery ambushing here, and there was more than one at the same time!

Just as he was about to run into the grass, thinking he was going to escape, he was in a happy mood.

Of course, let's not talk about the story of the glove with ghost fire slamming at his heavenly spirit cover for the time being...

Half an hour later, the three of them were hundreds of kilometers away from Moro Temple.

Lao Wu was holding the afternoon sun in one hand, and he was looking at the hot wind system exercises with hot eyes.

In the other hand, he was holding a fat man, and the fat man also had a somewhat delicate storage bag hanging from his waist.

His mouth was still softly humming a new song he learned from the afternoon sun,

"Little Erlang, Xiao Erlang, carrying a schoolbag to school.

If you are not afraid of the sun, you are afraid of thieves. ”