"Hey, he's an old man. Lao Zhangtou was surprised.

Lao Zheng Tou immediately said with disdain: "You are blind, what kind of old way, is it a small way." ”

Several old men looked at the young Taoist priest curiously.

This is different from the so-called 'heroes of the rivers and lakes' they sent away before, but it is different, and this little Taoist priest is too handsome, like a girl, with a feminine aura.

"This kid is too thin to withstand my punch. The old king shook his head, crossed his arms and watched, and decided not to make a move, for fear of killing people.

Several other old men also looked at the young Taoist priest with curious eyes.

"This donkey is really good, there is no trace of miscellaneous hair, it is very wonderful. Lao Zheng Tou stared at the little black donkey, his saliva was about to flow out, and said: "Good donkey, dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground, donkey meat must be delicious when it is cooked." ”

The old god stick glanced at him angrily and said, "Eat less donkey whips in the future, you are about to bleed...... To tell you the truth, it's possible for this donkey to eat you, and you can eat it? Learn from my old man for another 20 years. ”

"So powerful?"

"Can't be provoked?"

"Tell me earlier. ”

"Retreat first to respect. ”

The other old men, when they heard the old god stick say this, were all startled, and they all retreated, gave way to the place, and hid far away.

Damn it.

The old god was speechless.

The simple folk customs of Randeng Temple Village, these old guys, why have they become like this now?

The young Taoist priest rode on the back of a donkey, without any attention to these old people, his expression fell on the old god stick, saluted slightly, and said: "The family master ordered me to come and retrieve the [Pure Yang Sword], I don't know the old man of the fish, are you willing to return the sword?"

The old god laughed and said, "Let you take the sword?" It seems that your master has a high opinion of you, so let you take the sword alone. ”

"Pure Yang One Bloodline, I am the first," the young Taoist priest smiled and said, "The blue is better than the blue." ”

The old god nodded slightly, and said: "Well, if you can wear the Yin and Yang gossip robes and wear double swords, you should be the contemporary descendant of Pure Yang, but don't say it, as far as your boastful ability is concerned, it is indeed much stronger than your master's back then, and it can be called a sentence that is better than the blue." ”

I can't tell if this is sarcasm or praise.

When the young Taoist priest heard this, he was not annoyed, but smiled and said: "Thank you for the praise of the old man Yu, I don't know, where is the heir of the old man Yu, whether he is in the temple, please show up, fight with me, and complete the agreement of the year, so that I can get back the [Pure Yang Sword]." ”

"My heir?" the old god touched his chin, thought about it very seriously, and then pinched his fingers to calculate, and after a while, he said: "It should come to Baoji City soon, you can wait a little longer, it has been waiting for thousands of years, and it is not bad for one or two days." ”

The young Taoist priest nodded seriously and said, "Okay." ”

The old god stick observed the young Taoist priest very carefully, and pointed to the mahjong table in front of him on a whim, and said, "Since you are here, why don't you come and play two?"

The young Taoist priest still said very seriously: "Okay." ”

He jumped off the donkey's back, tied the donkey to the horse stake at the gate of the Burning Lamp Temple, picked up some weeds, threw them to the donkey's mouth, and then walked in step by step, and naturally sat opposite the old god stick on the mahjong table: "Please." ”

"Hey, I'm just being polite. The old god said.

The young Taoist priest looked up at him, did not speak, and his eyes were calm.

The old god stick laughed: "However, since you want to play, then this time, let's play a little bigger," the old god stick sat down with a smile, and raised his hand to beckon the others: "Old Zhangtou, old Wangtou, come, cooperate with us to play two hands." ”

An hour later.

Crash.

The old god stick swept the mahjong on the table to the ground with a slap.

He stood up angrily and said, "Don't play, don't play, damn, why is it me who lights the cannon every time?

"Damn. Lao Zhangtou and Lao Wangtou looked confused: "You can still play tricks like this." ”

The young Taoist priest stood up and said calmly: "Accept and concede, the one million yuan I won just now will be sent to Jintaiguan within three days." ”

The old god said shamelessly: "You are a monk, what do you want that money for? It's useless at all, so it's better to forget it." ”

The young Taoist priest said, "Hmm...... Seniors, did you know that the sun has 5 billion years left in its lifespan. ”

The old god was stunned: "What do you mean? What does this have to do with me?" ”

The young Taoist priest nodded and said, "So what do I want money for, what does it have to do with you?"

Old Stick: "......"

"I see. The old god stick was silent for a long time, as if he had discovered a new continent, and said, "Your master is in such a hurry and asks you to take the sword, maybe not because he thinks you can really get the [Pure Yang Sword], but because he may not be able to stand your poisonous snake mouth." ”

The young Taoist priest laughed proudly: "I think so too. ”

". The old god stick had a defeated expression on his face, and said: "It's the dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and you are still smiling so happily, hurry up and disappear in front of Lao Tzu, and when my heir arrives, I will definitely let him explode your head and tear your mouth as soon as possible." ”

"The juniors have taken their leave. ”

The young Taoist priest saluted very gracefully, turned around and walked out of the Burning Lamp Temple.

The old god stick looked at the back of the young Taoist priest, and suddenly said, "Little guy, what is your Taoist name?"

"Amitayus Buddha, the path number is 'immortal'. ”

"Poof, your master really dares to give you a Taoist number. ”

"It was Xiaodao's own choice. ”

"Then your master is really big-hearted. ”

"The tutor is really broad-minded. ”

"Your master's shameless ability, you have really learned a lot, little immortal, don't blame me for not reminding you, Jintaiguan is not as simple as it seems, you break into someone's nest, be careful of burning your buttocks. ”

"Thank you Yu seniors, the juniors know, no matter what, please don't forget the one million yuan. ”

"Get out. ”

This is the end of the conversation.

The young Taoist priest saluted outside the temple, rode on a donkey with a light posture, the bells jingled, and disappeared into the night darkness of the mountain road.

The old god touched his chin thoughtfully.

I didn't expect the Pure Yang Sect to have such an unusual junior, which is a bit interesting.

Li Mu, this little bastard, is still fooling around outside, so he has to go back to Baoji.

You're going to meet your opponent, boy.

"Master Li, your name is Li, why did that little calf teach you to fish seniors?"

"Oh, when I used to walk the rivers and lakes, I used a trumpet, surnamed Yu. The old god said casually.

The old king said thoughtfully: "Then with this identity, you won't be using a trumpet." ”

......

......

Early morning.

Fairy mist fills the streets and alleys.

"Who are you?"

Wang Shiwu was carrying the fried dough sticks, bean curd and mustard he had just bought, and looked at a blonde white man blocking the way in front of him with a wary face.

From the other party's body, he felt an undisguised hostility.

In the narrow alleys, there was also the sound of footsteps from behind.

Front and back blocking?

There were strange energy fluctuations flickering in the air.

All this made Wang Shiwu understand that the few white people who appeared before and after were probably aimed at him, and it was not the first time he had encountered a similar scene, but it was the first time that the ambusher was a foreigner.

"The one who killed you. ”

The white man in front of him grinned, showing a beast-like smile, and the next second his figure disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Wang Shiwu, and a dagger burning with white fire in his hand stabbed towards Wang Shiwu's Tianchi acupoint.

Wang Shiwu didn't look back, and a wisp of sword light appeared behind him.

Bite!

Martian sputtering.

The white fire dagger in the white man's hand exploded, and his left and right hands and legs were covered with deep sword marks, and he suddenly lost his ability to move and went limp.

At the same time, two other white cultivators appeared with psionic rifles in their hands, spitting tongues of fire from the muzzles of their guns, and shot at Wang Shiwu sharply.

"Look for death. ”

Wang Shiwu's face was angry.

The power of the psionic gun is extremely powerful, and it is easy to injure innocents, and these foreign cultivators are obviously not caring about the lives and deaths of the ordinary people around them at all...... This kind of person, damn it.

Around his body, dense sword lights appeared, layered on top of each other, as if a peacock had opened the screen, blocking and smashing all the spiritual energy beams.

"Die. ”

His figure flashed.

Two white heads flew into the air.

A long sword, I don't know when, appeared in Wang Shiwu's hand.

Bang Bang Bang!

Bright applause rang out in the alley.

A slender young Caucasian man with gold-rimmed glasses walked at the end of the alley, spoke fluent Chinese, and said: "It is worthy of the sword in the [Qin Sword Heroes], powerful cultivation and clever combat skills, this is not an earth exercise, you have obtained the inheritance outside the world?"

Wang Shiwu's face showed a hint of solemnity.

He felt a hint of threat in this white man, something he had never felt before.

"Who the hell are you?" Wang Shiwu said.

"We? no, you're mistaken, it's not us, it's me. The young man put his right hand on the frame of his glasses and said, "I am God." ”

......

......

"It turns out that this place is called Fulong Bend, and in the mythical legend of the Chinese, the dragon seems to be an auspicious spirit animal. ”

The white man with long blond hair, with a pair of angel wings behind him that the laity can't see, stands at the top of Fulong Bend, basically overlooking the entire Baoji City.

Below, where the Wei River flows, there is a huge artificial reservoir with rippling blue waves.

He took out an apple with a blue glow, with the marks of a bite on it, and a faint fragrance flowed out of the bare flesh, closed his eyes and sniffed the fragrance intoxicatedly, and he threw the apple directly into the reservoir below.

"Grow, grow, hurry up and sprout, hurry up and grow into a towering tree, the glory of my lord is about to come, Yongle Divine Garden, it will reappear in the world, hahaha. ”

The white man with long blond hair had a look of anticipation and joy on his face.

Everything went smoothly.

Baoji City is really a blessed land.