Ning Que followed far behind, seeing the shining cube in mid-air, his heart was hot, and his figure rushed forward in the torrential rain, completely ignoring the muddy road, his feet were full of silt, the ground was extremely smooth, and after the water was wet, he gathered in low-lying places, forming ditches one after another.

Jumping vertically, every time you land, your feet slide backwards, but the strange thing is that every time you slip back, one foot is like a scale, stepping down violently, forming a pothole, with the help of a reflex force, jumping out of a foot away.

I was very relieved in my heart, but fortunately, the slippery tiles at the entrance of the Taiji Palace, if it weren't for the last half a year, came and went, and I don't know how many wrestles I fell, thus forming a set of strange borrowing momentum.

As soon as it touches the slippery, then one foot is like an iron vertebrae, straight down, and the steel nail is stapled towards the smooth, with the help of this rebound force, the tile is like walking on the ground, smooth sailing.

Although the body was forty-five degrees, stumbling, as if the dog would gnaw on the mud in the next second, but every time it happened to stabilize the center of gravity, rushed away, until he reached the side of the pavilion, looking at the single eyelid of the pavilion sitting lonely, and slowly approached.

The footsteps were almost ethereal in the heavy rain, and before he could come back to his senses, a blow of the knife slashed heavily at the neck, a sharp pain, followed by foaming at the mouth, and fainting to the ground.

Dodging left and right, looking at the carpet of magic clouds gradually falling on the horizon in the dark, wiping away the water droplets rolling down from the bun, the rain rolled down from his forehead, his feet were already soaked, full of mud, and mud marks could be seen everywhere in the corners.

Feeling a chill, the fire in the dantian surged, dispelling the cold, looked around, the sky gradually became clearer, the bean-sized rain slowly contracted, turned into the size of sweat beads, and finally turned into cow hair, leaving a trace of ripples on the surface of the lake.

The mountain behind the water pavilion, the poisonous dragon's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about the slowly descending magic cloud blanket, let alone the drizzle that had not stopped, he dispersed the aura, and rushed out, stepped on the trunk of the tree, rebounded, and a golden light appeared from the soles of his feet.

The abrupt change made everyone's faces change greatly, and they all looked in the direction of the poisonous dragon's departure, and in the drizzle, people with lily hats could be vaguely seen. Yue Laosan shouted: "Poisonous Dragon, you are a good means." ”

In mid-air, "good means, means, paragraphs", the echo kept spreading, and the voice was angry.

The other people's expressions also changed greatly, completely forgetting the magic cloud carpet, jumping out, and stepping on the trees in the rain one after another.

Zhao Linglong looked at the only remaining He Lingfeng beside him, in the strong wind, the drizzle had already sprinkled on the magic cloud carpet, and with a pout, it was like a deflated balloon, shuttling in the air irregularly, and finally turned into a thin blanket.

Zhao Linglong turned over, waved one hand, and put the wet demon cloud blanket into his arms, there was a faint resentment in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, He Lingfeng stood aside, his body bowed slightly, "Miss." ”

Zhao Linglong's face looked a little hideous under the rain, a few wrinkles appeared on the side of the face, a few faint spots, stretched out his hands, grabbed He Lingfeng's arm, and said pretentiously: "Brother He, only you are the best for me, you must help me later." ”

He Lingfeng's face was gentle, a little imposing, and he actually had a different kind of majestic posture in the rain, "Obey." ”

Zhao Linglong stomped her feet and said shyly: "Brother He, can you not do this?" Then he felt bored, and said hurriedly: "Go, otherwise the baby will fall into the hands of others." ”

The two of them jumped on a cedar tree as high as two feet high, stabilized their heels, held their swords in one hand, and walked under their feet, their feet staggered, the tips of the trees slightly bent, and then jumped high.

The rain slowly wets the silk satin, and the style is myriad.

The poisonous dragon erupted with a violent aura, shooting straight away, and a gold chain less than three inches thick appeared in each of the two sleeves, and it was thrown out, like two arcs of throat locking, and the cold rain was cut off by the gold chain, heading towards the double throat lock of the man with a hat.

At first glance, the man was actually dressed in a monk's robe, and the hairline around his neck was empty, and he looked like a monk, holding a Zen staff in his right hand and carrying a bag in his left arm.

The footsteps were heavy and steady, and when he felt the sound of the shuttle behind him, he raised his right hand and flicked it, and the Zen staff tinkled and tinked, spinning very fast, and then he held it with one hand, and hit the ground with a heavy sound, and a purple ball of light rippled out, instantly shaking the gold chain open.

The poisonous dragon Zheng Yanfeng's ruthless face did not change color at all, nor was he surprised, the cuffs swished, and the gold chain thrown out quickly shrank towards the cuffs, and when only half a zhang was left, he pinched his hands, and the gold chain turned into dancing with both hands, like two golden snakes, running up and down, spiraling and stirring in mid-air, turning into a net, falling from the sky.

Under the shroud of golden light, the monk's figure was stunned, and he turned around, his eyes flashed with purple light, and he bowed his head slightly, completely ignoring the golden net cover that landed, and said calmly: "Amitabha, donor, you are in a good position." ”

The corner of the poisonous dragon's mouth overflowed with an evil smile, and he said with a long smile: "Hahahaha, bald donkey, you are also obsessed, the monks should abandon distracting thoughts and hand over the relics that troubled you!"

The net made of the golden chain had already fallen, and as long as he pulled it violently, he was afraid that if the gold chain was tightened, it would be firmly bound, and he would not be able to resist half a thread. But the poisonous dragon was suffocated, and suddenly felt a chill on the soles of his feet, and the cold air surged straight up, rushing into his head, and purple circles of light shuttled on his body, wisps of white smoke came out of his body, and his originally messy hair emitted a burnt smell.

"You... Good... Vicious. The poisonous dragon slowly pointed his fingers, blood spilling from his mouth, and his face was stiff and terrified.

Then he fell to the ground, and as for the gold chain hanging in mid-air, he fell suddenly and weakly, half-hidden by the mud, and his body curled up and trembled.

The monk's face remained unchanged, he bowed slightly, "Amitabha", turned around and walked, every step was so steady that the poisonous dragon could not afford to resist.

Several follow-up people arrived one after another, and when they saw the poisonous dragon lying on the ground, their faces changed greatly, "Second child, second child, are you okay?" The fat dragon and the iron dragon said in unison, stepped forward to help them up, and a trace of purple streamer passed, and the two hurriedly took their hands.

Yue Lao Sanwei shouted, "Thunder, thunder attribute, it turned out to be a rare thunder attribute, so domineering." ”

The fat dragon swept the fat all over his body, shook his head a little numbly, and snorted heavily, "Tumen Technique", the silt on the ground was like water, slowly rising, enveloping the poisonous dragon, and the purple arc guided along the ground to the ground until the arc completely dissipated.

Tie Long picked up the poisonous dragon, took out a mud pill from his arms, and stuffed it into his mouth. The dying poisonous dragon opened his eyes weakly, grabbed the iron dragon's rough arms with both hands, his breath was weak, trembling, and said, "Boss, third, go back, this person can't be touched." ”

The fat dragon hesitated a little, glanced at the gold chain not far away, looked up at the distant back, pondered for a moment and said: "Hmph, second brother, if you weren't too impulsive, why wouldn't you be here? It is still unknown who killed the deer. ”

Yue Laosan single-fingered the left and right, wiped the water droplets on his beard, and then flicked the goatee, his voice was a little lower, but he didn't have the intention of retreating, "I have already inquired about the monk, and he is also refining the fourth order, so he is not strong, not to mention that there are many people in the world, if it weren't for the water pavilion and wasted the five-layer aura, how could it be so embarrassing now?"

Wei Yue's face was a little solemn, but the greed was undisguised, and he said fiercely: "The older you get, the more afraid you are of death, look ahead, let's talk about it, hum!"

"Stains, boy, the hair hasn't grown, Lao Tzu eats more salt than you eat, if you are not careful, you don't know how to die, hum!"

Quarrels.

Zhao Linglong and the two followed, looking at the poisonous dragon paralyzed on the ground, his heart suddenly relaxed a little, he was still worried that he would take the lead, the clinker was not a fuel-efficient lamp, his strength was not trivial, and he easily injured the poisonous dragon.

Watching the arrogant figure gradually move away, "go", everyone couldn't help but say, galloping forward, and the iron dragon walked with the poisonous dragon.

Wow, the monk was wrapped in the middle, several people were in the shape of horns, their faces were happy, Zhao Linglong said: "May I ask your Excellency's name?"

"Little monk Xuanfa, donors, I don't know what is blocking my way?" Xuanfa's face was calm and calm, and he bowed slightly to show respect.

"Hmph, little monk, you are so despicable, hurting my second brother, and now you are still pretending, pretending to be nothing, good skills, are the monks all ruthless people who eat people and do not spit out bones?"

Xuanfa was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said: "Donor, the little monk is also forced to do so, that donor's gold chain makes him superb, if it is not for the help of Rykjin, I am afraid that he will not be able to win easily." Dear donors, please get out of the way, and the little monk will return. ”

Wei Yue was already impatient, this little monk, nagging, knowingly asking, pretending not to understand the world, the four-foot long sword in his hand snorted, flew out lightly, and shot straight at the door of the Xuanfa face, ignoring his life or death.

The rest of the people sat on the wall and watched, but wanted to see the wisdom of this mystical method, so that they could take expedient measures, conserve their physical strength, and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Xuanfa's face wrinkled slightly, and then sighed, a little helpless, he didn't expect that in the end, he would have to fight each other in the end, his right hand twisted, the Zen staff was flat, and then he went around, and with a ding, Wei Yue bounced off for more than a zhang.

"Huiling Zen Staff, it turned out to be the Huiling Zen Staff of Lingyin Temple, it is not easy to deal with! It is rumored that this staff is among the divine soldiers, and its power is boundless. Yue Laosan seemed to know everything, and said calmly.

"What are you afraid of, what about the divine soldiers? Fourth-order spirit refining uses divine weapons, how many moves can be used? Although it is unstoppable, but I am afraid that we will not be able to cure a little monk. Wei Yue said domineeringly, his face was blue and squirming, a little hideous and terrifying, not at all like the kind of scholarly atmosphere that talks eloquently.

Wei Yue stepped forward again, and there was a red glow on the sword, and the sword body actually trembled, turning into a tongue of fire, and rushed straight away.