The white horse Xuanyi, the figure of the young man Lang Po Lala passing through the field, is extremely eye-catching.

When I arrived at the front lawn of the mansion, a servant had already greeted me, nodded and said, "Son, but you are here to find Steward Yu?" ”

Xintianyoudao, exactly.

He turned over and dismounted, and handed over the reins.

The servant turned his head and shouted, "Go and report," and led the horse to the side and tied it down.

The Yu Mansion was built no different from the ordinary rural landlords, except that a huge stone monument of nearly two meters was erected on the left side of the pingdi. The edge is carved with a dragon pattern tiger head, and the front is engraved with six big characters: stone dare to be, town hundred ghosts.

Xintianyou didn't wait for the people inside to greet him, and went straight up the steps and stepped into the gate.

When I entered the door, I saw a shadow wall painted with eight immortals crossing the sea, and just a middle-aged man with two white and fat mouse's whiskers rushed over with two little guys, and said with a smile:

"Contemptible Yu Fu, I don't know what the son is looking for me?"

Xintianyou is not here to make friends, and he doesn't want to waste time. snapped a big mouth and spun around twice in place, shouting:

"Tell the elm pimple to come out."

The second monk Yu Fuzhang was puzzled, covered half of his face that was swollen into pig liver, and said angrily:

"Call me!"

As if stabbing a hornet's nest, more than a dozen men with big shoulders and round waists suddenly poured out from both sides, and they pounced on them. In order to prevent the villagers from making trouble, Yu Fu invited a lot of nurses. Yu Pimple doesn't need it, he needs it.

But those people are almost like paper paste to Xintianyou. At the moment, he didn't make a heavy hand, grabbed one and threw it out the door, like a straw throw.

Plop, plop, plop......

Oops, oops, oops......

A ghost cried wolf.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yu Fu retracted and ran wildly along the hand-copying verandah, through the hanging flower gate and straight into the backyard.

In front of the main house, there is an octagonal stone house.

The whole body is tightly seamed and there are no windows.

Xintianyou saw such a building in the book, and knew that it was a place for monks to meditate and enlighten the Tao, called the hexagram residence.

The purpose of the Bagua is to gather the energy of heaven and earth, just as humans 10,000 years ago believed that the pyramid shape could gather cosmic energy. Not digging windows is not only for sound insulation, but also for the sake of not letting the precious spiritual energy overflow and scatter when absorbing spirit stones.

There are two large vats on both sides of the door, called Menhai, which are used to extinguish fires.

Yu Fu looked back at no one, slowed down and walked to the stone house, gently knocked on the copper ring on the iron door three times, and shouted: "Uncle, uncle, it's terrible......"

"What's the alarm?"

An old voice came from inside the door, which was heavy and muffled because of the barrier.

Gurg......

The iron door opened.

When you come out of the darkness and see the light at first glance, anyone's pupils will involuntarily contract. In the moment of light and dark, it is not clear at all. Monks are human beings, and they are no exception.

Yu Pimple only had time to blink his eyes once, and his chest was slapped like a sea of mountains, and he flew inward and hit the thick stone wall.

Rumble......

The stone house trembled violently.

Xintianyou stepped into the house and did not attack as originally planned.

At the moment when the door opened, it had already been judged that this person had reached the realm of the eighth layer of seclusion. Afraid of beating him to death, he immediately turned his fist into a palm, and also withdrew more than half of his strength.

After all, a living ancestor of the Yu family is more useful than a dead elm pimple.

Monks judge the realm, generally based on the surging aura and mana fluctuations. But the other party may practice secret arts, or use magic weapons, in short, there is a way to cover the aura, which may not be accurate. Xintianyou, on the other hand, gave up these external appearances and directly sensed the strength of the energy contained in the other party's body, and never made a mistake.

He had excellent eyesight, and he could see the dark interior with just the faint light leaking through the doorway.

The old man in the shape of "big" slipped off the surface of the stone wall, coughed violently, shook his arms, and spewed smoke from his cuffs.

Xintianyou did not move.

Cut, the other party is not only a low-level fire cultivator, but also lacks combat experience. After being attacked, he didn't leave the place as soon as possible, and actually coughed twice to report his location, which was really a mallet.

In an instant, the smoke was thick, and I couldn't see my fingers.

The man sat cross-legged on his knees, trembling and pulling out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, infusing it with mana, and reciting it silently with his lips.

The rune paper gradually brightened, and after a few breaths, a small red bird flew out of the air, shooting like an arrow at the young man who was standing like a demon god with a large thorn blocking the door.

Xin Tianyou's eyes widened, and his vigilance grew.

It's not scientific!

It stands to reason that the mages of the Netherworld can shoot fireballs at most, like the likes of the Sand Dao people. Even if he was given a piece of Enlightenment Realm rune paper, he couldn't rush it due to the lack of corresponding mana.

Like fire control, only above the immortal master can conjure up red birds, parrots, fire crows, vermilion birds and other things. The higher the realm, the higher the level of the spirit object that is conjured. It is said that the immortal Buddha can conjure up a phoenix, a sacred bird, and spew out samadhi true fire, which has the ability to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Could it be that elm pimple pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

In the blink of an eye, the little red bird flew in front of him.

Xintianyou didn't dodge, he raised his hand and grabbed it, to see what power this bird had.

Besides, his body can absorb heat energy, and anything that radiates heat is equivalent to nourishing nutrients to him, so wouldn't it be a pity to waste it?

Call......

The red bird flutters its wings, and the heat wave hits its face.

The pain of pinprick came from the palm of his hand, and Xin Tianyou hurriedly retracted half a foot. As soon as he made a move, a cold green qi came out of his palm and collided with it.

It's so dangerous, my skin is almost burned!

Theoretically, given enough time, he could absorb all the heat from an active volcano. Just like an ant that spends decades, it can completely gnaw an elephant clean.

But the sudden and high heat makes the skin unbearable.

When he was in Yunshan, he was thrown into the cauldron by the master's messenger to "gurgle" and cook, and Xintianyou always jumped out before the water boiled, afraid that the proteins on the surface of the body would coagulate.

Of course, you don't have to jump out. Then you have to consume energy and exercise to resist, there is no need.

The red bird was wrapped in green qi, and its speed slowed down. In the blink of an eye, the green qi evaporated completely, but the body was also thinner.

Xin Tianyou sneered, and his retracted hand reached forward again. The green qi suddenly permeated, and a small red bird that turned into flames was clutched in his palm. The birds clashed violently, but the dexterous five fingers opened and closed and closed and opened and opened like a lute.

Yu Pimple stood up, his eyes bulging, and his expression was like seeing a ghost.

Silly and motionless, it really became an elm pimple.

He couldn't see the details of the lightning and fire, only to see the boy reach out and grab the flames. It's like taking a leisurely stroll and picking a flower.

Ten breaths later, the red light faded.

The young man spread out his palms, white as jade.

The old man's throat rattled, and he hurriedly bowed down and said:

"Xiaoshui Sword Sect Fire Gong Daoist Yu Pimple, see Shangzun. Poor Dao only left the mountain gate last month, and he has never made friends from all walks of life, people from the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't know where to offend ......"

Xintian amusement.

Damn, it turns out that this thing has been burning in the mountain gate for 30 years, and it was a false alarm. No wonder the face is darker than his own, it is purely smoked. Thirty years of doing only one thing, the iron rods have been sharpened into needles, can it be bad to control the fire?

Although he relented, he should not be let go.