"With a guy like you in a wine shop, you dare to eat leopard gall to entertain your monk?" The middle-aged monk held back the evil fire yesterday and sent it to the guy, and it didn't count if he slapped him to the ground, and pointed to the little guy who had just gotten up and kept scolding: "The white-haired pastime master yesterday doesn't count, you dare to join in this fun." To tell you the truth today, the monk didn't see the same table as the old guy on the table for an hour, and the old man will eat you today! ”

"It's a pity that such a good sheep has lost its appetite by this smell of urine, it's really disappointing......" When he spoke, he really put half of the lamb chops in his hand back on the plate, and then washed his hands directly with the wine that he hadn't finished drinking. After shaking off the wine trickle in his hand, he got up and walked slowly towards the position of the monks.

"Old fellow, who did you say peed his pants!" The current middle-aged monk is a little nervous, and the fact that he peed his pants in front of so many people yesterday has become a joke in the monk's circle. As long as he heard the words related to urine, he would think that the other party was taunting him for peeing his pants, and immediately stood up angrily and glared at the old warlock who was getting closer and closer.

Seeing that the old man in front of him was dressed as a warlock, the middle-aged monk became even more unscrupulous. Among the monks in the world, the warlock is the last grade. Their way of inheriting one master and one apprentice, except for the legendary old monster Xi Yingzhen, it is difficult for any big man to appear. In the usual battle of monks, as long as the warlocks are involved, they are most likely the unlucky ones in the end.

The middle-aged monk was feeling bullying a guy from a wine shop, and he couldn't show his ability. Now there is an old warlock, just so that the monk can show his majesty and completely spread the evil fire of yesterday. Anyway, everyone is a monk, and it is inconvenient to use the spell on the young man in public, so it should not be a problem to greet this old warlock.

At the moment, the middle-aged monk looked calm and relaxed. It wasn't until the old warlock reached the position of two or three feet in front of him that he quickly drew a thunderbolt on the palm of his hand as he did yesterday, and then hit the old warlock who had already arrived in front of him.

A thunderclap rang out in the clear sky, and the last huge pillar of lightning slashed down. The lightning bolt suddenly changed direction when it reached the outside of the liquor store, and it rushed in through the door, and struck at the old warlock's body.

The moment the thunder and lightning fell, Xi Yingzhen had already raised his slap at the middle-aged monk and slapped the middle-aged monk's left cheek. At the same time as this slap was slapped, the pillar of thunder and lightning light really hit him. In an instant, a dazzling electric spark flashed through the old warlock's body. In broad daylight, the people around him were also pierced by this light, and it was because of this electric spark that almost no one saw that after the thunder and lightning hit Xi Yingzhen's body, they were instantly guided by him and gathered on the palm that was about to fall.

When the middle-aged monk received this slap, he had already really felt the electricity flowing through him. Countless sparks of electricity crackled and burst out of his body, and the monk's body stiffened and shook involuntarily.

This is still Xi Yingzhen didn't plan to slap him to death with a slap, and the old warlock controlled the force and speed of the thunder and lightning transmitted to the middle-aged monk. He really felt the sourness of the electric current swimming all over his body, and the moment Xi Yingzhen's slap was taken away from his face, the middle-aged monk's body had fallen straight to the ground, his body twitched and twitched, and white foam kept spurting out of his mouth.

After slapping the middle-aged monk, Xi Yingzhen's breath had not yet come out. The old warlock's eyes widened, and he said to the other monks, "Does anyone want to avenge him?" It's time to do it early, and don't keep Grandpa Warlock waiting too long. ”

"You're the Grand Karcist...... True! At this time, one of the monks that Xi Yingzhen was staring at recognized the origin of the old warlock in front of him. At that time, this old warlock participated in the rebellion of the hypothetical Tianlou in Chang'an City, and was arrested by the shadow figure for several years. Although it was just a pretense, the portrait was vivid. This monk had seen it with his own eyes back then, and when he saw Xi Yingzhen eating meat just now, he felt where this old warlock had seen it. But it wasn't until that slap that he remembered who the old warlock was.

"Huh? There are also people who know Grandpa Warlock. Xi Yingzhen sneered, then raised his hand to tilt the monk's face slightly, and said, "Hold this posture, don't move, just take a moment." You don't even feel pain, just wake up after a few days of sleep. But you may not be able to remember the events of the past few years, it's okay, Grandpa Warlock won't let you forget your father and mother......"

After knowing that the person in front of them was the legendary warlock, several monks were so frightened that they even forgot to flee. A few people were like frogs chosen by poisonous snakes, and they didn't dare to move. However, the monk who was about to be slapped in the mouth was the best, and immediately used all the strength of his body to shout out a sentence: "We are all disciples of Master Xuanming, Grand Karcist, you look at the face of the master, spare us this time!" ”

After hearing the four words of Master Xuanming, Xi Yingzhen frowned, and slowly put down the slap that had been raised. He ignored the stunned monks around him, turned around and shouted outside the wine shop: "Come back or not, Wu Mian, you two come in, tell the warlock grandfather, what is this Xuanming master......"

The old warlock who dared to love had already discovered Wu Mian and Gui Hui, but he never said it. Hearing Xi Yingzhen calling himself, the old guy's first reaction was to run away with his real body. However, after hesitating, he still followed Wu Mian into the restaurant with a smile.

"Just now, Wu Mian said outside that there was a person inside who seemed to be your old man, I thought he was wrong?" After smiling at Xi Yingzhen, he continued: "Two days ago, the two of us said that we were going to Liaodong to see your old man's house, but I didn't expect that without the two of us, your old man would come to find the two of us by himself, it's really providential." ”

After Xi Yingzhen glanced at the old guy, he said, "You're welcome, it's not necessarily your good thing to meet me." By the way, what about Xiao Rensan? Where did the little guy hide and steal the wine again? ”

Gui Gui said with a smile: "You still know that little guy, it is estimated that the little guy has just finished drunkenness." At this time, I was tired and was sleeping with the quilt in my arms. When I went back, I told him that I saw your old man, and the little one must be crazy. ”

Speaking of Xiao Rensan, Xi Yingzhen's face instantly relaxed. He said to Wu Mian, who was not returning: "Little doll, you tell the warlock grandfather about the master called Xuanming, that old guy is used to adding oil and vinegar." Grandpa Warlock wants to hear what you have to say. ”

After Wu Mian glanced at the old warlock, he said, "What kind of master is this, and I didn't give birth to him, how can I know about him?" Don't look at me like that, I don't know much more than you know. ”

Wu Mian was one of the few people Xi Yingzhen couldn't deal with, although the two people's techniques were too different. I don't know why, though. Every time the old warlock saw this white-haired young man, he didn't have any confidence in his heart. Although he has been agitating to gamble with Wu Mian again, the loser will be beaten in the mouth. However, in Xi Yingzhen's heart, there was a faint feeling that even if Wu Mian agreed to gamble a game. He may not be the one who loses.

At that moment, Xi Yingzhen would not be as knowledgeable as Wu Mian, and at the moment, he still knew about the Xuanming Master from the mouth of Sun Fatzi. The origin of this person made Grand Warlock Xi even more curious, and after slapping them one by one, knocking those monks unconscious, he beckoned Wu Mian and Gui Bugui to leave the wine shop, ready to see the true face of Master Xuanming.

Looking at the monks who fell to the ground and didn't know whether they were alive or dead, they were all disciples of Master Xuanming, and it was not trivial to die here. The owner of the wine shop stepped out and said to Xi Yingzhen: "This great monk, you old man walk slowly, these people won't die in your hands, right?" ”