Seeing this scene, Jiang Bai smiled again, stretched out his hand, and an oil-paper umbrella shot into his hand, then opened it, propped it on his head, and wisps of water droplets dripped down and fell into the puddle, making a crisp sound.

The old Taoist priest struggled to get up, his face was calm, and he said to the sloppy old monk: "Since you haven't joined the Young Slave Society, then why stop me!" ”

The old monk clasped his hands together and meditated on Amitabha Buddha and said: "The reincarnation of life and death is the way of heaven and earth. ”

Hearing the old monk's answer, the old Taoist priest got up and said with a cold expression: "The way of heaven and earth? Hehe~ Not to mention that cultivators should go against the sky, otherwise what kind of cultivation will they have! When it comes to this grand wish, it is immortality......"

Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest's lips moved, he didn't say any more, and changed the topic: "That's it, we have been arguing about this for decades, and we haven't come to a conclusion - I just want to say one more thing, your Buddhism advocates reincarnation, but my Taoist doesn't believe it!" ”

"Besides, I have to kill this son, why don't you get out of the way!"

Hearing this, the old monk sighed and said, "You and I have been friends for decades, and I don't want you to die." ”

Hearing this, the old Taoist priest smiled slightly, and his temperament changed from cold to indifferent: "Don't worry, I won't die." ”

After already knowing that he couldn't persuade the old Taoist, the old monk sighed slightly and got out of the way.

That's when —

Jiang Bai's ears moved, and then he smiled-

Dozens of inconspicuous shadows flashed not far away......

Dozens of walkers in green clothes are rushing towards this side......

Jiang Bai found out all this, but he didn't say anything, so he quietly watched the monks and young men in the heavy rain continue to confront each other......

………………

At the same time, in Baiyue City-

In a small shop in an alley across the street from Zhongfu, a teenager was lying in his room, gradually waking up......

"Here?"

With a little difficulty, he opened his hazy eyes, and a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old sat up, and he looked around a little confused.

"Where is this? Why am I here, didn't I escape from the dungeon and be unconscious on the road......"

He was lying on a large brownish wooden bed, his wounds treated briefly.

Seeing this, he was a little confused

He patted his head blankly and muttered in a low voice, "Wait...... Who am I? ”

"Liu Ming?"

"Nope." The expression on his face seemed to be a little hesitant, and the sudden flow of information in his mind made him understand who he really was.

"Now, maybe I should be called Lin Lang! After all, that's my name, and I was ...... before Just a substitute ......"

The boy sighed when he thought of this.

At this time, an old man with a vicissitudes of life and ragged clothes came to the young man, looked at him coldly and ruthlessly, and said, "Lin Lang." ”

"It's Lin Lang below, dare to ask your Excellency ......?"

"The Qingnu will be a first-class Xuanzi Qingnu."

"The Green Slave Society!?" When the young man heard this name, his pupils instantly shrank into the shape of a needle, and then he came back to his senses, he looked at the old man vigilantly and said, "Dare to ask, but why did Your Excellency bring me here?" ”

"Experiment."

"Experimental ?!!"

Hearing this, the young man immediately lifted the quilt and was about to run away, but unfortunately, the next moment-

He was caught by the old man, and then used the exercises to break the meridians of his body, and died in great misery and pain......

Yes, that's right, a teenager with the experience of the protagonist was killed by the old man at will......

Looking at the corpse of the miserable dead young man, the old man was indifferent, although he knew from the young man's clothes what background he might have, or what experience he might have, but he didn't care, what he cared about was that his internal strength was greatly reduced for no reason......

Yes, that's right, after testing and several experiments, he was finally convinced of what the inexplicable feeling in his heart a while ago was going on - his internal force, or rather, something was wrong with his exercises!

Not caring about the dead corpse of the young man on the side, the old man walked to the side, then sat down, and thought slowly.

"What the hell is going on......"

"Nothing like this has ever happened before......"

"Am I unlucky, a special case, or ......"

The old man's eyes flickered for a moment, then he stood up, led the corpse beside him, and walked down to deal with it......

………………

Yangzhou——

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River is a lingering scenery, with the scent and wind, which is intoxicating.

The master of the Jinyi Pavilion sat on the top of his Jinyi Pavilion library, holding a book and a cup of tea beside him.

There are deep blue tea leaves floating in the light green tea water, just like small beads, full of delicate fluff, slightly swinging, there is a burst of fragrance to the nose.

Incense, books, and tea, make this Jinyi Pavilion master look so leisurely, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the smoke and rain are misty, and there is a taste of dust.

However, the irritability in his eyes shattered the smell of dust.

There were piles of books next to him, all of which were books from the library.

He wanted to get some answers.

It's a pity that until now, he still hasn't found anything......

As for what he's looking for, it's actually very simple -

What should I do if there is an inexplicable problem with the Black Sky Dafa......

………………

At the same time—

Outside Baiyue City, on the nameless mountain—

Two hazy figures in the rain suddenly burst out, with an unpredictable trajectory speed, like meteors falling to the ground, colliding with each other, then separating, and then violently colliding.

The old Taoist priest was as gloomy as a terrible black storm, bringing the threat of death to the young man, and he was like a ghost, flickering erratically in the field, bringing a 'violent storm'.

As for the young man who was his opponent, although he had cultivated the Black Heaven Supreme Dafa, the supreme martial art of the Black Heaven Sect, he was limited to the inexplicable problem of the Black Heaven Dafa, which made his strength forcibly greatly reduced, of course, the same is true for the old Taoist, but the discount is a little smaller.

Coupled with the fact that the depth of his Black Heaven Dafa cultivation is not large, and then there are various factors such as experience, the young man at this moment is not surprisingly in a state of passive beating.

It's just that the boy didn't give up, he kept persevering, and he kept learning and improving in the fight.

……

The boy was hit hard again, but a thin black glow rose from his chest, like an eggshell, protecting him from further damage.

Then, the young man got up from the ground, withstood the stormy attack of the old Taoist, and was about to fight back, the way the old Taoist priest's moves were used immediately underwent a subtle change, and he changed an angle at will, hitting the defect of the young man's internal force cover-

At this moment, an extreme pitch-black power flashed, and then, the figures of the old Taoist priest and the young man disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the dozens of figures also happened to reach the top of this nameless hill......

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