This sword slashed into the wind, and there was nothing superfluous and fancy, it was so plain and often stabbed straight up, only the word "fast"! Like a swift wind and thunder, but it has been handed to Huzi's eyes in a snap of his fingers!

Hu Zi Shicai's leap was cut off by the severe pain in the viscera, and now is the time when the new force is not born, in the face of this sword, there is only one death, so there is still the power to parry? It was just such a moment that all kinds of pictures of the past flashed in Huzi's mind, and he found that his life of more than thirteen years seemed to have nothing worth remembering, and all the memories were like flashes of light, and they dissipated in a blink of an eye.

Are you going to die? Huzi asked himself. I haven't even seen the good world, so I'm going to die here so inexplicably?

At the last moment, a tiger roar sounded in Huzi's ears. In front of him, a robe flew by, and a thin iron rod the thickness of a goose egg rolled up the wind and sand, swinging the soft sword away. One move was unforgiving, so that a set of sticks was handed out, forcing Fu Daoren to retreat again and again!

Fu Daoren took five or six steps back, and jumped back a few feet with a little force. This time, the man who made the stick was not approaching, but put the iron rod on the ground a little, and made a dull voice: "This Taoist leader, such a heavy murderous aura." ”

Looking carefully through the moonlight, the person who came had a bare head - it was Li Lintang.

In this encounter, Huzi can really be regarded as an escape from death, and when he thinks about that sword, he still feels terrified. Now that Uncle Shi has saved himself, he has a little bit of a taste that is not very realistic. Raising his hand and wiping his head, Huzi rubbed the cold sweat on his hand, and the night breeze blew with a hint of coolness. At this time, Huzi realized that he had really survived.

Huzi stood up here, and on the other side, Daoist Fu stared at Li Lintang and said, "This master, this matter has nothing to do with you. Behind you is a demon, if you let him escape today, it will be a thousand difficulties to capture him another day, and when he is in chaos, you and I can't afford this sin. ”

"I didn't see any demons," Li Lintang spat out a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, "The Sprinkle family saw an old gang of vegetables bullying a little doll, don't you feel ashamed!" Bubble pee to take care of yourself, you have a lot of beard, and you are not afraid of getting into a lawsuit. ”

"Summer insects can't talk about ice!" Fu Daoren squeezed out such a sentence between his teeth, "You can't recognize it with your naked eyes, that is a demon who pretends to be a teenager for the chaos of the world!" ”

"Fuck your shit!" Huzi scolded, "Master has been practicing with Master since he was a child, and he has done many things over the years to accumulate virtue and do good, eliminate demons and slay demons, you say that I am a demon or a demon?" There is no evidence for the empty white teeth...... I also said that you are a demon who uses people's brains to practice! ”

After saying this, Huzi glared at Zhang Li fiercely: "The surname is Zhang, when did I, Peng Huzi, offend you?" Why do you slander my innocence and say that I am a goblin? Consider for yourselves, have I done you any harm? You went to someone's house to abduct and deceive me, but you didn't reveal your true face, what kind of heart did you have to slander others to put me to death? ”

Zhang Li could hear the irrepressible anger in Huzi's words, took two steps back, pointed at Huzi and said, "You...... You stop quibbling! How can an average teenager have the strength you have? That day, I told you fortune in front of the Drum Tower, and I saw your doorway, you are an old Qingfeng who forcibly occupied a child's body, and wanted to use the boy Yuanyang to borrow the corpse to return the soul, before you have said how many lives you have killed, I will find a senior master to get rid of you, that is a matter of course! ”

"With just a palmistry, you 'see my doorway'?" Huzi laughed angrily, "Okay, good! Zhang Li, you remember, if I don't die today, I want you to repay it a thousand times over! Daoist Fu, you should be a real mallet. Let a layman fool five confusion and three ways to deal with me, what a 'senior master', but also a fool. ”

"I am a disciple of Longhu Mountain, and I don't care about being quick to talk to demons!" Fu Daoren pinned the dust to his waist, and raised his soft sword, "Great monk, get out of the way quickly, I will kill this fang and show you, you will know his original form." If you don't let it, don't blame the poor sword for having no eyes! ”

"Oh, it turned out to be the immortal master of Longhu Mountain," Li Lintang held a stick in one hand, and stood on his chest with one palm in the other, and then bowed slightly, "What a disrespect!" The little monk Tie Da is polite. ”

Fu Daoren was stunned for a moment when he saw Li Lintang like this, and then turned his sword blade and hugged his fist: "The so-called don't fight and don't know each other, poor Dao Fu Kaiyun has seen Master Tie." ”

Li Lintang lifted the stick and put it in front of him: "But what can you do even if you are an immortal master of Longhu Mountain?" If you want to hurt half a hair, you have to ask me if I can say yes to this iron rod in my hand! ”

Fu Daoren still clenched his fists, and after listening to Li Lintang's words, he didn't turn his mind for a while, and he stood for a long time before he came back to his senses - he asked this monk to play. Fu Daoren's old face turned red, his eyes glared angrily, and the pupils in his four white eyes became smaller and smaller: "Monk, you are stubborn!" ”

As he spoke, Fu Daoren raised his sword and attacked.

Who is Li Lintang? I think that he was also the number one person in Jinan, and this reputation was not obtained by relying on which family and nobles tended to be inflammatory, but on the green forest road, between life and death, relying on an iron rod and a pair of meat fists, fighting to the death! has been making a living for so many years, and the kung fu tide in his hand has already died, Li Lintang has such a reputation, and he naturally has a lot of ability.

But this Fu Daoist doesn't just seem to know how to use some secret calculations, and his hard kung fu is really not weak. In comparison, Li Lintang walked a path of wide opening and closing, steady as a mountain, and Mr. Peng learned a light and smart, tricky and strange killing method, and the Taoist Fu in front of him should have mastered Zhongzheng, peaceful, and impartial kung fu.

Although the weapon in his hand was a soft sword that was more than three feet long and as thin as rice paper, it was not a tricky and mean sword in his hand. There is a basis for advance and retreat between attack and defense, and there seems to be an endless meaning in the agility. It's like a murmuring stream of water, flowing around the mountain of Li Lintang. However, this mountain is too majestic, and the gurgling stream can't withstand the mountain, but on the contrary, the mountain is helpless against this water for a while.

Seeing the anxious battle situation in front of him, Huzi had the idea of "mixing a hand" in his heart. It's not that he didn't think about taking the opportunity to escape - Li Lintang is back, and Mr. Peng must also be back, although for some reason it was Li Lintang who came to rescue Huzi, but he didn't see Mr. Peng's shadow, but if Huzi went to find Mr. Peng, it would definitely be a win-win situation. But Huzi doesn't know if the psychedelic spell and the trick that he used on him at some time are still effective, if this spell is still lingering on him, even if he walks out of this field, it is nothing more than falling into the opponent's next trap. Huzi can't do such a thing, so it's better to stay with his uncle and be safer.

So since you can't go, it's better to go to war.

But Xu is the problem of that glass of wine, and the yin qi in Huzi's body is still restless. Huzi doesn't dare to do it easily now, if it is still the same as just now, it is the time to exert force, and the tongue of fire in the abdomen will take another bite, it will not be a fatal thing!

Since Mr. Peng stopped Huzi's schoolwork, Huzi has not meditated and meditated for such a long time, let alone drawn talismans and recited mantras, which can be regarded as obedient. Now is the moment of life and death, where can you take care of so much? Huzi immediately made a five-hearted sitting mark on the ground, and then put a wisdom fist on his chest with both hands, and ignored foreign objects with his eyes, nose, nose, and heart.

Huzi dared to meditate in front of such a scene, and he was not without the slightest consideration. Zhang Li is as timid as a mouse, and now he is still hesitant to leave or stay, Li Lintang taught Huzi foreign kung fu, Huzi has a deep understanding of Li Lintang's skills, that Fu Taoist doesn't look like he specializes in foreign skills, Li Lintang can stop him from leaking regularly. With this certainty, Huzi dares to meditate and pranayama with confidence.

The exercises of the ghost family are different from those of orthodox Taoism. Ordinary Taoist priests practice techniques to attract the aura of heaven and earth into the body, swallow the sun and the moon, and gradually consolidate the practice to lay a good foundation, and the slightest chaotic breath in the body cannot be enveloped in. And the magic of the ghost family door seems to be more like the crooked way of the evil door. Guiguzi once said that all the laws in the world are laws, and it doesn't matter whether they are good or evil, only people have good and evil. He advocated that the aura between heaven and earth is close to human beings and is conducive to cultivation, but the obscure aura can also be used for cultivation, as long as the method is appropriate, it doesn't matter whether it is good or evil.

When Wang Chan was alive, although he was talented, few people could understand the work of his disciples, and the root of it was nothing more than the four words "deviant from the scriptures". The ghost family is such a "deviant" sect. Using yin energy to drive spells, using spells to control ghosts, how can you make the righteous path tolerate? However, the exercises of the ghost family can make the cultivators enter the realm quickly, which is not comparable to those step-by-step exercises, and the practice of the ghost family has also become a treasure in the eyes of many people.

Therefore, the ghost family adheres to the golden mean, never develops and grows, and there are at most four or five true disciples in a generation, and when it comes to Mr. Peng's generation, the ghost family is only left with him and Li Lintang, and Mr. Peng is the only one left in the sect.

Speaking of Huzi, he sat down here, without distractions, and was completely in his own meridians. In the past few years, his body has become accustomed to guiding yin qi into his body, but now that it has been cut off for a few days, the meridians in his limbs and bones are just the time to wither. Letting go of the spiritual aperture on his body, the thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth flowed towards Huzi's body with the thick yin qi in the night.

The fire between the viscera was extinguished little by little with the soaking of yin qi, and I thought there was something wrong with the wine. I don't know if Zhang Li originally met Fu Daoren, or if the two had some intersection in the past two days. Zhang Li should have told Daoist Fu everything he knew. Fu Daoist took control of the tiger according to the means of dealing with the ordinary Qingfeng, but he never thought that it would really work, so he made Fu Daoist believe that the tiger was the evil ghost Qingfeng.

Now that the fire in his belly is extinguished, he can freely release the spell without worries, Huzi thought about it and took the method and stood up, but found that his hands and feet were not his own! After trying several times, Huzi found that he couldn't stop this exercise at all, and the wisps of Yin Qi entwined with the aura were continuously introduced into Huzi's body, running along the meridians, at first like a trickle, and then like a rushing river.

Four words suddenly flashed in Huzi's mind: go crazy!