When the second copper coin exploded, Mr. Tan's entire body was enveloped in a turquoise mist. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The purity of these yin qi is completely comparable to the mountain and river qi in my body.

That's right.

Comparable.

I have been practicing on the Ghost Mountain for so long, and I have also sacrificed ten years of life, and the purity of the mountain and river qi that I can gather is almost the same as the purity of the yin qi that Mr. Tan brought in.

But when I think about it, I accept the reality calmly.

Mr. Tan is a gentleman who has cultivated since childhood, and I am just a Taoist monk who has become a monk halfway, and I am far from being Mr. Tan's opponent in terms of foundation and experience.

Even if my talent may be higher than Mr. Tan, that doesn't mean that I can catch up with Mr. Tan now.

To be able to have such pure "qi" in a short period of time is something that ordinary people dare not imagine, not to mention that the qi I gathered is the qi of mountains and rivers.

Straight to the point.

After all, Mr. Tan was not my opponent at that time, and there was no need to question this, after all, the gap between the mountain and river qi and the yin qi was too big.

Mr. Lian Tan himself had talked to me afterwards, and when he saw the mountains and rivers coming out of me, he already knew the result.

But the result is the result.

Things to do.

It still has to be done.

"Although the mountain and river qi is much stronger than the yin qi........ But it's not without its drawbacks........" Mr. Tan said, and stepped back sharply, not giving me a chance to get close at all.

As he stepped back, he pulled out a cut of white paper from his pocket.

Looking at the shape of this blank paper, it seems that it is specially used to draw symbols.

This was an eye-opener for me, and it was the first time I had ever seen someone draw a symbol on a blank piece of paper!

When Mr. Tan bit off the index finger of his right hand and drew a charm directly on the white paper, I heard the grandson whisper a few words.

"Turning Yin into Yang....... The Gang of Iniquity ......"

"Nine buckets into filth....... King Kong Town Fang ........"

"I am as anxious as the law of my grandfather.........."

Since the black rune paper from before was still stuffed in Mr. Tan's mouth, Mr. Tan's voice was very indistinct when he said these words.

Originally, his voice was vague, but when he did it again, it sounded like a monk chanting scriptures.

"Open !!"

At the moment when he shouted this word, Mr. Tan stopped his retreat, did not retreat but advanced, holding the white rune paper in his hand, and ran straight towards me.

To be honest, if I encounter this situation when I am in a life-and-death struggle, my first reaction must be to dodge, and then find a chance to unload the rune paper in his hand.

Mr. Tan is not an ordinary Taoist priest, how powerful he is, I don't need to say much about this, everyone in the industry knows it.

Since he will choose not to retreat at this time, it means that he has a way to deal with me.

Even if he only used this method with the mentality of trying, for me, the risks involved in it are not small.

If you want to play with others, then you must not take risks, this is what Fang Shiliang has told me countless times.

I have never forgotten what Fang Shiliang told me, and I can guarantee that.

But now....... It's not like you're playing with your life!

"Come !!"

I yelled, and I didn't mean to dodge, so I rushed to meet it.

Since Mr. Tan and I were both moving very fast, the next second I caught up, we came into contact with each other.

The talisman paper in his hand was already attached to the door of my head.

And my fist also smashed into Mr. Tan's heart at this moment.

When Mr. Tan smashed seven or eight trees in a row and flew out, I couldn't help the sharp pain on my forehead, and I squatted down with my head covered, my body trembling non-stop.

"What kind of trick are you........" My voice trembled, and every word smelled of pain.

The position where Mr. Tan had pasted the rune paper before, and at this time, there was already an unbearable burning sensation.

Even a person like me, whose pain is paralyzed by the qi of mountains and rivers, can't help but feel this burning pain, you can imagine how powerful this rune paper is.

"No matter what....... Whatever the means........ It's not of much use to you now........." Mr. Tan replied to me weakly, his voice was very thin, and he felt weak when he listened to it.

Looking in the direction of the voice, the grandson seemed to be lying on the ground and speaking, and the whole person was limp on the ground, and there was no movement to get up at all.

When I saw this, I was relieved.

Some things are really written by God, and they are what they should be.

The more powerful the spell, the greater the cost when it is cast.

The white paper talisman used by Mr. Tan is obviously a killer move, although it is not enough to make him sacrifice his life, but in a short period of time, this grandson should have no combat effectiveness.

At this moment, I could clearly feel that the yin qi in his body was dissipating outward.

Previously he was gathering qi, now he is dispersing.

In my opinion, this kind of deflection is not artificial, but a natural reaction.

Mr. Tan's physical body is no longer enough to control these yin qi, and the nine acupoint veins can't lock these qi at all, let alone use it for his own use.

From here, it can be seen how much strength, or rather, energy, he has consumed by this move just now.

"Bang !!"

At this moment, another copper coin suddenly exploded.

And the yin qi that Mr. Tan had just exuded began to move closer to him at this time, looking at the momentum, it seemed that he wanted to return to the nine acupoints.

"You are really a variable, Master Ku is not wrong."

Mr. Tan's voice became a little louder, and compared to the extremely weak situation just now, it was almost like returning to the light.

"Damn, you're giving me a headache with this talisman." I said, raising my hand, wiping it on my head, and slowly straightened up.

"Your mountain and river qi is about to catch up with Shiliang above, but it is still a little less spiritual." Mr. Tan said, as if smiling: "I don't know how you got this power, but I can guess that the price you paid to get this power is definitely not small. ”

I didn't say anything, I lifted my foot and walked towards Mr. Tan.

"These mountains and rivers came out of nowhere....... It must have been lurking in your flesh before, right? As if he had discovered a new continent, Mr. Tan said to me with great interest: "This method is hard enough!" ”

"Nonsense." I scolded: "Can the old ghost teach me a trick that is not hard? ”

"Teach?" Mr. Tan was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and his tone became curious: "That means that your ability was taught, not because of other means?" ”

I didn't answer his question and clenched my fists.

"There should be a time limit for your use of mountain and river qi, right?" Mr. Tan smiled and asked me, "If you say that this method can be used all the time, 24 hours a day, then I don't believe it." ”

"Lao Tzu can even use it when he has a spring dream, what do you say?" I asked rhetorically.

At this time, I had lost the patience to continue to ink with him, and rushed straight towards him.

If I don't finish him in five minutes, I'm going to suffer a big loss.

"You say, if I keep stalling with you, can you beat me?" Mr. Tan asked me.

"You're fucking bullshit!!"

I cursed, and at this moment, I had already jumped a meter or two in front of Mr. Tan, raised my fist, and slammed it into his face.

I thought that Mr. Tan would dodge and dodge, and would choose those tactics to delay time, but the reality was far beyond my imagination.

"Bang !!"

When my fist smashed on Mr. Tan's nose impartially, I was stunned.

Before I could react, Mr. Tan lay on his back on the ground, and the yin qi on his body also had a tendency to be smashed away by my punch, and it was becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, and instead of chasing after him excitedly, or screaming at the water dogs, his face was full of doubt.

"It's not interesting, it's really not interesting."

Mr. Tan didn't look at me, but looked at the starry sky through the canopy above his head and muttered.

"It's just that I've been thinking about too many troublesome things lately, and my brain is too messy, and I want people to beat me up and help me sober up."

"That's all ........"

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