Nie Xiaoqian saw the man in the coffin open his eyes and look at him, so he nodded.

met twice, and the fate of several faces can barely be said to be nodding friends.

A hint of strange color flashed in the eyes of the man carrying the coffin, I don't know if he was surprised by Nie Xiaoqian's arrival, or because Nie Xiaoqian nodded at her.

After being slightly stunned, he also nodded in response, then closed his eyes and continued to recuperate.

Nie Xiaoqian came in with a sense of vigilance, but judging from the current situation, the man with the coffin was not as vicious and domineering as the beggars outside said.

So, what are they fighting for?

Turf disputes, battles of will, and a big fight if you don't agree with each other?

Nie Xiaoqian didn't know, and she didn't think much about it.

She didn't come here to see the excitement, and to avoid trouble, she tried not to make trouble.

She glanced at the tall city god lord.

At this moment, just after noon, the yang energy is in full swing.

If it's an ordinary ghost, it can't come out at this time.

Even a ghostly like her, struck by lightning, can manifest in the daytime, and if it is directly exposed to the sun, it will still feel pain.

If the city god is a ghost, not a demon god, it should not come out now, just like the plague ghost and the flying yaksha, both of which are monsters at night.

Leaving Chenghuang's kind smile behind, Nie Xiaoqian took a trip to the side hall.

The city god temple has three bays, the main hall of the city god, the left and right side halls, respectively, civil and military judges.

The judge of the text has a judge's pen in one hand and a yin and yang scroll in the other, which is a righteous and righteous expression.

The military judge was dressed in red cloth armor, pressed his sword with his hand, and his eyes were wide open, which was very fierce.

Nie Xiaoqian's gaze swept over them one by one. Finally, it landed on the Flying Yaksha standing on either side.

These Flying Yaksha are all blue-faced fangs, ribbed with wings, and holding steel forks, almost exactly the same as the ones she killed.

Although it is a clay puppet, it is carved lifelike and very vicious.

Stand in front of them. Looking at them, after a long time, there is an illusion that they are ready to pounce on them and fight.

It's just strange that, according to the plague ghost, the Flying Yaksha should have been four pairs, eight heads. But Nie Xiaoqian counted them one by one and found that there were only seven heads, and one was missing.

"Was it moved away, or was it broken. Thrown away? ”

Nie Xiaoqian thought about it, and couldn't help but think of the flying yaksha she killed.

"Or maybe I killed one of them?"

If it weren't for that, she couldn't think of any other reason why the eight were missing.

After thinking about it carefully, she stepped forward and knocked on the statue of the seven-headed flying yaksha with her hand, which was crisp and stiff, and it was indeed not the flesh and blood of the imagination.

"Will it be ......?"

Nie Xiaoqian thought of a possibility, and suddenly felt that the entire City God Temple had become more and more weird.

The shadow of the sun is moving westward, and dusk is approaching.

Ning Wentian heard the outside that had been quiet for a long time. It was noisy again, and it didn't take long for a while. A cheer was heard.

"Ning Wentian, come out."

Ning Wentian didn't move, closed his eyes and meditated to nourish his spirit.

"Ning Wentian, if you don't come out, we'll get in."

"Just set fire to this ruined temple, saving you from earning it and robbing it. The head was broken and bleeding, and it couldn't be good. ”

After the cheers, someone shouted loudly, and his tone was a little arrogant.

Then, before he could make a move, a crowd rushed in.

But because no one could do three tricks under him a few days ago. Although they seem to have no fear on the surface, they are actually all afraid.

They were all crowded outside the threshold, and no one dared to cross the threshold and enter the main hall.

Ning Wentian opened his eyes, but instead of looking at the group of beggars huddled outside the door, he first glanced at the side hall on the left.

The girl who came in before seemed to be still there.

He frowned slightly and stood up.

When he carried the heavy bronze coffin on his back, others didn't think how tall and burly he was.

At this time, the coffin did not press his back, he stood up, but stood there without hesitation, and glanced at the group of beggars outside, but the group of beggars felt that he was full of oppression, and subconsciously lowered his eyes to avoid his cold gaze.

Ning Wentian looked at the group of beggars who were frightened by his own eyes, and asked coldly, "Found a helper?" ”

The leader of the group of beggars looked left and right, and one of his companions was a mess, and he had to step forward and answer: "Is the previous bet still valid?" ”

Ning Wentian said casually: "Ten moves, if you can survive it, come out, if you can't hold it, get out as soon as possible, don't make noise outside all day." ”

The leader of the group of beggars listened to Ning Wentian's words, returned to the crowd, discussed a few words with several high-ranking companions, and finally pushed up a beggar from the back of the crowd.

I saw that the beggar was draped in filthy and knotted hair, black and bearded, and his clothes were ragged, and he could not distinguish the true face.

When he was pushed forward by the beggars, he was still holding a wine bottle in his hand, and his steps were a little staggering, and he looked like he was already drunk.

Ning Wentian saw that the person who was recommended by the group of beggars to fight against him turned out to be a drunk man who couldn't even stand on his feet, and sneered: "When did the beggar gang fall to this point? ”

The leader of the group of beggars was slightly red by Ning Wentian's words, but his face was bronze, and he couldn't see it when it was red.

"This is the bag of disciples with the lowest rank in our beggar gang Qiandeng rudder, and the help age is less than a year." The leader of the group cleared his throat and argued, "Although he is a nobody in the rivers and lakes, his biggest hobby is sleeping and drinking, and he is either asleep or drunk every day, but it is easy to live ten tricks under your hands." ”

After the leader of the group of beggars finished speaking, he turned around and called the beggar, but the beggar only took two steps and suddenly stumbled, stumbling directly on the threshold, and the wine bottle in his hand came out of his hand.

"Wine, my wine......"

When the beggar got up, the first time was not to see if he had broken it, but to see the wine bottle that fell to the ground.

The bottle was torn apart, and what little wine was left spilled.

The beggar rushed up and picked up a relatively large fragment of a bottle stained with wine, which was a greedy lick.

The leader of the group of beggars couldn't see this behavior of the beggar, and felt that he was extremely embarrassed, but now he still expected the beggar to fight for himself, so he had to endure and walk over, and said in his ear: "King Lin, as long as you win the battle against that person, I will provide you with a month's drink when you go back, every day." ”

The beggar looked back at the leader of the group of beggars, and after being reconfirmed by the leader of the group, he reluctantly glanced at the broken wine bottle, and walked straight towards Ning Wentian.

One step, two steps, three steps, the pace of the beggar is getting faster and faster, and the pace is getting more and more steady.

When he was still three feet away from Ning Wentian, he suddenly took a big stride, raised his right arm, and pushed it out with one palm.

Ning Wentian stood with his hands in his hands, watching the beggar stride over, and there was a palm in front of him.

The power of his palm was very different from the light and fluttering steps, majestic and heavy, like a mountain, overweight, making his breath stagnant.

Ning Wentian's face finally became a little solemn, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Shaolin's strong Vajra palm? ”

And at this time, Nie Xiaoqian, who came out of the side hall and walked into the main hall, saw the back of the beggar who was asking the sky, and seemed a little familiar. (To be continued.) )