The persimmon picked a soft pinch, and the willow gathered the ghost qi all over his body, turned into a wooden thorn covered with ghost energy, and slammed into Jiang Hao, the only one who could attack.

Jiang Hao's eyes lit up, are all the ghosts in Xiniu Hezhou so weak? If he was reckless, he should have died at this time.

The next moment, the wooden thorn came to Jiang Hao's forehead, Jiang Hao just stretched out his hand, and held it firmly in his hand, and the wooden thorn could not advance the slightest.

Feeling the strength of the wooden thorn in his hand, Jiang Hao only felt bored, and as soon as he used his strength, the wooden thorn was pinched into powder.

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky struck a lightning bolt that lit up the night and smashed straight on the body of the willow.

Before he could even scream in pain, the willow was gone, leaving only a charred stump still burning.

"Poof" The old Taoist priest spit out a mouthful of blood out of thin air, and his demeanor withered a little bit the moment the thunder fell.

Jiang Hao was startled, and hurriedly wanted to step forward to help the old Taoist, but at this time, he didn't have the time to quarrel with the Taoist.

The old Taoist priest's hand waved to stop Jiang Hao's figure, and he spoke: "Pull out the willow roots and go to find the heart of the tree buried in the ground." ”

Jiang Hao, who didn't understand his master's approach, had to do it, frowned, and came to the stump.

His hands were like iron tongs, and he was not afraid of the raging fire above the stump, and he grasped one end of the stump with both hands, and uprooted the half-cut willow stump that had been thundered with all his strength.

The bluestone slabs in the backyard rose one by one as the roots of the trees covering below were pulled out, Jiang Hao's strength was no longer enough to describe it as innate divine power, it was simply a demon once in 10,000 years.

In addition to the roots like a woman's long hair, after Jiang Hao uprooted the willow tree, there was actually a fragrant wooden lump under the stump.

The lump was taken off by Jiang Hao, and then the entire stump turned into ashes in the flames as if it had lost its backbone.

At this time, the old Taoist priest touched his beard, looking like a fairy wind and bones, and he didn't see the sluggish look just now.

Jiang Hao held Mu Xin and said with some doubts: "I said old man, isn't it just a ghost, do you need to make such a big move, I regret worshipping you as a teacher now." ”

In Jiang Hao's eyes, in order to kill a ghost, the old Taoist priest actually wanted to cast a spell that made him vomit blood, and he couldn't help but doubt his strength a little.

The old Taoist priest was so angry that as soon as his hand was forced, his beard was pinched off and cut off.

"Good boy, what do you know, this thunder is the first thunder of spring, and the wooden heart in your hand can be regarded as a stunning wood. ”

The old Taoist priest said a while ago that if he wanted to make a scabbard for his sword, did he have to do it with the things in his hand?

"Old man, isn't it all the beginning of autumn now? Where did the first thunder of spring come from? Jiang Hao opened his mouth, obviously still a little dissatisfied with this Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest raised his toes, pointed to the sky with his finger, and then pointed to his mouth, and then did not speak again.

Jiang Hao pouted, a good chance could not be revealed, and he pretended to be a master in front of him.

He still can't forget the appearance of this old Taoist priest trying to take him away with a nose and tears in front of the patriarch of his tribe.

Lao Dao pinched his fingers and nodded: "Let's go, something is coming, I can't bear the cause and effect for you today." ”

Jiang Hao put Mu Xin into the animal skin pocket, and the next moment the two disappeared from the backyard.

Almost at the same moment, the red-clothed female ghost Hongying and the three ghosts she had adopted appeared in the backyard.

Just looking at the traces of thunder falling from the sky in the courtyard, the three ghosts felt a fear from the depths of their souls, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Hongying's eyes were gloomy, almost devouring, and she walked to the pile of ashes that had been charred by the willows without speaking.

Youyou sighed for a long time, and Hongying said: "Yang Liu, you have suffered for so many years, and you are finally relieved, how long do I have to wait." ”

A gust of wind blew, the ashes in Hongying's hands disappeared, and the woman in the story was relieved.

"It's a pity that I can't leave this house, or I'll fight to get an explanation for you. ”

Hongying only felt the abnormality after the thunder fell, and when she rushed over with the ghosts, it was too late, and she might be far above her if she could do it.

The deep-rooted idea that everyone gets and blames ghosts has always been rooted in people's minds.

Only the man who is willing to sit down and talk to himself will say, 'Ghosts are not people, and I don't believe that there are no good ghosts among ghosts.'"

"Ye Gongzi, the little girl wants to have a good talk with you under the moonlight again," Hongying muttered in a low voice...

And Ye Liancheng, who was concerned by the red tassel, was running the nine steps of the "Wind and Thunder Steps" in the moonlight at this time.

Now that he has just become a child, he can't do the nine steps in this formula as he wants, in other words, he can't combine these nine steps freely.

There is about half an hour left, and I will be able to return to the Iron Sword Gate.

Thinking back carefully about yesterday's incident, Ye Liancheng was a little puzzled, could it really be better for him to practice swords?

No, no, Ye Liancheng shook his head, how could he easily shake his sword intent when he finally found it!

Ye Liancheng was a little helpless, that old beggar was definitely a hidden master, but it was a pity that he didn't teach himself the idea of peerless exercises, and he still disturbed his state of mind.

The corners of Ye Liancheng's mouth raised slightly, it's not that he doesn't want to reveal his identity, see if I see you next time I see you, I won't clean you up.

When I think about it, I feel a little happier.

Unconsciously, Ye Liancheng came to the foot of Tiejianmen Mountain, and at this time, it was night, and Tiejianmen would arrange some outer disciples to guard and patrol at the mountain gate.

Of course, this job will provide a certain amount of remuneration to the outer disciples, so some of the outer disciples of the Iron Sword Sect from the Han Sect rushed to do this errand.

After seeing Ye Liancheng dressed in white, the two disciples who were guarding the gate at the foot of the Iron Sword Gate were all dazzled.

"Big brother!"

Hehe, Ye Liancheng's heart blossomed, but on the surface, he still remained silent, and pressed his hands twice in the air, signaling the two disciples to keep a low profile.

"Ahem, you've all worked hard, keep up the good work. ”

According to custom, Ye Liancheng could only enter the main gate after showing a token symbolizing his identity at the door.

When Ye Liancheng left, the two disciples suddenly stood straight and said loudly to Ye Liancheng: "Senior brother, don't worry, we will definitely do the melon skin that Senior Brother Ge Ye dedicated to the sect!"

Holding back a smile, Ye Liancheng patted the shoulders of the two disciples.

Shen Sheng encouraged: "Come on." ”

Then he walked up the mountain quickly, knowing that he had walked about half a mile, Ye Liancheng finally couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed loudly against the trees on the side.

Good guy, this kid Ge Ye seems to have passed on the knowledge he has learned to the new disciples for so many days.

It's just that I don't know how this kid's Dan is doing after so long...