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"Good. ”

The sick scholar chuckled suddenly, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the void.

In an instant, the middle-aged monk didn't know what was going on, so the sick scholar took the stick from his hand in the air, and while he was still in a daze, the sick scholar broke the stick with two fingers in front of everyone.

Originally, with the grade of that stick, even if it was broken, it still had a lot of strength, but the sick scholar's technique was really amazing, as if it had broken the lifeblood of this stick, and after it was broken, it actually became a mortal thing, inconspicuous.

"You ......"

The middle-aged monk gasped, his face full of horror.

The sick scholar's eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Do you want to use this kind of broken weapon against me? Get out of the way before I want to kill someone, and don't let me see you again." ”

The dozen or so martial immortals saw that the sick scholar was so powerful and his cultivation was so high, I was afraid that they were already martial saints, and they knew that even if they shot together, they would not be able to beat the sick scholar alone, and they were worried that the sick scholar would kill next, so they hurriedly ran away.

As soon as these people left, they suddenly saw a figure flickering, and there were six more people in the hall of the inn.

These six people were all old men with cold faces, and their bodies all exuded the aura of a junior martial saint, and without saying a word, they walked directly to the sick scholar step by step.

Fang Xiaowu sensed the great power of these six guys, and was about to get up and walk away, so as not to suffer from the pond fish.

But at this moment, the sick scholar smiled slightly and said, "Little brother, what are you worried about?"

With a flick of his fingers, a finger wind shot out, hitting a junior martial saint.

After the junior martial saint was hit by the finger wind, he suddenly hit it with one hand, and with a "snap", he actually gave his companion a slap, like some kind of exercise of a sick scholar.

Between the lightning and the fire, whether it was the junior martial saint who beat people, the junior martial saint who was beaten, and the other four junior martial saints who had never done anything, they all used teleportation**, moved back two feet, and looked at the sick scholar in surprise and suspicion.

The six of them pondered for a while, and suddenly thought of the legendary top-notch heaven-level exercises, and cold sweat flowed involuntarily.

"You...... Do you know the ...... of "Wedding Dress", a junior martial saint said in a trembling voice.

"What if you know?" said the sick scholar lightly.

"You...... Who the hell are you?"

"Since everyone calls me Sick Scholar, my current name is Sick Scholar, and you are also here for the Colorful Escape Fan?"

"Yes. ”

"It seems that for the sake of this treasure, you don't even care about your lives, let's go, I can let you live, go back and tell your master, and say that I will come to the door sooner or later." ”

Hearing this, the six junior martial saints did not leave, but settled down, glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, and decided to fight hard with the sick scholar.

I saw that they quickly stood in a row, and the five people behind them all put their hands on the shoulders of the people in front of them, and then the person in front of them made a move, flipped their palms, slapped in the air, and a strange aura locked the entire hall at once, and Yuan Li went wild.

Fang Xiaowu originally wanted to hide far away, after all, the cultivation of these six people was far from being comparable to the dozen or so martial immortals just now, and if he really wanted to fight with the sick scholar in the hall, he would let himself, an outsider, suffer from accidents at any time.

However, without waiting for Fang Xiaowu to walk away, at this moment, the sick scholar just waved his long sleeves lightly, and a strong yuan force was released.

Bang!

I saw that the junior martial saint standing in the front trembled slightly, and suddenly fell backwards without a sound, and fainted, and the five junior martial saints behind him were bleeding from the corners of their mouths, obviously suffering internal injuries, and they couldn't even stand steadily.

With just such a flick of his fingers, the formation laid out by the six junior martial saints was broken by the sick scholar, and the sick scholar cultivated to a high level, at least he was also an intermediate martial saint.

Bang Bang Bang ~

There was a sound of slapping outside the door of the restaurant, and with this sound, a monk with a slender body and dressed as a scribe walked in vigorously, smiling, looking very kind, and said: "The ability of the master is really amazing, and I admire it very much." ”

The sick scholar glanced at the monk and asked, "Are you the smiling sword saint Zhuge Hong?"

"It turns out that the respected driver knows below, yes, it is Zhuge Hong below. ”

"I didn't expect that you had already taken refuge in the four great families of Martial God City. ”

"It's good to say, it's good to say, I was ordered to come to meet the driver this time, and I hope that the driver can enjoy a face, and sell the colorful fan to the next, no matter how much money the driver pays, he can afford it. ”

"No, let's go. ”

Hearing this, Zhuge Hong deserved the nickname of "Smiling Sword Saint", and he was still able to keep a smile on his face, and said: "If the respected driver wants me to go, that is if he refuses to bid, he will have to rob it and offend." ”

When the words fell, Zhuge Hong suddenly appeared next to the sick scholar, and what he did was teleportation**.

With a "snap", Zhuge Hong raised his arm and grabbed it, and one hand fell on the shoulder of the sick scholar, the smiling face looked more kind, and said: "I see that Zun Jia is in poor health, and the internal injuries are not light, I don't know who injured him?"

The sick scholar looked like he was restrained by Zhuge Hong, but his face remained unchanged, and Zhuge Hong's palm still fell on his shoulder, and said lightly: "Zhuge Hong, if you don't take your hand off my shoulder again, beware that I will abolish your dirty hand." ”

Zhuge Hong said with a smile: "If you have such a great ability, why can't you avoid this trick?"

The sick scholar said: "That's because you're not qualified enough to fight me." ”

Although Zhuge Hong still had a smile on his face, in fact, his heart had already killed the sick book, and said: "Sick scholar, your tone is really getting bigger and bigger, how can I Zhuge Hong say that he is also a genius, he became a martial saint before he was sixty years old, and his current cultivation is even higher than the early stage of entering the holy realm, no matter how great your ability is, it is impossible to ......."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Hong suddenly exclaimed, and hurriedly took his hand off the shoulder of the sick scholar, but the sick scholar had already warned him, if he took it away immediately, it would be nothing now, but now, it was too late.

Just a breath, Zhuge Hong's hand seemed to have been poisoned, and it began to rot little by little, and Zhuge Hong's body was forced to retreat step by step by a powerful force, completely uncontrollable.

Seeing that Zhuge Hong's body was about to retreat to the gate, he suddenly saw a person walking in from outside, but it was a burly purple-robed man with a huge palm, and he reached out and patted Zhuge Hong's shoulder, stabilized Zhuge Hong's body, and said in a loud voice: "Zhuge Hong, why are you so careless?"