On this dark and windy night, under the eager eyes of a group of idle onlookers, Hong Xiaobai brutally slapped the naked woman under him.

A strong crackling sound sounded continuously on the silent and empty flat land.

The mother-in-law version of Bai Cheng's face was blushing, her eyes were watery as if they were about to drip water, and under Hong Xiaobai's vigorous whipping, she gasped and pleaded:

"Stop... Stop... The slave family has been... Want... Can't stand it......"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

However, it was still Hong Xiaobai's unsympathetic and rhythmic whipping that responded to her.

At this time, a young man who had just arrived saw this shameful scene and was immediately ready to rush up to save the United States, but was immediately stopped by Uncle Wang, who came out to find a job together.

Uncle Wang pointed to the broken walls and scattered ruins on the tall building in front of him, seeing this, the young man weighed the other party's combat effectiveness, and smacked his lips, but in the end he still didn't dare to come up and succeed the hero.

He asked Uncle Wang suspiciously: "Uncle, who is this guy? Is it in the water in his brain? Or is that thing not working?"

Stripping off this girl's clothes at night and not going to bed, and pressing on the ground and whipping her, this is too outrageous, isn't it?"

Uncle Wang, who was over forty years old, was startled when he heard the young man's words, he glanced at Hong Xiaobai nervously, and found that he didn't seem to hear what he had just said, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle Wang glared at the guy dissatisfied, why didn't this kid inherit the wit and cleverness of himself and Xiaohe?

He reprimanded the guy in a low voice: "Be quiet, don't you know that those warriors are all perverts?

Didn't you hear that the young head of the White Feather Gate was coming, and the inn was being cleaned up?

Being so brutal to a young and beautiful woman, and his hair is all white, don't you think of anything?"

Hearing this, Song Ma gasped, and finally understood the identity of the person in front of him, and secretly thanked Uncle Wang in his heart for saving his life just now.

Looking at Nianghua Baicheng, who has been abused by himself for a long time, but his body is still smooth and incomprehensible, Hong Xiaobai couldn't help but sigh with heartfelt emotion: "This kid is really grass-resistant......"

As far as the current situation is concerned, I don't know how this thing is done, the injured body recovery speed is fierce, the skin is open and the flesh is visible in the last second, and the next second the injury is as beautiful as jade.

Of course, the limb should not be able to regenerate, after all, her long-disappeared right arm has no signs of regeneration, but the wound in that part has long since healed, and the skin after the scab has been smooth as the colleagues around her.

This kind of powerful skill that makes him a mother is completely different from the world that Hong Xiaobai knew in Zhu Fei's memory.

It seems that the conquest plan for the White Feather Gate has to be taken seriously......

Facing Hong Xiaobai's murderous eyes, Nianghua Baicheng's heart tightened, could it be that his ambitious hegemony to dominate the rivers and lakes was about to die in this small place before it was completed?

The other party is just a mere martial artist, even if it is a nine grades? He is a son of destiny who has inherited the powerful inheritance of the immortal cultivation era, as long as he has enough time to practice, eternal life is not a dream.

As a child of destiny, how could she be so humiliated by this small character who was destined to become Sha Shuo of the Times!

Feeling the little yin and yang qi left in her body, her eyes showed firmness, and finally, she made up her mind!

I saw Nianghua Baicheng raise her left arm suddenly, and her delicate palm broke through the air like a blade, and she roared angrily:

"Don't kill me! I'm willing to submit to the Great Immortal!"

..................

Early the next morning, the Tongfu Inn was surrounded by an elite team from the White Feather Gate, led by the White God Maniac on a fast horse.

The white god mad was a burly man, dressed in black armor and carrying a huge iron axe, and his black eyes shone with a cold chill under the helmet.

Looking at the inn in front of him, the white god opened his mouth full of murderous intent:

"The little ghost who killed the old man and robbed my son and woman lives here?"

"That's right, although I don't know the specific situation, but last night, the body of the old man was indeed taken away by the white-haired ghost, and the woman also flew out of Bai Shao's room......"

I saw that it was Uncle Wang who answered last night, and the young Song Ma stood by his side with a nervous face.

Multiply......

With a piercing sound of the door opening, the tightly closed door of the inn was opened, and it was Hong Xiaobai and his party who appeared.

When Song Ma saw Hong Xiaobai, who had changed into a black robe, he immediately pointed at him excitedly and shouted:

"It's him, it's him, it's him!"

Hong Xiaobai clasped his hands in front of his chest and watched with interest the scene of this witness testifying against the murderer.

"Father!"

Bai Cheng, who had broken an arm, recovered his man, a white robe was messily put on him, and when he saw his father who led the army here, Bai Cheng cried out excitedly.

Seeing his son's empty cuffs, Bai Shen's pupils shrank, and the two legs straddling the horse's back tightened slightly, and the horse under him felt oppressed, gasped twice, and writhed his body uneasily.

At this time, beside Bai Shenmad, a fierce-looking scarface saw that his young head appeared, and immediately expressed his loyalty, pulled out the long knife on the horse's back, and pointed at Hong Xiao Bai and said hideously:

"Bastard, let us go quickly, or Uncle will let you taste the power of my ghost crying knife!"

Faced with the threat of Scarface, Hong Xiaobai was not angry, looking at the black-armored army in front of him, he was slightly happy, it was obvious that this was a good time to pretend to be forced to accept the younger brother.

In troubled times, whoever has a big fist is the boss, and the masters of the White Feather Gate in front of him are exhausted, as long as they are all beaten down, and a few more who die and do not surrender, the entire White Feather Gate will be in the palm of Hong Xiaobai's palm, and you can play how you want.

Qin Ruoruo, who was walking behind Hong Xiaobai as a maid, saw that Hong Xiaobai did not make a sound, and his thoughts turned around, and he felt that he had guessed the thoughts of the immortals.

Yes, the current situation is obviously the stage where the younger brother blows a wave of his strength and strives to surrender without a fight.

So Qin Ruoruolian moved slightly, walked to Hong Xiaobai's side and knelt down on one knee, arched her hands forward, and turned her head to face the army.

She cleared her throat and exhorted the enemy in front of her in a crisp and loud voice:

"In front of you, it is the Heavenly Realm True Immortal who has come to end this troubled world!

The immortal is merciful, and is willing to give you a chance to serve him, so why don't you kneel down and thank you quickly!

It must be remembered that those who are enemies of immortals will be punished by heaven in the world during their lifetime, and they will suffer for thousands of years when they go to hell after death!"

............

After a brief silence, the ranks of the White Feather Gate erupted in earth-shattering laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"I didn't expect this little girl to be quite handsome, but there is a bit of a problem with her brain......"

"Hehe, you said that if Lao Tzu told this girl that I was a god and I would be able to become an immortal if I slept with Lao Tzu, you said that this little girl can't go up?"

......

No one would believe that the white-haired imp in Qin Ruoruo's mouth was an immortal, in this year, there are more people pretending to be immortals and demons to cheat money and sex, and in the eyes of the ridiculers, it is just that they have met a few more liars, but they are unlucky and deceived Bai Yumen's head.

Listening to the taunts of his subordinates in his ears, Bai Shenmad's brows furrowed tightly, are these guys all blind? Didn't you see the purple coffin suspended in the air behind those little ghosts?

If it weren't for such a weird thing, with his own temper, he wouldn't have gone up and killed these little ghosts with one slap a long time ago?

Bai Shenmad took a deep breath and suddenly roared:

"Shut up the fuck!"

......

Hearing the roar of the boss, the laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at each other, not understanding what the boss was doing.

"What, ready to fight?"

Hong Xiaobai raised his eyebrows, and seemed to remind the white god madness in a friendly manner, "Don't blame the deity for not giving you a chance, you can go together, even if you hurt the deity, you win." ”

Bai Shenmad looked at Hong Xiaobai who was confident in front of him, and a trace of worry came to his heart, if it was three years ago, he would not believe in any so-called immortals, but now......

He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, looked at Hong Xiaobai with a firm gaze, and said in a respectful tone:

"If you are really an immortal who went down to save sentient beings, Bai Mou will definitely help you, but it is in troubled times, and there are endless rumors and deceivers, and I hope you can confirm your identity. ”

Hearing this, Hong Xiaobai was very curious, he smiled lightly and asked, "How do you want to confirm it?"

The personality of the man in front of him is not the same as the white god madness in the world in Zhu Fei's memory, and the memory obtained from soul searching has already made a series of mistakes.

On the other side, Scarface, who was beside Bai Shenmad, was very puzzled, was the boss crazy?

But the coercion of the white god madness in the past few years was in his heart, and he opened his mouth, but Scarface still didn't dare to refute the boss out loud.

Faced with Hong Xiaobai's question, Bai Shenfang slowly took down the giant axe he was carrying behind him and held it in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"If you single-handedly test the skills of the immortals, it is disrespectful to the immortals, since the immortals just let me wait together, then Bai and his subordinates will do their best to confirm our strength.

If this is the case, we will still be defeated by the immortals, and the White Feather Gate will be respected by the immortals from now on, but if there is an order, don't dare to disobey!"

It was the first time that the people of the White Feather Sect, who were originally puzzled, heard the head of the sect speak so unconfidently, even the most stupid people knew that these little ghosts in front of them were not ordinary, and they picked up the blades on their bodies one after another and held them tightly in their hands.

There was silence at the scene, and the sound of the sword unsheathed composed a piece of music here.

The shield-armoured soldiers took cover in front of the archers, forming an impenetrable barrier.

The archers pull out the feathered arrows from their quivers, ready to pierce the hearts of the enemy in front of them.

On the horses, the cavalrymen looked straight ahead, looking solemn, as if the enemy in front of them was thousands of horses.

The warriors who held their swords took a stance, waiting for an order to chop the person in front of them into minced meat, and even the arrogant Scarface took off the scorn on his face.

Looking at the picture of the three armies following the order in front of him, Hong Xiaobai was impressed by the white god madness.

I thought it was just a martial artist, and the biggest use was to slaughter it to establish power, but now it seems that it is a pity that such people died......

Hong Xiaobai smiled softly: "Let's go together, facing the deity, even if it is defeated, it is glorious." ”

"Shoot the arrows!"