Looking for prestige, the person who walked out of the Qingyu Pavilion was a handsome young man.

This young man was wearing a cyan robe, with a green jade plaque hanging from his waist, his expression was extremely cold, his eyelids were turned upward, but he looked arrogant, but the other party's left cheek was covered with gauze, and it seemed that there was a wound on his face.

Is this what is called an immortal?

"Hey, isn't this guy the guy who was slapped in the face by me a few days ago?" Hu Lai recognized the person at a glance, and the other party was Qingyang, a disciple of the Qingyumen who was slapped to the ground by himself three days ago.

"Immortal, please save my son. ”

"Immortals, please come to the rescue. ”

"Our Tang family knows it's wrong!"

More than a dozen people from the Tang family knelt down and begged the young man, as if they had seen a savior.

"Hmph, since you have already asked the bald donkey monk to help, what are you asking me to do?" The young man snorted coldly, his eyes were full of coldness and disdain, and he didn't look at the Tang family and Hu Lai at all.

"Amitabha, the donor hasn't seen you for a long time, and the little monk will say it again, the little monk's Dharma name is like this, not a bald donkey. Hu Lai said indifferently.

"What! Are you a monk from Rulai?!" Qingyang heard this, and only then did he look at Hu Lai.

On closer inspection, his face instantly turned green, the corners of his mouth began to twitch slightly, and the cheeks that had been whipped a few days ago began to ache sharply.

Just three days ago, he was slapped and fainted by this little bald donkey in Leiyin Temple, and was carried back to the Qingyu Daoist Hall by his junior sister Qinglian, and after waking up, he was scolded by the senior brother, which was a shame.

After he woke up, he felt that he had lost face, so he kept thinking about how to kill the Leiyin Temple and kill the little bald donkey.

Who knew that they actually ran into each other on their own turf!

"Bald donkey, finally let me wait for you. Qingyang saw that the other party was trembling, and he didn't know whether he was angry or afraid.

"What does the Qingyang donor want?" Hu Lai's eyes lit up and he took a step forward.

Knowing that the other party's martial arts were good, Qingyang was so trembling that he took three steps back in a row, and because his heel touched the threshold, he fell to the ground.

Seeing that the "fairy" seemed to have met a ghost, he was frightened and retreated, and fell directly to the ground.

The people around were dumbfounded, the Tang family looked at each other, and the young man with thick eyebrows also opened his mouth wide.

There are also many passers-by who don't know the truth have come here, looking like they are not afraid of many things.

Everyone looked at the young man with a look of horror, as if they didn't understand what this immortal who usually had no one in his eyes was afraid of.

"Senior Brother Qingyang, what's wrong with you?" Suddenly, a handsome-looking girl walked out of the Qingyu Daoist Pavilion and hurriedly stepped forward to help Qingyang.

"It's that bald donkey!" Qingyang pointed at Hu Lai with a trembling hand.

"It's a monk like a monk!" the girl's face was embarrassed, as if she had seen a demon.

"Qinglian donor, I haven't seen you for a few days, but your beauty is still there. Hu Lai simply laughed.

On that day, he scavenged the girl named Qinglian, and all the money and belongings on the other party were in his pocket, even those valuable talismans were also in his pocket.

The girl's face turned from white to red in an instant, and she shouted angrily: "If you come, my senior brother and I were careless that day, today you actually ran to the door of my Qingyu Dao Hall, you are dead!"

As soon as the words fell, Hu Lai noticed a strange aura coming from the other party, which made him goosebumps rise all over his body.

"Talisman - Palm Thunder!" In front of her, Qinglian took out a talisman from her arms, snorted, and threw it at Hu Lai.

"Master, be careful......" The thick-eyed young man exclaimed, and he actually blocked in front of Hu Lai in advance.

In the blink of an eye, the thrown talisman turned into a piercing white thunder snake and burst out, hitting the young man's chest.

The thick-eyebrow boy had a spasm all over his body, and he lay straight to the ground, with a green smoke coming out of his chest.

The people around were frightened, and the Tang family and the onlookers retreated dozens of steps as if they were avoiding the plague, only daring to wait and see from a distance.

"Little donor......" Hu Lai hurriedly stepped forward to check the young man's pulse, and found that the other party was just stunned, and his breath was quite stable, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

When he saw the girl throwing out the talisman just now, he was ready to avoid it, but he didn't expect that this thick-eyebrow young man was so enthusiastic that he actually blocked in front of him and forcibly blocked this blow.

"The Dao technique is really powerful, and the palm thunder just now should be equivalent to a hundred thousand volts electric shock. Hu Lai's eyes were wide.

This also made him more alert to the Dao technique, that lightning was too fast, and it was impossible for him to dodge it if he was not guarded.

"Senior brother, he is just a martial artist, although we are just practicing qi cultivation, the other party will never be our opponent. After Qinglian finished making a move, her chest rose and fell, and her face was as pale as paper, but the killing intent in her voice was not reduced.

"Senior sister is right, I'll use the talisman to kill this bald donkey!" Qingyang had already come to his senses, and immediately reached out and pulled out a few yellow talismans from his waist.

"Talisman-Rocket!" he took out a talisman and threw it at Hu Lai.

Sou!

The instant the talisman burst into flames, turning into a rocket that shot straight into the opponent's chest.

Hu Lai had already prepared, twisted his waist, and immediately dodged.

However, the rocket came quickly, and he was too close to the caster to completely dodge the past, allowing the rocket to pass by.

Bang!

The rocket hit the ground hard, smashing the bluestone ground into the rubble, not to mention flying, and even blasted a small crater several inches deep.

"It's terrifying, like a thermal weapon. Seeing this, Hu Lai's eyelids twitched slightly, and he hurriedly extinguished the flame burning in his chest.

The monk's robe was ignited just after being rubbed, and his chest was burned into a hole, and it was hot and hot.

If you were hit in the front by a rocket, you would have died on the spot.

"I actually escaped, he is a martial artist of the Foundation Building Realm!"

"Unbelievable, this bald donkey is young, how can it be a martial artist who builds the foundation realm?"

Qingyang and Qinglian couldn't help but gasp, and looked at the little monk in front of them in disbelief.

There is a disadvantage of casting spells, that is, it takes a certain amount of time to transform into spells, this time is only a short half breath, ordinary martial artists have no time to react at all, if you can dodge the rune attack in person, then the opponent is mostly a martial artist above the foundation realm.

The question is, aren't the martial artists in the foundation realm all thirty or forty years old?

How old is this little monk?

Although the foundation building martial artist is much more powerful than the qi practitioner, but in the face of the cultivator of the qi cultivation realm, it will also suffer a big loss, so the two of them are not worried about defeat.

"Amitabha, the donor's shot is too ruthless, and the little monk will not show mercy. Hu said, his eyes rose with fierce fighting intent, and he took a step forward.

"Talisman - Golden Armor Talisman!" Qingyang immediately took out another talisman and put the talisman on his chest with his backhand.

The talisman immediately bloomed with a pale golden light, and a translucent halo composed of pieces of golden armor appeared in time, enveloping the green sun in it.

Boom!

Immediately after, a white fist smashed into the protective halo, making a muffled sound.

After the golden halo was dented by the fist for two inches, it returned to normal, and then countless fist shadows hit the halo like raindrops, but unfortunately none of the punches could break the halo, and at most it could only dent the golden armor halo down by three or four inches.

"Little bald donkey, even if you build a foundation for martial arts, what can you do with me, the golden armor of the golden armor is comparable to the hardest boulder, even if you hold a sword, you can't help me, hahaha......"

Qingyang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Today I made you a pile of flying ashes. ”

"Oh, the hardest boulder?"

Hu Lai stopped the continuous attack, turned to the luck dantian, folded his hands, and put out a strong vajra palm to "salute the Buddha"!