The rough man stepped into the courtyard.

Unlike those immortal monks who are tall and freshly clothed and angry and majestic, the rough man reveals a simple atmosphere of the market and countryside all over his body.

His expression was flat, as if the terrifying punch just now was just a matter of casual swinging.

The rough man tugged at the corners of his mouth and said loudly: "Those stinky fish and rotten shrimp from the self-proclaimed and upright Xianmen family can't see how many catties and taels you have, don't you also deceive me that I can't understand your foundation?"

"The reason why the pseudo-saint meteor has a pseudo-word beginning is nothing more than that in addition to the appearance being the same as the holy meteorology, even if it is a real saint meteorology, even if it is the saint's qi, it is just a lingering aura wrapped in the pseudo-saint meteorology. ”

The rough man walked to Yang Yi's side, grabbed Yang Yi's hair directly with one hand and lifted it up, like a hare in the mountains being lifted by the ear, but there was no movement in the air.

Yang Yi looked coldly at the rough man who was close at hand, his breath was disordered, and he forcibly raised his breath and said: "Old Zamao, if you have a seed, you will kill me, don't chirp here." ”

The rough man didn't seem to hear it, and still seemed to be talking to himself: "The surname Huang is right, there is an external qi in this person's body, so a series of unbelievable things will happen." ”

"However, you kid should have already sensed this qi, and if you can't get rid of it, you want to kill yourself, so it's a good way, but unfortunately, I promised the surname Huang, at least in the past ten years, I won't really do anything to you, but you'd better talk through your brain, otherwise I will directly beat you into a cripple, which is also within the scope of the surname Huang." ”

Yang Yi frowned.

The rough men are all slightly forced to interpret it, but it doesn't make sense to think so.

In order to keep his outline going, the author Lao Gou constantly creates some great magical means around him that are not his own, so as to deter the people around him who pose all threats to him.

For example, the pseudo-saint meteorology on the ship of the transstate building this time.

Yang Yi said: "Since you know my purpose, you should know that I am begging for death all the way now, and killing me at this time is equivalent to rescuing me, and I will no longer be bound by the extracorporeal qi you said." ”

"Believe me, as long as you kill me, you will all benefit, instead of being led by the nose like a marionette. ”

"The opportunity is only now. ”

The rough man's cloudy gaze met Yang Yi's, and then he reached out without warning and slapped it towards Yang Yi's chest.

"Grandpa, I've been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and it's the first time I've heard such a rude request, so I'll meet you, and I'll naturally explain to the surnamed Huang after I go back. The rough man said nonchalantly, his movements in his hands were as fast as thunder, and in an instant, Yang Yi's body was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

The rough man's hand loosened.

Yang Yi fell down on the stone staircase in front of the guest room.

The mouth spat out cloudy blood, and his face was pale and dying.

Yang Yi sneered in his heart.

As he expected, the author's old dog was able to continue his protection, which was just an instantaneous trick.

This world will also operate according to its own laws of heaven and earth, and even the author who created this world, Lao Dog, is difficult to disobey.

That is, there is a limit to the means that can be given to him protection.

Maybe the ordinary Xianmen family can't do anything with him under the various means of the author's old dog, but once he is out of this stage.

or Huang Gongwang, or the sect master of Qishan Sect.

Even the huge demon ape hidden in the inner mountain of Tianxia Mountain is the best game-breaker who can crack this game set up by the author's old dog.

A sinister smile appeared on Yang Yi's pale face, and he said softly, "Come again." ”

The rough man didn't respond, just stepped out and punched Yang Yi in the head.

But what came with it was not the miserable end of Yang Yi's death on the spot.

The rough man watched his fist stay half an inch away from Yang Yi's face, unable to move at all, as if a fist had smashed on a hard stone wall.

On the contrary, the man didn't care at all, and with a backhand grip, he actually held the colorful pocket formation in the palm of his hand, pinched it hard, and exploded.

The rough man's other fist slammed into Yang Yi's abdomen without warning.

made Yang Yi's whole person hang in the air, and his face was hideous and bloodless.

The figure was fiercely mounted on the pillar on one side, unconscious, and fainted.

The rough man clapped his hands, as if he suddenly realized, and said, "I understand, as long as you don't have a murderous intent to stun you, this kid won't trigger the operation of that qi machine, it's really difficult." ”

The man turned around and wanted to leave, looked back at Yang Yi who was lying unconscious on the ground, and then looked at the gray sky around him, his eyes rolled, he picked up Yang Yi's collar and threw it into the room, the door was smashed open by Yang Yi, and he lay on the ground in a strange posture.

The man, who was the sect master of Qishan Sect, nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly remembered Yang Yi's ridicule before, and snorted coldly: "You kid don't want to wake up recently, just lie on the floor and sleep on the floor." ”

The rough man turned to leave the courtyard, and before leaving, he took out a piece of dry cake from his pocket, and half of it disappeared in one bite, which was staggering.

Yang Yi was already unconscious, so he naturally didn't quite understand what the rough man meant before leaving.

I don't know how long it took for Yang Yi to wake up from his coma.

Sit up, hold your head as if it was about to crack, and look ahead, just not closing the door for a few days and nights.

The canopy had already darkened, and there seemed to be nothing special except for the black fog.

Yang Yi looked down at his body, he was not seriously injured, and a wave of anger arose in his heart, and he clenched his fist and slammed it on the ground.

A tingling pain came from the palm of his hand, and the whole palm turned red, but the floor was like a breeze blowing, without a trace.

Yang Yi is just an ordinary person after all.

Suddenly, Yang Yi subconsciously raised his head, and happened to see a person standing in the dark.

The figure is Zhang Shuo, one hand is placed in the nostrils, and the little finger is stretched out and stirred slowly, and the scene is very tasteful.

It's the rough guy.

Yang Yi subconsciously picked up his heart and said loudly: "You, what do you want to do?"

The man yawned and said helplessly: "You said that you kid, you have to wake up at night to do something, you woke up all the good dreams, it's really unlucky." ”

Yang Yi had a bad premonition in his heart, and as far as his eyes could see, he saw the rough man walking towards Yang Yi step by step.

"I told you, just lie down on this ship. The rough man then took a step forward suddenly, and slapped a palm on Yang Yi's forehead without hindrance.

Yang Yi's figure flew out upside down again.

Only this time there was no terrible picture of blood gushing out, just a return to a stupor.

The rough man looked through the eaves into the dark blue sky, and his figure disappeared into the room with just a turn.

The door closed slowly, and everything inside was unknown to outsiders.

The Longgong Lou ship came from the inner city of Huaiyang Fengyue City through the Origin Teleportation Array to the sky above 10,000 meters erected at the junction of Yangzhou and Lingzhou.

After that, the route is almost 10,000 miles around the border line, and then through the riverbed between Luzhou and Lingzhou into the East China Sea.

This riverbed is called the ancient river.

It is rumored that there is an ancient dragon entrenched here, which once had a tyrannical personality, and the families and counties on both sides of the strait were miserable.

At least three times a year, incense will be held to worship this dragon god in the water, and a dragon palace quietly appeared in the East China Sea, this dragon gradually reined in its temper.

Every hundred years, the giant ships of the Dragon Palace often sail through here, using it as a buffer zone to enter the deep waters of the East China Sea to go to the Dragon Palace that ordinary people have never heard of.

There is a legend in every household that lives next to the ancient river.

Legend has it that the ancient river is actually the transportation hub of the real gods in the sky, and every hundred years there will be huge meteors falling from the sky, the stars are brilliant and dazzling.

The monstrous waves on the ancient river alone are enough to be as high as the highest mountain peaks around the ancient river.

But the strange thing is that no matter how high the turbulent waves are, they will not cross the dry bed Tingzhu by half an inch, so that no disaster will happen every time.

Of course, these are just popular rhetoric among the older generation.

Because it's so mysterious, there are no young people in the market who want to believe it.

At most, it is regarded as a goblin ghost in a strange novel.

In their opinion, the hard work of day and night is the truth, and those who are useless cannot fill their stomachs at all.