"What's wrong with my dad?" Zhao Bo hurriedly asked after hearing this.

"I'm sick, it's not a big problem."

Listening to Wang Gan's words, Zhao Bo immediately became anxious.

"Then I'll have to go back and see it and thank you another day."

"Blessing, send him out."

The earth dog heard the shout and came to him and sent Zhao Bo out of the circle.

After coming out of the woods, Zhao Bo hurriedly drove away from the mountain village and rushed to Qucheng.

"It's strange, why didn't he see that he had this calamity when he came last time, or was it because I didn't cultivate enough? Or is the world impermanent? "

On the mountain, Wang Qian was still a little puzzled, when Zhao Bo came up the mountain a few months ago, he had also seen the other party's face, and at that time, looking at his face, he should be safe and sound.

Or maybe it was because he gave the "evil charm" to his brother-in-law? "

After Zhao Bo descended the mountain, Wang Qian began to get busy on the mountain.

The location for the construction of the two houses was circled, and then the materials were to be prepared, the stone and wood could be taken directly from the mountain, and the cement was not needed, and with his current cultivation, the sand and stone could be completely integrated.

Wang Qian holds a pen to write and draw on white paper, and will also find some inspiration from the Internet and Taoist scriptures. Among those ancient scriptures, there are some descriptions of Taoist temples.

Just a few hours ago, hundreds of kilometers away in Jeseong.

Lu Yuan was still riding a motorcycle** chasing the monster jumping on the roof of the building.

After turning an intersection, there was a car accident in the middle of the road ahead, and a car knocked down an elderly man, surrounded by people watching the excitement, blocking the road.

Lu Yuan honked the horn a few times, but it was the scolding of passers-by.

"What a horn, I didn't see this hitting!"

Seeing this, Lu Yuan resolutely turned the head of the car, without the slightest hesitation, and did not argue with the person who spoke disrespectfully.

On the roof, the monster was gone, and he jumped and looked around.

He was wounded, needed to be treated, and needed to borrow a living person to heal.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Not far away, he saw a man lying on a rocking chair reading a book in the courtyard.

"That face is good, ruddy and shiny, and the qi and blood look vigorous enough. That's it! "

He jumped off the roof like a falcon pounced on its prey.

In the courtyard, He Yuan, who was concentrating on reciting the scriptures after practicing swords, suddenly darkened in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw a person descending from the sky, with bloody eyes, white face, and a strange smile on his face.

He immediately slammed to his feet, holding the iron sword that had been placed aside in his hand.

With a bang, the white-faced man fell from the sky, and a gust of wind swept up some dust.

"Your face, I take it." He opened his mouth with a word, and then an invisible evil emanated from him.

With a flick of his hand, a twisted and hideous face flew out of the air, flying straight towards He Yuan.

He Yuan didn't dodge, didn't dodge, raised the sword in his hand, and a black light slashed down from top to bottom, and the blade of the sword slashed on that long face.

He felt as if the sword in his hand had been slashed on the asphalt, very viscous, and he couldn't help but exert his arms.

One face was slashed open in mid-air, only to become two, and flew towards him again.

What's going on?

He Yuan was shocked in his heart, his footsteps moved, his body was fluttering, like a butterfly flying, and the iron sword in his hand slashed several swords in an instant. Crisscross.

Yavin

The face in mid-air was split into two, two into four, four into eight, and eight faces were spinning in circles in mid-air.

He Yuan stepped on the gossip of the Nine Palaces, and the iron sword was vertical and horizontal, but between two breaths, the eight faces in the air were shattered at once.

The three splits of that strange face are the limit.

"Good swordsmanship!" The white-faced weirdo couldn't help but admire.

"It's a pity!"

The black qi on his body suddenly dispersed.

"Take my sword!"

He Yuan's expression was solemn, he raised the iron sword in his hand, and the aura on his body suddenly changed, and he was much more dignified.

Well? Seeing this, the white-faced man made a move, and a bronze box appeared in his hand.

Hah!

He Yuan roared, his body shook, and he suddenly rushed to the door, pulled the door bolt and rushed out to close the door with his hand.

He's so fast, and it's all in the blink of an eye. Jiugong Bagua Step is already extremely good at tossing and turning in a small area, his body is erratic, and his speed is as fast as Feihong.

The white-faced man froze there, staring blankly at the closed door.

"How do you describe that in your words? This kid is so damn good..."

"It's a talent."

"Yes, this kid is really a talent!"

Outside the door, He Yuan walked out of the gate and immediately rushed towards the road at full speed.

On the way, when he met a neighbor, he waved his arm at him.

"Don't go there, there's a monster over there."

He had forgotten that he still had a sword in his hand, and the way he wielded it was a little scary.

"Xiaoyuan, what are you going to do? We can't mess around! The first uncle shouted at him from afar.

"Who is holding an iron sword as a street dancer, this young man is a bit of a tiger, do you see it, there is a guy on the street that is dancing this wildly!"

"I think he should be practicing the cloaked swordsmanship!"

"Let's talk about it, it's also a sword technique to ward off evil spirits!"

"Hey, isn't that the urban swordsman who brought down six strong men with a wooden sword last year?"

"I look like it, this shouldn't be a sword practice, go crazy, the third brother hurry up and take a look!"

Over there, He Yuan also realized that it was not appropriate for him to shout around the street with an iron sword, so he put the sword away and stopped the people nearby from walking towards where he lived.

"My family lives over there, where do I go from here?"

"Youkai? Are you doing some kind of live streaming? "

None of the passers-by believed him, either sneered at him or simply ignored him.

"Hey!"

"Dude, are you—" The young man came to him just now, and was about to say hello to him.

Ah, suddenly there was a scream in the alley ahead.

After this scream, everyone on the road stopped.

Broken!

After hearing the shout, He Yuan realized that eighty percent of the people in that alley had been killed by that strange person.

After only a moment's hesitation, he rushed over with his sword, and when he came to the mouth of the alley, he saw the man who had just been in his courtyard reaching out and tearing a man's face alive.

"Well, you still dare to come over, so daring!" He turned his head and saw He Yuan slightly stunned, and then smiled.

His body suddenly moved, and in a trance, he swept a distance of seven or eight meters.

Seeing this, He Yuan turned around and ran, without the slightest hesitation, stepping on the gossip of the Nine Palaces, and his figure was erratic.

Boom, the roar of a motorcycle, a young man rushed in on a motorcycle.

"Where, Xiaofu?"

"Over there!" Guo Xiaofu, who was sitting on the back of the motorcycle, had slightly red eyes and a little swelling in her head.

Lu Yuan saw the monster that was chasing He Yuan.

"Xiaofu, I'm carrying a gun to attack the running man in dark green clothes in front of me."