On the roof, there was a tall and thin Taoist priest, wearing a blue robe, originally with his bare hands, when he saw the girl come up, he brushed it and pulled the long sword in his hand.

Feng Yizhen was originally sure that the person peeping above should be the person behind the scenes, but when he came up and saw this person's dress and cultivation, he was suspicious in his heart, and said secretly: This person's cultivation is not enough, how can he kill many monks silently? You must know that monks can probe the cultivation of monks who are weaker than themselves or similar to themselves, Feng Yizhen took a look, and knew that even if this person was not under him, he was by no means above himself, and he was too far away from the imaginary character in his mind, and asked, "Who are you?" Is it a murderer, or is it a fish in this room that has slipped through the net?"

The Taoist priest shook his head and said, "No, I was killed." ”

Feng Yizhen sneered: "Oh, are you from the group in the house? You group of people have killed people without calculation, and you have done I don't know how many evil things, even if you kill people now, you only deserve the word 'deserved', and you still have the face to say that you were killed?"

The Taoist priest shook his hand again and again, and said, "No, no." I was really killed. Poor Dao has never harmed anyone in his life, and I am really victimized. ”

Feng Yizhen frowned and said, "You speak upside down, you are not a good person. Wait until I get you, and then ask clearly. With a fan in his hand, he fanned it along with the wind, and a huge fireball flew over.

When the Taoist priest saw it, he shouted, although he took the long sword, he didn't dare to parry, he pinched the trick with his left hand, the blue light flashed, and a stream of water swirled around his chest.

The fireball came quickly, flew up, only heard a snort, fell into the book, stabbed, and the water boiled with the fire in an instant, not only did not hinder it for a while, but flew upside down and crashed into the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest screamed, raised his sword and pushed forward, the long sword suddenly sounded, and was burned into a piece of scrap iron, it turned out that the long sword was just a piece of mortal iron, even if it was sharpened, it was only a sharp weapon in the mortal world, where could it hinder the sharpness of the magic weapon. The Taoist priest groaned, rolled to the ground, narrowly avoided the fireball, got up and did not dare to fight, flew out upside down, ran away, ran all the way on the roof, and ran out of the city.

Feng Yizhen saw that he had fled in embarrassment, and he was suspicious in his heart, and said secretly: This person is not only mediocre in cultivation, but also not good at fighting, he only uses the first-grade Dao technique "Water Huashu" in the Thirteen Taibao, and he doesn't even have a magic weapon around his body, how can such a person be the black hand behind the scenes? To say that he is a person in this group of thieves, but he is not like it. That's it, this matter has no beginning or end, I can't let it go easily, even if he is really not a black hand, I have to ask about it.

Thinking of this, Feng Yizhen shouted: "Okay, I also think that this city is in the way, let's go out of the city to fight." "Holding the fire fan, follow closely behind. The rest of the soldiers only looked at her back from afar, who could say more?

The two of them went out of the city one after the other, and came to the dense forest on the outskirts, and the Taoist priest suddenly turned around and shouted: "Stop, I don't know you, why are you struggling with each other?"

Feng Yizhen sneered: "I don't know each other, why are you spying on me? Just now on the road, I felt that something was wrong, as if someone was following behind, and now it seems that it is really you." Now there is a room of dead in that house, and you are the only suspicious person, and you say that it has nothing to do with you, so how can I believe it?"

When the man heard this, he suddenly sneered and said, "Do you believe it or not?" Miss Daomen, who eats and waits for death like you, naturally wants to do this. I don't dare to touch your mold in the city, do you think I'm afraid of you when I go out of the city?"

Feng Yizhen was stunned, his heart was alarmed, his body was deflected, a blue light passed by, stabbed, and shot on the stone behind him, and the stone melted into a stone like water.

Feng Yizhen was shocked, so she naturally jumped a few steps back, widened the distance, and let go of the fire fan in her hand, which did not fall to the ground, but shone with a trace of light, floating in the air, blocking in front of her.

She looked intently, only to see that there was also a magic weapon floating in front of the person, looking at the shape of a wicker, the dew on the wicker was dripping and swirling like a pearl, full of aura, it was clearly a good magic weapon of water life, and the quality was not inferior to her own fire fan, she was angry and annoyed in her heart, and said: "Okay, it turns out that you are really not an ordinary casual cultivator, but you have such a net worth magic weapon." It's really you who is behind it. ”

The Taoist priest said, "Since you think it's me, then what else do you say? Who is impatient to play the piano to the cow again and again, a woman like you owes a guy." Go-"

The wicker blue light was sheng, and it swung in the air, and the dew on the willow leaves bounced up one by one, carrying the sound of the wind, and smashed towards Feng Yizhen. The dew left the wicker, and became bigger and bigger, gradually the size of a fist, and one by one they swirled and flew in the air, blue light.

Feng Yizhen's expression was solemn, but she was not afraid, she was taken aback just now, because she didn't expect this Taoist priest to have this hole card, but since she knew it, there was nothing to be afraid of. With her skills, she didn't care about one or two magic weapons, she just sneered: "It's good." The fire fan fanned up, whirring three times, and three fire clouds flew out. The fire clouds were bigger than the other, each more delicate than the other, and the three fire clouds bloomed at the same time, and in an instant, the whole forest was dyed red.

The dew swirled in the air, hitting the fire cloud, only to hear the crackling sound of popping beans, and puffs of green smoke burst out of the fire cloud and disappeared without a trace. The dew was originally made of water, and water is the softest thing in the world, but the dew did not disperse, strong and powerful, but the fire cloud was like a ball of cotton, let the dew roll and hit, and was almost scattered several times, but they all eased up and surrounded again. In this way, most of the dew was consumed, but the fire cloud was as bright as ever, and it had the upper hand.

Feng Yizhen sneered: "You have a magic weapon by your side, and it is not bad in casual cultivation, but it is a pity that you are not able to do it in terms of fighting after all, and you have ruined a good magic weapon like this." ”

When the Taoist priest heard this, he suddenly stretched out his hand, copied the willow branch in his hand, and swayed it again and again, and the dew fell like a torrential rain. It's just that the dew that falls here is getting smaller and smaller, at first like a baby's fist, and finally only the size of a little finger, and it is so urgent and dense that it is like a torrent, rushing away the fire clouds.

Feng Yizhen naturally saw it clearly, pinched the trick in his hand, the fan turned in the air again and again, and large fire clouds emerged, a total of eleven flowers, some first and some later, lying in the present. In the woods, where can you still see the heaven and the earth, it is all red, and many trees cannot withstand the high temperature and spontaneously combusts. Bursts of smoke gradually dissipated, and only the sound of "crackling" burning could be heard in the air.

Summoning so many fire clouds in one go, Feng Yizhen's face couldn't help but turn pale, and he secretly said in his heart: With my mana, if I summon three more flowers, it will be the limit, why should I hurt my body for him?

The Taoist priest saw the fire clouds all over the sky, and his heart was also beating, and when he saw that the dew was surrounded by the fire clouds, he was about to lose everything, and he was angry and anxious in his heart, and secretly said: I can't say it, even if I try to destroy this magic weapon, I want to leave you here. With a swing of the wicker in his hand, this time it was not the dew drops that flew out, but the willow leaves on it.

I saw that the willow leaves were like knives, and after breaking away from the willow branches, they shot out, leaving only a few vague green shadows, faster than the wind.

Feng Yizhen smiled secretly: I am the fire life, you are still invincible with the water life magic weapon, but you have changed the wood life, don't you look for death?

How do you know that after only listening to a few sounds, several green shadows came out of the sky, passed through the red clouds, and had reached the front door. Feng Yizhen's face changed sharply, and he opened his mouth and said, "Go-" A red light erupted, and a lotus-sized flame burned towards the willow leaves.

The Taoist priest was also uncomfortable in his heart, those few willow leaves looked inconspicuous, but it was his blood condensation, otherwise he couldn't be so like an arm, seeing that Feng Yizhen breathed fire in his mouth to burn, he couldn't care about the discomfort in his heart, pinched the trick in his hand, and the willow leaves slanted down and shot Feng Yizhen's chest.

The Taoist priest was happy in his heart, and as soon as he relaxed, he saw that Feng Yizhen's face remained unchanged, and he didn't want a fan, and in his hand, a fine light flashed, it was a dagger as bright as autumn water, and a little bit under his feet pounced like a sharp sword.

The Taoist priest was shocked, he didn't have time to think about how Feng Yizhen could be unscathed, he pulled it from his waist, and wanted to pull out the sword, but he forgot that the sword had been turned into scrap iron just now, and this one was empty, he was really anxious, and he pulled it fiercely, and pulled off the scabbard with his pocket, blocking it in front of him.

Feng Yizhen was furious, he had already raised the heart of the fang, his eyes were full of hatred, his body was as fast as thunder, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front, and the dagger stabbed down fiercely.

With a snort, the dagger intersected with the scabbard, the dagger was not a mortal thing, sharpening iron like clay, in just one moment, the scabbard had been broken into two, Feng Yizhen sent it in his hand, and he was about to hack the Taoist priest to death on the spot.

Listening to the snort, he couldn't tell what the sound was, as if it was as light as a needle falling to the ground, Feng Yizhen only felt that his hand was empty, the dagger was gone, and only a small pink fist was held in a weak position, and it hit the neck of the Taoist priest under the effect of his habitual surname.

The Taoist priest was stunned, flew up and kicked Feng Yizhen's waist, but he felt that his body was light, and the whole person floated back a few feet and landed in the distance.

The two of them were suddenly at the mercy of others, and they left the battlefield at the same time, they were stunned for a while, and at the same time they reacted, and secretly said: Someone is making a ghost!

The Taoist priest turned his head, only to see a monk in a monk's robe standing in the woods at some point, it seemed that he was fifteen or sixteen years old, and his appearance was extremely handsome.

But Feng Yizhen was pleasantly surprised: "Second Brother Cheng!"

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