Looking at the back makes people masturbate, and looking at the straight face makes people defend themselves! This third martial spirit is a typical example of this sentence.

Judging from the back, he is indeed a weak little jasper, and his shoulders tremble slightly and his tears are really pitiful, but he looks at his face...... He was an old man of sixty or seventy years old, with white hair dyed purple and messy like a big chicken nest, with a big wrinkled face, a mouth full of big yellow teeth, and his face seemed to be a mixture of mud and egg yolks, and the filth was so foul that people couldn't help but vomit at the sight of it.

The most excessive thing is that on this face smeared with egg yolk and mud, he also applied a layer of rouge gouache used by the female surname, an old face is white with red, red with black, and black with a strange color of purple.

Monster?

Perverted?

Shen Kun was desperate, he worked hard to get such a martial soul who was 'unsightly', 'affected the city's appearance', and 'developed to a very creative'?

"Brother, your martial soul surname won't be the legendary 'Hundred Ghosts Don't Approach', right?" Shen Kun blurted out: "Or ...... The Nightmare Maker wants you to die for 3,000 or is it a chicken flying dog jumping??"

"I have a demeanor, so I don't care about you......" The third martial soul slowly raised an index finger, shook it, and said with a straight face: "But please give me the least respect, respect for the masters!"

"Anla, Anla, you are a master!" Shen Kun squatted down with a smile, "Then may I ask this Yushu Linfeng, graceful, handsome, and eye-catching, known as a pear blossom pressing begonia...... A master's word, your old name is a big name?"

Shen Kun was originally joking, and he got closer to this old man, and he didn't want the third martial soul to shake his head slowly, and said with a straight face: "Little friend, although you have seen through a small part of my advantages, however, the master does not need to be praised, because the master itself is a legend............" He half knelt down, made a thinker posture, and said slowly: "As for my name, like an invisible wind, an immeasurable cloud, and a thousand years of dust have all turned into clouds and smoke in the past, don't mention it!

As he spoke, he slowly lifted one leg, then the second, and then the first leg moved forward for a short distance...... It took a long time for Shen Kun to realize that this action was called 'walking'.

The third martial spirit came to Li Mu in a film-freeze attitude, slowly picked up the hemp bag that Li Mu used to play with the house, and then, slowly, tore two small holes in the sack, and slowly, buckled the sack to his head...... "...... Please call me Mystic A!"

“......”

“......”

“......”

"Okay, mysterious man ......" Shen Kun swallowed dryly, "Brother A, you see that you are my martial spirit, then tell me, what are your characteristics?"

"Mysterious people, they have their own mysterious uses!" Mysterious person A slowly raised his head, looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees, and said word by word: "I will say all this, don't say more...... A master has the demeanor of a master, and the reason why a legend is a legend is that he can only understand it, not say it. ”

Is there something wrong with this old guy's brain? If he refuses to say his name, he won't say it, what is he doing with all this useless nonsense?

Shen Kun is crazy!

"Old thief!"

There was a sudden loud shout in his ears, and Wang Xiao threw the mysterious armor to the ground like a leopard, stuck his neck with one hand, and pinched his mouth with the other, "Old thief, say, why did you appear in the grave, my wife?"

After waiting for 1,200 years, an old neurotic appeared in the coffin, and Wang Xiao, who had lost his beloved, was already angry. Especially when he saw the costumes of the mysterious people...... You know, these are Du Yue'er's underwear before her death! After the death of a beautiful woman who captivated the country and the city, skirts, rings, and even underwear appeared on a strange old man, so what kind of humiliation should this beauty receive?

Wang Xiao almost didn't dare to think about it...... "I am a master, and I naturally have a reason to be a master here!" Let Wang Xiao lock his throat, the mysterious man said slowly.

"Okay, I don't care why you're here!"

"Don't say much...... "The mysterious man Jiashen said lightly in the posture of a dog gnawing, "Du Yue'er naturally went where she should go......"

"Old thief, I ask you where he went!"

"Don't talk too much......"

"Do you fucking say it, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will destroy your soul?"

"Don't talk too much......"

"Shen Kun, lend me the Ming King Sword and King Kong Lock, and don't give him some means, this old thief won't tell the truth!"

Boom!

Crackling!

Pounce! Pounce!

After a burst of torture, Wang Xiao said angrily: "Old thief, do you want to talk about it?"

"Don't talk too much......"

"Shen Kun, activate the power of the Soul Sutra, cut off one of his legs first, and see if he says it!"

"Don't say much...... mysterious man A frowned slightly, "Wang Xiao, don't you know, 'don't say much', it's the expression of 'I don't know where Du Yue'er went'?"

“......”

Wang Xiao is also crazy!

...... The Wang family tree clearly records that Du Yue'er's bones were buried in the tomb, but after opening the tomb, it turned out to be a mysterious person, and this mysterious person was still wearing all the clothes that Du Yueer was buried in...... Obviously, something must have happened in the ancestral tomb of the Wang family, and only the mysterious person A knows!

However, even if Wang Xiao exhausted all his means, Shen Kun kept coercing and luring, and the mysterious person A went back and forth with four big words-no!

Half an hour later, Wang Xiao was so tired that his chest fell together, holding Shen Kun's law and panting for breath, and the mysterious man had been beaten without human appearance, he was lying on the ground like an ostrich, his buttocks were pouted high, his head was buried deep in the sack, and then the sack was buried in the ground, and he chanted slowly: "Don't slap your face, a master needs grace, and demeanor comes from ...... face."

"Damn, this old thief doesn't get in the oil and salt!" Wang Xiao scolded angrily.

"Brother Wang, don't worry!" Shen Kun gave him a look that was all up to me, and said with a smile: "Brother Jia, you don't say anything after staying up for so long, the poor monk admires you, but you have become my martial soul and can't do without me...... Think about it, do you tell Du Yue'er's whereabouts immediately, or will I clean you up slowly?"

"The superior is mighty and unyielding, and his loyalty is unswerving......"

"Good!"

Shen Kun pursed his lips and threw all the tools in the Soul Sutra to Wang Xiao, "Brother Wang, you start to play with him slowly, if one year is not enough, you will play for ten years, if ten years is not enough, you will play for a hundred years, anyway, you have waited for more than a thousand years, and you don't care about coming back for a few more years!"

His voice was very loud, that is, he deliberately threatened the mysterious man A, but after hearing this, the mysterious man A slowly stood up straight, sorted out the sack on his head, and said: "The reason why the masters are masters is because they are not afraid of the storm and go upstream, come on, let the storm come more violently! Come on, torture me, the temperament of the master is forged in the storm and blood!"

"Brother Wang, this old neurotic is bothering you!"

Shen Kun couldn't stand the superior posture anymore and retreated to the real world, and then he smiled.

Old fellow, if you don't open your mouth, won't the poor monk be able to find out your details?

You are already the martial soul of the poor monk, as long as the poor monk switches to the third martial soul and tries the characteristics of the martial soul, won't you be able to guess where you came from?

Thinking of this, Shen Kun formed the Ming King Seal and snorted lightly, "Third Martial Soul, switch!"

In an instant, his temperament changed.

Using different martial souls, Shen Kun will have different temperament changes: for example, when he uses the spirit rune against the sky, his style is biased towards Wang Xiao, paying attention to planning and then acting, and when he uses the Emperor of the Royal Beast, he is fanatical and courageous, and has the domineering spirit of the king of beasts, but at this time, he is replaced by a third martial spirit...... "Ha~~~~ ow!"

Shen Kun yawned, his whole body was spread on the ground like a lump of rotten meat, his clothes were sloppy and unkempt, his eyes were foggy and sleepy, and he looked like a gangster who blocked the street to ask for food and set up a stall to cheat a few small sums by the way.

Next, Shen Kun did not control every joint of his body, and acted completely on his subconscious, and the actions that came out of this way could best reflect the characteristics of the martial soul.

After seeing that the third martial soul was fully activated, Shen Kun yawned again, took off his shoes, buckled his feet for a while, and dug his nostrils for a while, and then he slowly came to the bottom of a big tree outside the cemetery, took off his pants, poured urine, and trembled...... Then, Shen Kun walked around the cemetery a few times under the control of the martial spirit, and everywhere he went, he saw the beautiful flowers and plants, he squatted down and stepped on his feet, or spat on it, and when he returned to the entrance of the cemetery, he always felt that a few big trees on the edge of the entrance were not pleasing to the eye, so he simply climbed up the tree, stole two bird eggs, and then moved the bird's nest in a few places...... Perhaps the only thing worth mentioning is that Shen Kun injected a little bit of aura into every object when he touched it.

What exactly is the poor monk doing?

Shen Kun really didn't understand, after the third martial soul came up, all he did was the most boring thing, and he wasted a lot of aura, can this be regarded as the characteristics of the martial soul? Or is it ...... This third martial soul is simply a boring waste!?

"Brother Wang, have you seen where the mysterious person A is coming from?" Shen Kun couldn't help but ask.

"What?" Wang Xiao was interrogating the mysterious person A, not paying attention to what Shen Kun was doing, and said in surprise: "Have you tested the third martial spirit?"

"This ...... Forget it, let's study it slowly in the future!"

Packing Wang Xiao's tomb as a whole and handing it over to his mini wolf to carry, Shen Kun hurriedly left the ancestral cemetery, "Brother Wang, let's hurry up, that Huixin is not dead just now, maybe he will be able to provoke a more powerful monk soon!"

"Yes, these monks do have some ability, Shen Kun, you'd better hide for a while, don't rush out!"

"Well, there are a few hidden mountains to the west, and we go there to heal. ”

Shen Kun walked to the west, but after walking one or two hundred steps, he met a group of monks.

These monks sat around the periphery of the cemetery, looking like they had just arrived, and they were obviously coming for Shen Kun.

But...... Extremely weird!

Extremely incredible!

What Shen Kun never dreamed of was ...... Under the moonlight, Shen Kun's bald head was shiny and bright, even a blind person could see it, and there were more than a hundred monks, Shen Kun could hear their breathing with his eyes closed, but in this case, Shen Kun swaggered out of the monk's encirclement, and recently accidentally stepped on the corner of a monk's clothes, but he didn't seem to see the monk's appearance at all, the monks...... I don't seem to see him!

Shen Kun just left!

It's so close, but you don't see it!

(To be continued)