This person was wearing a loose Taoist robe, with a big white belly, especially the wine jug, which was huge, staggering when he walked, and he didn't know how much wine he had drunk, and his face was red and purple, and he was the shameless drunkard fat Taoist priest.

"Haha, I really have a fate with Xiaoyou, you see, goodbye to the Misty Forest, how long has it been, we have met again in the Misty Forest, Poor Dao thinks, this is the will of God!"

Seeing the drunkard fat Taoist, Yuan Fan was speechless, how could he meet this dead fat man, he still remembered that when he was in the misty forest, this dead fat man took away a string of Buddhist beads from himself.

"Dao Chief, I don't know my string of Buddha beads, can you recite the supreme scriptures to overdo it?" Yuan Fan opened his mouth and asked the drunkard fat Taoist priest, every time he thought of this, he wanted to loot this fat Taoist priest to avenge the treasure grab.

When the drunkard fat Taoist priest heard this, he smiled slightly, and then his face became serious, and he said, "Little friend has a really good memory." However, the string of Buddhist beads was extremely strange, and when the poor Dao recited the supreme scriptures, it suddenly broke and turned into nothingness. ”

"The beads are broken? I...... Weird your uncle! When Yuan Fan heard his answer, he scolded in a low voice, naturally not believing the fat Taoist's nonsense.

That string of Buddha beads, in the Sword Emperor's sword mound for endless years, has not been broken, how can it be broken when reciting the supreme scriptures, this is obviously the drunkard fat Taoist priest wants to take it for himself.

"Haha, don't scold yourself like this, that string of Buddhist beads is indeed broken." The drunkard fat Taoist priest waved his hand, looking light-hearted.

"I ......" Yuan Fan was speechless, this dead fat man is too shameless, shameless, he is reckless and tongue-in-cheek, he is not an opponent at all.

"Haha." The drunkard fat Taoist Tian was shameless, laughed, and came slowly. When he saw the big yellow dog, he frowned slightly and was immediately vigilant, but when he noticed that the big yellow dog had no breath of life, he suddenly poured a sip of wine, looked up to the sky and laughed: "Oh, this is not the bandit dog who just wants to bite off the thigh of the poor road, why is there no breath, it's a pity, the little dog died like this!" ”

The drunkard fat Taoist priest looked proud, laughed, and slowly approached Yuan Fan, as if he noticed something unusual, and hurriedly stopped, turning his head to look at the man in the distance.

In the distance, the man who was no more than four feet tall drooled, especially exaggerated, staring at the big yellow dog without taking his eyes off, and the two big kitchen knives behind him were clearly shaking, and he didn't know when he was holding them in his hands.

"Hey, this Taoist friend looks familiar, I don't know, where is it sacred?" The drunkard fat Taoist priest's eyes flashed with two blue lights, and he noticed that the man was a strong man, his eyebrows were raised, and he asked with a smile.

"The surname of this immortal master is Xu Tutun." The four-foot man wiped his saliva, glanced at the drunkard fat Taoist, showed a kind face, and said with a smile: "However, this immortal master would prefer others to call me a Immortal Swallowing Daoist!" ”

"Xu Tutun? Swallowing immortals, swallowing immortals, Taoist ......"

The drunkard fat Taoist nodded, held his chin, muttered to himself, as if remembering something from the past, suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at the man with some incredulity, and said excitedly: "Wow, it turns out that the Taoist friend is the one, known as the god who has eaten immortals, it is really better to meet, Your Excellency looks ...... It's really extraordinary! ”

"Whatever there is, it's all a false name, not enough to worry about." When the man in the distance heard this, although he was very surprised, he waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile: "I don't know, Daoyou's surname, this immortal master looks a little familiar?" ”

"The poor Taoist is surnamed Zhang, but now that I am a monk, I am named by the teacher, and I am called Desireless."

The man in the distance seemed to have heard the name of the drunkard fat Taoist, his eyes lit up, and he immediately bowed deeply, and said: "Haha, it turns out that he is known as a desireless Taoist friend who has no desire and no desire, we are really fated to meet here, this is the will of God, the will of God!" ”

"Where is there anything, the Taoist friend of the Swallowing Immortal is the model of my generation, claiming to have eaten all the immortal treasures in the world, no one can match, and the gods are fascinated when they smell it." The drunkard fat Taoist priest smiled, shook the huge wine jug, and returned the salute with a compliment.

"Desireless Taoist friends are polite, it's all false names, false names!"

"Yes, yes, the Immortal Swallowing Daoist said very well, cultivation is natural, there is no need to evaluate it in the accident world, you and I Dao hearts are like the white mist in this forest, white and flawless." The drunkard fat Taoist shook his sleeves, pointed to the mist in the forest, and then raised the wine jug and poured a sip of wine, making a "fairy wind bone" look.

"Hahaha, Daoyou is also very right!" Not to be outdone, the man in the distance responded with a big laugh, posing as a master of the world, and directly began to laugh and talk with the drunkard fat Taoist priest on the spot, the two of them didn't care about Yuan Fan on the side at all, complimenting each other, and comparing with each other.

However, both of them noticed that the other was very extraordinary and did not take a step forward.

"Bah...... What a hypocrisy! Yuan Fan on the side was dumbfounded, and scolded in a low voice, until he couldn't listen to it anymore, so he pulled the big yellow dog and walked into the distance.

"Oh, let's talk later, this immortal master almost forgot about business!" At this time, the man known as the "Immortal Swallowing Daoist" moved on his toes, stepped on the Divine Rainbow, stopped in front of Yuan Fan, showed a kind smile on his face, and said: "Little friend, wait, don't leave in a hurry, this immortal master really has supreme immortal skills, and he can save this big earth dog." ”

Looking at the big kitchen knife of the short man in front of him and the big iron pot behind him, Yuan Fan was full of black lines, shook his head and said: "Senior, you are too inauthentic, you obviously want to buy my dog and stew soup to drink!" ”

"Little friend Feiye, this immortal master really has supreme immortal skills." The man blinked, shook his head solemnly, looked at the big yellow dog and said, "You big earth dog has run out of oil, and if you don't treat it, you are doomed to die." ”

It's just that although he said this, the big kitchen knife in his hand was trembling slightly, his throat was rolling, and he was swallowing saliva, obviously, he couldn't wait to unload the big yellow dog into eight pieces and make eight large bowls of dog meat.

Yuan Fan's face was ugly, he was speechless at the short man in front of him, he didn't want to pay attention to it, and pulled the big yellow dog and walked away.

"Hey, hey, little friend, Poor Dao thinks that Immortal Swallowing Daoist is right, you big earth dog has indeed run out of oil, your cultivation is low, and I don't know that you have the art of resurrecting the dead." On the other side, the drunkard fat Taoist priest also shook the wine pot to stop Yuan Fan, looked at the big yellow dog, and sighed again and again: "Hey, hey, this earth dog is not saved, it's really pitiful, it's a pity that the poor road is a good wine ......."

The drunkard fat Taoist priest said, lifted the wine jug and poured it into the sky, and suddenly, a crisp "click" sound sounded, and the drunkard fat Taoist priest suddenly froze in place.

"Blessing...... Fusheng is immeasurably heavenly. He subconsciously said a trumpet, the whole person seemed to be struck by lightning, the huge wine jug in his hand slipped down, trembling, and then looked down at his right thigh, trembling and said: "Tu...... Bandit Dog ......"

At this moment, on his right thigh, a bald yellow dog looked proud, with canine teeth like two rows of steel knives, biting there.

"Dead fatty, this king is going to bite off your thigh!"