Seeing that the speed of the stick was too fast, the frost micro Taoist hurriedly shook the dust in his hand and wanted to stop it, just between the intersection of the chair leg and the dust tail, the frost micro Taoist was pleasantly surprised to find that he caught the swinging chair leg, and the dust immediately scuffled on the chair leg, entangled and locked it in front of him.

"Do you really think it's your next step?" Ye Dang's voice spread from far to near to the side of the Frost Micro Daoist very quickly, and he was just afraid that this Frost Micro Daoist would directly dodge and accidentally injure those people behind him, so he slowed down the throwing speed by a few points.

The purple-robed Taoist, who was still glad that he had caught the other party's move, heard this question, and looked forward suddenly, only to see that the sloppy man in the shabby yellow shirt had already flashed in front of him, and with one hand he had already grasped the leg of the chair that was still flying in the air just now.

Frost Weidao hurriedly wanted to pull out his dust whisk and retreat back, but found that the dust whisk in his hand did not obey the call, no matter how he controlled the object, he could not pull out the dust, and Ye Dangting was the chair leg in his hand spun on his wrist, stirring the dust tail very quickly, and when the frost micro Taoist found out, the dust tail had been all stirred on the chair legs.

"The little liar is optimistic!".

With a shout, Lin Manliu followed the sound and looked, only to see that after Ye Dangting and Shuangwei Daoren scuffled the utensils in their hands, the yellow-shirted figure suddenly lifted the purple robe belt closer to him with his right hand, and then his left shoulder slammed forward, and the "click" sound seemed to be the sound of bones shattering, and the right shoulder of the purple robe that was hit collapsed slightly.

Without waiting for the figure of the Frost Micro Daoist to fall backwards, then Ye Dangting's left hand directly reached out and grabbed the already sunken right arm, and pulled the Frost Micro Daoist back in front of him, and the severe pain came from the position of his right shoulder, the whole face of the Frost Micro Daoist was hideous and painful, and he no longer had the strength to clench the dust in his hand, he raised his hand and wanted to beg for mercy, but Ye Dangting would give him a chance to speak.

"The blade is hidden in the body, hidden in the form, and hidden in the movement."

Just when the Shuangwei Daoist's lips opened to speak, he saw that the yellow-shirted man was like a madman, handing out his head and crashing into him, and then he remembered the sound of a broken bone, and the head of the Shuangwei Daoist fell backwards, the Dao crown on his head and slipped to the ground, and the tied Dao bun also collapsed, and his head was not as embarrassed as the yellow-shirted hooligan in front of him.

"With the body as a front, the whole body can be a blade".

Ye Dangting stood leaning over, dragging the purple-robed Taoist's right arm with his left hand, so that the purple-robed Taoist could not fall to the ground, and then used the chair leg to pick up the frost-robed Taoist's still intact left arm, and his hands suddenly pulled the purple robe up, and then swept out with a kick and kicked the left arm of the frost-robed Taoist, "Click-" The bone-cracking sound was not weaker than before, as if it directly abolished the entire arm of the frost-micro-Taoist.

In this way, the whole person of Shuangwei Daoist fell to the ground like a ball of flesh, those in Taoist robes ran down, vigilantly looking at the yellow-shirted man in the rain, no one dared to step forward, the onlookers saw the blood splash on the spot and began to panic, some people lost the cool charm and did not stay away from here directly, and some people took advantage of the chaos to pick up the yellow paper talisman that had been stepped on by someone a few feet before starting to stay away.

The woman who shouted before saw this scene, holding the child and sliding to the ground, the child in her arms whimpered louder and louder, she didn't know what she should do, the noise from her arms made her even more panicked and uneasy, the man in yellow shirt in her eyes seemed to be a powerful ghost, as long as she asked for his life.

"Don't cry!! Why are you crying, why are you crying, it's not because I'm working so hard for you, it's not because of raising you and your unsuccessful father, why can you cry......" The woman began to roar at the child in her arms, her eyes bloody, her voice sharp and full of fear.

She cursed the child in her arms, while vigilantly watching whether the man in the yellow shirt would notice her, but as soon as she raised her head, she met Ye Dangting's eyes, and at this moment, it was as if someone had grabbed her neck, and the feeling of suffocation surged up from her abdomen, and the rain fell on the woman's face, and fell on the face of the child in her arms, she wanted to get up and run away with those people, but the cold feeling from the rain made her unable to move.

"It's... This uncle, I'm sorry, it's a small mistake...... It's a little one who didn't dare to slander Uncle and Ling Gongzi before, please let me go... Leave me and my kids alone! I should never have said what I said before," the woman began to sob, begging the yellow-shirted ghost in her eyes to spare herself, and when she saw that the other party did not react in the slightest, she suddenly thought of the child in her arms, and secretly thought in her heart that this might be the only way to live.

When she talked about her child, she didn't look carefully at the child in her arms, let the child be wet with rain and cry there, and even when she said that she let her child go, her eyes were like that cowardly person thinking about the way to live, and then she kept repeating that she and her child were spared.

"Enough... If you go home late, my shop will close early" Lin Manliu was really upset when he saw this scene, so he said again.

"I know, I know, why did you discipline me," Ye Dangting casually threw away the leg of the chair and turned around and followed Lin Manliu.

After the two walked away, those Taoist priests in the city hurriedly surrounded them, wanting to help the frost micro Taoist who had rotted into a mess of flesh on the ground, and before they touched their uncle's sleeve, Ye Dangting, who had already walked out of a distance, said again: "Wait for you who wake up, let him do less of these things that harm the people of one side in the future, and by the way, give your master a wake-up."

Hearing this, everyone froze somewhere, and no one dared to make any more moves, that is, whoever went up first to help him would convey these words to this uncle.

The woman sitting in front of the stage was a little dazed with the child in her arms, did she escape this catastrophe? She looked down at the child in her arms, the rain had soaked all the bedding, the child's whimper was much quieter than before, but it seemed a little lifeless, she looked at the child's eyes suddenly became a little fierce, and she scolded in her heart It's all your fault, if it weren't for you and your inactive father, why would the old lady end up in such a situation.

Raising her hand just to throw the child directly to the ground, but slowly withdrawing it, the woman thought in her heart that she would have to rely on you to ask for money from the dead man's house, and then picked up the child and prepared to stay away from here, before leaving, she did not forget to pick up some cool charms that no one had time to pick up and stuffed them between her chest and abdomen, and after picking up some, she found that those Taoists were looking at her resentfully, and she hurriedly ran away.

"If it weren't for that woman, Uncle Shi would have been injured by that person, or I would have arrested that woman and beaten her brothers to relieve their anger," a Taoist priest said.

"I think it's okay, and the child in her arms just cried so loudly, see if I find a roof for him and hang it for a few days, he can still have the strength to cry," another person spoke out in support.

"Ahem..."Just when someone wanted to continue to echo, the purple-robed Taoist on the ground coughed, and the rain sank into his throat, choking the frost micro-Taoist unable to continue coughing, and the whole person began to whimper.

"Uncle, uncle..."Seeing that the purple-robed Taoist shouted, everyone hurriedly shouted for Uncle Shi, and began to be courteous, scrambling to support the frost micro Taoist who fell to the ground.