"How so?"

Master Faming screamed in his mouth.

It was as if I had seen something incomprehensible.

"Aren't you a cultivator, how can your reaction speed be faster than Zhou Baijue in the Martial Dao Realm?"

His eyes widened in horror, and his face was full of incredulity.

Su Xuan said with a smile: "Who told you that I am a cultivator?" ”

Faming froze on the spot.

Yes, Su Xuan has never said what kind of cultivator he is.

From beginning to end, it was just his own wishful thinking about Su Xuan.

Seeing Su Xuan summoning thunder in the Zhao family's villa and destroying the yin spirit, he preconceived Su Xuan as a master of law cultivation.

"I know both magic and martial arts."

"Double cultivation of law and martial arts!"

Fa Ming screamed in shock, gasping for air in his mouth.

He trembled all over and looked at Su Xuan: "Tai Chi Liangyi, double cultivation of law and martial arts, only the Gu Wudang lineage can do it, you are a person from Gu Wudang?" ”

Su Xuan seemed to be smiling, and answered the question: "Fa Ming, you escaped from me by luck at noon today, and if you don't leave Jincheng, forget it." ”

"Tonight, you dare to come to me for revenge, I won't let you run away again this time!"

Su Xuan shook his head as he spoke.

Fa Ming's face was ugly.

His eyes were full of horror.

In addition to the dual cultivation of law and martial arts, the person in front of him is also a doctor and a god.

"How is that possible!" Fa Wu was at a loss.

Whether it is the Dharma cultivation circle or the martial arts world, there is a saying that circulates it.

Specialize in the art industry, each with its own strengths!

Those who practice the law will not touch the martial arts, and those who practice martial arts will not study the techniques.

Because the way of magic and martial arts is to rely on summer practice and winter practice, and the Tao is accumulated step by step, there is no shortcut.

If you go to touch the martial arts, you will most likely waste your time, and you won't be able to be pure and unique, and in the end, the law will not be cultivated, and the martial arts will not be practiced well.

Su Xuan's skills are profound, and his martial arts are superb.

Although it was only an understatement, Fa Ming could see at a glance that Su Xuan's cultivation in martial arts was not under Zhou Baijue.

Come to think of this.

Fa Ming turned and ran.

The Guiyuan sword slipped from Su Xuan's sleeve, and as the aura poured in, he raised his hand and threw it.

'Whoosh' sound.

The Guiyuan sword shot into Fa Ming's back, blood splattered, and he let out a miserable scream from his mouth and fell to the ground on the spot.

"Doctor Su spares his life!"

"I'm willing to trade the art of raising yin spirits."

Fa Ming fell to the ground in pain, his teeth shaking.

He has been cultivating the magic method passed down from the ghost Gu lineage for many years, but he didn't expect to die before he became a teacher, and he was planted on a young man.

Society is terrible.

He wanted to go back to the Skull Temple.

Su Xuan walked in front of Fa Ming and looked condescendingly.

Half of his back was stained red with blood, and every step he took seemed to use all his strength.

"Run?"

"Aren't you very good at running?"

Su Xuan kicked under Fa Ming's crotch.

'Click! ’

Sprinkle the egg juice.

A miserable scream came out of Fa Ming's mouth.

"If you have the surname Su, don't insult this seat!" Fa Ming almost fainted from the pain.

Su Xuan kicked again.

Fa understood that his eyes rolled, and a pain that penetrated deep into his soul swept through his body.

'Bang! ’

'Bang! ’

Su Xuan's feet were like raindrops, kicking under Fa Ming's crotch.

Blood stained his pants red, Fa Ming's breathing was weak, and he lay on the ground dying.

"Boy, you give this seat a good time, it's bad luck to meet you." Fa Ming spoke weakly, and at the same time a trace of remorse rose.

Do a good penance in the Skull Temple.

I have to come to the worldly world to find death.

"Ahhh

"The surname is Su, even if this seat becomes a ghost, it won't let you go!"

Fa Ming cursed viciously.

Su Xuan snorted coldly in his mouth: "You hurt heaven and reason, kill many ordinary people, you can become a ghost, but people can't?" ”

"You better think about it first, after you become a ghost, how will you face those people you killed?"

Fa Ming was stunned.

Seems to make some sense?

Thinking of the people he used to raise the Yin Spirit, Fa Ming suddenly didn't want to die.

He whispered in his mouth: "Master Su, as long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to be a slave and a servant from now on, and I will always follow you." ”

Su Xuan turned a deaf ear and kicked one kick after another.

Fa Ming's flesh and blood are blurred under his crotch.

"Don't... Stop kicking! ”

His tone was pleading.

Su Xuan scolded: "Others take slaves and slaves, they are all young and beautiful women, you are an old thing, ugly, you want to be beautiful!" ”

A few minutes later.

Fa Ming fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

His place has been kicked into a puddle of minced meat by Su Xuansheng.

The yin jar was broken, the body was injured by thunder, and even the biggest backer was killed by Su Xuan.

The current Master Fa Ming is no different from ordinary people in front of Su Xuan.

In the final analysis, his mana mainly depends on the Yin Soul he raises, as long as he destroys the Yin Soul, any gunman can kill Fa Ming.

Confirm that Fa Ming has no more breath and is completely dead.

Su Xuan began to rub against him.

A mobile phone.

A wallet.

A worn-out bank card with no password.

In addition, Su Xuan also found a few small balloons in his pocket, which were obviously not used up with Zhao Qiluo.

Su Xuan sighed.

I didn't expect Fa Ming to be such a perverted person.

He also knows how to put safety first.

Then I looked for Zhou Baijue again, this guy was even poorer, only a few dozen yuan in cash.

"Dead poor ghost."

"The dignified martial arts realm, only forty-eight yuan on me."

"Follow the flying dragon and be hungry three times a day!"

Jiang Feilong is too pompous.

Su Xuan's eyes showed a trace of disappointment, and he threw Zhou Baijue's body into the river and destroyed the corpse.

When it was Master Fa Ming's turn, Su Xuan's gaze suddenly stopped at a quaint ring he was wearing on his middle finger.

The ring is dull in color, scratched, and does not look the slightest bit peculiar.

But Su Xuan felt the aura on this ring.

Take it down and take a look, as Su Xuan's aura was infused into it, his eyes widened incredibly: "Space Ring? ”

The so-called space ring.

It is a kind of spiritual weapon recorded in the "Treasure Record of Creation and Creation".

It is a space of its own, with a minimum radius of several zhang, and the largest can even fit the Yangtze River, mountains and land.

The ring on Fa Ming's finger, although it is only a few feet of space, can also stuff a small car.

Su Xuan probed into his faint divine sense to check and found that there were many medicinal herbs piled up inside, mountains of gold bars, and at least hundreds of millions of cash, piled up into small mountains.

In one of the small black cloth bags, there was actually a pink diamond.

It's really the size of a quail egg.

At least a few hundred carats.

The rest were some things that were not suitable for children, such as some strangely shaped rubber, and Su Xuan was dumbfounded.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind.

"It's gone!"

Fa Ming is too rich.

He thought that this secret would be taken away by himself.

Unexpectedly, all the savings of his life finally belonged to this young man named Su Xuan.

Su Xuan put his foot under Fa Ming's crotch and scolded in his mouth: "Dog, I don't know how many hurtful things I have done in exchange for these wealth?" ”

Su Xuan scolded while putting the ring on.

'Boom! ’

The corpse rolled down.

There is no trace.

The night is dark and the wind is high, when the body is killed and destroyed.

Su Xuan has become a refinement!