Turning around, I carried a few bags of lime powder to the back of the tent, and found a few short-sleeved pieces, all torn into a foot-long strip of cloth.

In the past, Jianghu people would carry three treasures, one of which was lime powder.

The lime bag is relatively portable, can be hidden anywhere on the body, can be attacked, and can be covered when retreating.

When the master is engaged in hand-to-hand combat, bursts of white powder will emerge from his body, which is the lime bag hidden on his body.

I was also sent peaches, which included a mixture of chicken blood and cinnabar.

The fat Taoist priest was sent by Qingwei, that is a decent and decent family, and he must not know the wild road on the rivers and lakes.

Anyway, I'm also the master of the one view now.

It's time to cut you today! Who said that wild roads can only hide in the shadows?

Feeling for about a dozen lime bags hidden all over my body, I pulled out the katana that I hadn't used for a long time.

At this time, the autumn wind rises.

The late autumn evening breeze is like a fine needle, blowing on the face and piercing the face, and the trees behind me are full of fallen leaves, and at this moment with the autumn wind is rushing on me.

Soon, the eyes were golden.

At ten minutes of sunset, a broad figure appeared in the setting sun.

The warm yellow sunset pulled his figure long, and from a distance, it looked like two moving mountains of meat.

The fat Taoist priest had an inexplicable treacherous look on his face, and he didn't stop slowly until he was more than ten meters in front of me.

"Boom!"

He, like me, sat cross-legged.

"Whoa."

The fat Taoist priest's shoulders shook, and the blanket slid from his shoulders to his arms, and in a moment, magic weapons such as soul suppression bells and five-color order flags formed a straight line in front of him.

The kung fu of the Qingwei School, I just heard the master learn it, and this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes.

He pinched very fast, and I squinted at his every move.

"Worship the Seven Stars."

"Watching the mountains and seas."

……

At first, I could still recognize some of the hand-to-hand duels, but for more than ten seconds, I didn't recognize them at all.

Suddenly, the fit of his two hands immediately turned into sword fingers, and his movements were somewhat similar to those of the Millennium Kill.

"Up!"

The black flag in the five-color flag stood up suddenly, and the fat Taoist priest picked up the soul bell.

"Command the ghosts of the south, east, west, and north!"

"Come!"

As the fat Taoist priest drank in his mouth, the remaining four flags stood up in unison.

The night wind was a little stronger, the fallen leaves swirled against the ground, and the five-color flag in the wind did not move.

I didn't move the whole time, I even felt like I was watching a show.

Suddenly, his big eyes suddenly opened, and a touch of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"Smack!"

His thick palm slammed into the ground, and I suddenly felt my ass move somewhere.

I looked down and saw that I was a finger's width from the ground.

For a moment, I was swinging, swinging, back and forth, left and right.

The housekeeping skill of the Qingwei faction is to control ghosts, this is teasing me with ghosts!

The fat Taoist priest laughed, and I laughed too.

He laughed at me for being teased, and I laughed at him for being like a somersault monkey.

After working for so long, you came up with such a little trick?

I turned around and unscrewed the bottle behind me, dipped my index finger in a little chicken blood, and drew a circle around me.

Before the circle was finished, I was already sitting firmly on the ground.

I threw my hands at him and didn't say anything.

The smile on the fat Taoist's face immediately froze, and he picked up the soul bells with one hand, and the sound of clattering was endless.

"Whew."

I suddenly felt a bad wind coming towards me, and although I couldn't see anything, a strong sense of suffocation told me that there was definitely something in front of me.

The chicken blood copes with this scene, and it is obviously overstretched.

I picked up the scabbard of the katana in my arms with one hand, and pulled it out with the hilt of my right hand.

"Whew!"

I paused deliberately, and immediately pulled out the knife, and in the flash of light, the blade of the knife was already playing a gust of wind around me.

The blade of the katana is about 70 centimeters long, and the handle is at least one meter or more.

It was also at this moment that the sense of oppression suddenly disappeared.

"Bang!"

The katana was stuck on the ground by me, and the fat Taoist's already pale face was no longer bloodless.

He just stared at me silently, took out a few pieces of rune paper from his arms, and silently crumpled them in the palm of his hand.

I'm sure it's some kind of spell, but it's all jet-black, and the runes on it are drawn with a white pen.

I've been in the yin and yang circle for more than ten years, and I've never heard of this kind of thing at all!