Rumble!

When the hammer of this iron-striking young man fell on the chopping board, in Li Xiake's feelings, it seemed to fall on himself, and an invisible force instantly enveloped his body and mind.

This strong force came suddenly, without any warning, Li Xiake was also a little caught off guard, his body shook suddenly, and the body that was shocked rumbled, and he couldn't help but show the Buddha's dharma appearance with flesh and snails.

At this time, his zhangliu golden body had already broken through the height of one zhang, and the pale golden halo on the surface of his body was like lightning around the topic, so that the sound of the young man striking iron was invisible.

At the same time, the internal injuries that were beaten by the Red Sun Dao people also recovered in an instant, and the golden body of Zhang Liujin showed great power at this time.

He was just affected by the magic power of this iron-striking youth, and he had already been forced out of the Zhangliu Golden Body, but the Red Sun Daoist was facing the iron-striking youth's solid hammer.

This hammered Li Xiake made a trembling sound, but it had no effect on the Red Sun Dao people, this person was dressed and trembling, and he sneered: "A few stinky blacksmiths, dare to shoot at me?"

When he said this, the sound shook the whole city, and the blood-colored giants who were fixed by the runes were lifted from their stiff state at the same time, and they collectively roared in the sky, and they all went berserk.

The young man on the opposite side of the iron turned a deaf ear to the words of the Red Sun Daoist, raised the sledgehammer in his hand, and smashed it down with another hammer.

The blood-colored long sword in the hand of the Red Sun Daoist pointed at the chest of the iron-striking young man from afar: "Explosion!"

Bang!

The young man's body trembled, and the hammer was raised into the air but failed to fall, and there was a rumbling sound in his body, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood.

The middle-aged man pulling the bellows next to him suddenly pushed the lever of the bellows back.

The charcoal fire on the stove formed a pillar of flame, which exploded in an instant, turning into a cloud of fire, and used it as a hood for the Red Sun Daoist.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The Red Sun Daoist sneered, and a blood-colored handkerchief in his hand flew out, quickly expanding in the air, and as soon as it was collected, it wrapped the sky full of fire clouds.

"You man, what are you doing with my charcoals?"

The old man on the cart chuckled, took out a small hammer with a claw from his waist, and gently threw it at the Red Sun Daoist, the small hammer broke through the space, and hit the Red Sun Daoist on the forehead, splashing his forehead with sparks, volleying a somersault, and falling off the blood-colored lotus seat.

The Red Sun Daoist was furious, waved his hand to accept the lotus seat, shook his body, opened the third eye in the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly four arms suddenly appeared under his ribs, each holding a weapon, and rushed towards the cart.

When the old man in the cart saw that the Red Sun Daoist had turned into a six-armed Dharma body, his expression became nervous, and he shouted, "The one who killed the pig, it's up to you!"

Li Xiake stood by and watched, only feeling that this old man and young man who struck iron, although their magical abilities were peculiar, but if they were in terms of real cultivation, they were not much higher than themselves, but the first few moves were done in advance, and they seemed to be extraordinary.

Now hearing the old man's shout, Li Xiake's heart moved: "Killing pigs? Could it be that he is talking about Zhang Tu?"

At this moment, I saw a stout fat man with a pinch of heart hair not far away, this man had a purple face, a beard, and a pig-killing knife, and walked with a tiger's wind, it was Zhang Tu, a master of the market that Li Xiake had met before.

This slaughterer held the pig-killing knife in his hand, glanced at the Red Sun Daoist from a distance, and slowly raised the pig-killing knife in his hand, dancing towards the air in front of him, but he didn't dare to move forward.

The Red Sun Daoist smiled: "The butcher who kills pigs is also worthy ......of fighting me?"

Burst!

Before he could finish speaking, the red robe on his body shook like a wave, and countless tiny cracks cracked silently.

His blood-colored robe turned out to be a living creature, and after cracking the crack, he let out a terrible scream, and the blood sprayed wildly from the crack, and it took a moment before it returned to its original state.

Hongri Daoren's face changed slightly: "Why are you all the means of the market?

He has come to this world since the human race in this world was not yet civilized, and his knowledge is not extensive, and his vision is not vicious, but the inheritance and origin of these people in front of him are difficult for him to see.

He has been in a high position for a long time, but he has never seen such a market method.

"Since the three emperors and five emperors came out, there have been hundreds of schools in the world.

The gourd of the Daomen is filled with lead and mercury, and the body of the Buddha is used as a ferry.

Cultivating the Heavenly Demon as wishful, Haoran is angry.

The first emperor set the train on the same track, and judged the weights and measures.

We are rooted in the market, and we sleep peacefully in the capital city. ”

When the Red Sun Daoist was puzzled and surprised, there was a burst of singing in the distance, an old man holding a rattan cane, slowly walking from the distant street, although others were still in the distant street, but as long as they heard his singing, people involuntarily appeared his image, as if jumping out of his mind, this situation, extremely weird, really mysterious.

The old man's face was clumsy, with orange peel and crane hair, and he walked through a few streets tremblingly, came to the Red Sun Dao people, and saluted: "Brother Red Sun Dao, do you still recognize the old man?"

The Red Sun Daoist glanced at the old man and said, "I don't recognize it!"

His expression became more and more solemn, and the blacksmith and pig killer before were okay to say, although there were some means, but the cultivation realm was much lower than him, and he could see the strength of the other party as soon as he made a move, so although he was surprised by the methods of these people, he did not feel that it was difficult to deal with it.

But now this old man made him feel a little jealous.

This old man, like him, is full of ancient and deep breath, which is a special charm that can only be born under the baptism of endless years.

The old man smiled and said: "Brother Hongri Dao's eyes were higher than the top in the past, that is, the Taoist ancestors preached, the Buddha preached the Dharma, you don't disdain to listen to it often, the villain is just a servant who shaved his head and pedicure, and naturally he can't get into your eyes." ”

Hongri Daoist was greatly surprised, and he was also shocked: "You were already alive when the old Dao of Niubi enlightened and taught the Fa?"

The old man smiled: "Yes, I am here to serve Daozu when he washes his hair and cleans his face, and even his hair bun is still the one I gave him!"

Holding a rattan cane and slowly approaching the Red Sun Daoist: "After the Dao Ancestor broke through the sky and ascended, the villain wandered around, and then went to the West, and met the Buddha, so I began to serve the Buddha again, and the heads of the ten disciples under his sect were all shaved by me! It wasn't until the Demon Ancestor achieved the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon that the villain left the Bantian Cliff and came to the human world, but he happened to meet the old master of Confucianism!"

When he said this, his face showed reverence: "The old master has been very kind to me, and has never treated me as a servant, and if I wash his hair and clean his face, he will pay me." Later, when I didn't have enough money, he wrote to me as a reward, and I followed him all over the world for many years, and I saved a lot of notes from him. I said, Brother Hongridao, you better leave Zhongjing, otherwise, if I take out the old master's handwriting, you just want to escape, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it. ”