The infatuated Taoist swept the dust, caught Kuishan Lao Su steadily, and touched Lao Suo's neck with two thin fingers.

Seeing that there was still a faint pulse beating, the infatuated Taoist hurriedly took out a blue and white porcelain vase from his arms, skillfully pinched the jaw of Kuishan Laosuo's trismus, and stuffed two pills with a rich fragrance into it, and gently stroked his fingers at the Adam's apple, and there was a soft belch, and the medicine had entered the abdomen.

The infatuated Taoist probed his pulse again, and it was already much stronger, so he wiped the sweat stains on his forehead and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Kuishan Laosuo is still alive, and now he is only fighting for a glimmer of life, and he can't be delayed, so I'll take him down the mountain. ”

"A dying person is also worth the effort of a lover real person? Isn't it the so-called benevolence of the healer?" The empty boy folded his fan and shook it gently, stepped forward slowly, and slowly squatted down in front of the infatuation.

The infatuate was provoked by the empty son's words, and suddenly became a little annoyed and angry.

"What do you know? If I don't do my best to save Lao Suo, this old guy still owes me money for medicine before, and you can't pay it back?"

The empty boy seemed to listen to the pulse between Lao Suo's neck, between the electric light and flint, the light flashed in his eyes, his fingers were like hooks, and with a click, the old man's neck bone was broken.

"How dare you ......" The infatuated Taoist looked at Lao Suo, who unfortunately died in front of him, and his right hand trembled to the empty son, and he was extremely angry for a while.

"At the moment of fierce rivalry, you are a woman's kindness, and you are not afraid to go out and ruin your reputation. The empty boy clapped his hands, stood up on his knees, and gave a fist salute to Senluo.

"Empty boy Hua Jinlou, please give your advice!"

As soon as the words fell, he slapped the long sword tied behind him, and with a sound of the waves, a touch of green sword light rose to the sky, and the sword roared and the dragon roared, and stabbed towards Sen Luo quickly with the momentum of wind and thunder.

At the moment of thunder, Sen Luo's face did not change, and his cuffs and hands quickly poked out, showing a Buddha worship, firmly restraining the sword in front of him, and the distance between the tip of the sword and his eyebrows was less than three inches, which was dangerous.

No matter how hard the Void Boy drove it, he couldn't make the flying sword go half an inch deeper, Hua Jinlou's heart was horizontal, his teeth bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out of his mouth, quickly turning into a wisp of blood that seeped into the long sword in front of Sen Luo.

The original green sword was red like a vein pattern, and the sword intent became more and more crazy and heavy, and where Sen Luo's feet stood, there was a dense cracking sound, and the hard stone slab was cracked in the form of a net.

Sen Luo's naked palms rubbed sharply against the sword body, sparks flew everywhere, I saw him snort coldly, and a trace of crystal light was hidden from his fingertips, gradually wrapping the entire palm, Sen Luo pursed the corners of his mouth, looked up at the empty boy whose face was becoming more and more pale, and sneered.

"That's it?"

Sen Luo's palms were rubbed, and the sword body was full of luxury, like snow in spring, gradually fading and dissolving.

The Void Child's natal flying sword was detained by Sen Luo's strange methods, no matter how he summoned it, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and it was difficult to see the flying sword respond.

The two remnant swords fell into the dust, and a stream of blood spurted out of the empty man's mouth, and he fainted as soon as his eyes rolled, and the infatuated Taoist hesitated for a moment, but still broke his teeth and stuffed a life-saving pill.

A figure swept out like a falcon, and threw a punch towards the door of Sen Luo's face, and quickly Yu Lightning. Sen Luo shouted, took a small step forward and lunged into a fist.

Compared with Xu Wei's big fist with green tendons, Sen Luo's fist looked a little delicate and small.

The two of them fisted each other, and the chaotic Yuan Qi was wanton and furious, and the stone slabs around him were hit hard again, and the broken stones bounced off the ground one after another, and they were squeezed into powder by the raging Yuan Qi before they reached mid-air.

Xu Wei shouted violently, the muscles of his arms bulged like hills, and the ciphertext spell attached to it was bright and bright, and finally advanced half a fist, Xu Wei didn't have time to rejoice, and saw Sen Luo's shoulders and elbows, his waist shaft twisted, and his fist collapsed by half an inch.

Boom! A cloud of Qi exploded, the gravel and fallen leaves were scattered in all directions, Xu Wei's figure swept out of the dust and mist, poofed, and smashed in front of the infatuated Taoist, the Taoist master did not panic, and methodically stuffed him with a pill.

"Who else?" Sen Luo smiled arrogantly, and everyone on the other side looked at each other, and no one dared to make a rash move.

"Waste is waste!" Sen Luo took a sip and stretched out his left index finger to shake slightly, "There is no one who can fight!"

"Ideas pierce hands, and a group of sieges. The ancestor who had been looking forward to moving the mountain suddenly spoke.

The frightened people woke up when they heard the words, and they sacrificed their natal magic weapons with different brilliance, and they only waited for the ancestor to give an order, and they would attack them in groups.

"How amazing are you?" Sen Luo grinned, his hands flipped over the seal, and suddenly slapped his palm on the ground, and the incantation came out from the palm of his hand, gradually revealing a golden light miniature array, and the brilliance flowed and shone brightly.

The tall figure with a golden armor and a sword on his back took the lead in stepping out of the magic circle and stood quietly behind Sen Luo.

Immediately after, red, white, and black people with swords and armor on their backs walked out of the formation, lined up behind Sen Luo, and the four armor soldiers were restrained and looked a little lifeless.

Seeing the armor person coming out of the battle, the mountain moving ancestor suddenly shrank his pupils, as if he was facing a great enemy, and couldn't help but exclaim in a trembling voice: "Four-phase sword puppet, you are the deputy sect master of the Cliff Sect, Sen Luo!"

"Good eyesight, since you recognize me, then please die!"

Sen Luo bared a mouthful of white teeth, smiled, stretched out his hand and waved at the people of the Mountain Moving Ancestor, and the four armor soldiers behind him turned into four streamers and shot out.

......

The gold-armored sword puppet threw a skeleton into the sea of clouds, the red-armored sword puppet used his magical powers to detain the pool water to clean the blood stains on the ground, the black-armored sword puppet took a boulder from a distance and swung his sword into a stone slab, and the white-armored sword puppet was responsible for carefully leveling the ground.

In less than a tea time, the peak was completely new, Sen Luo carefully inspected it around, nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the four-top sword puppet melted like ice and snow, and gradually dissipated.

The infatuated Taoist sat under the Bodhi tree, his expression was sluggish, the corners of his mouth were salivating, and he looked sluggish.

"Hey, I didn't hit you, I put on this dead face to show anyone. Sen Luo kicked the man with his toes, his tone a little impatient, "You didn't say what you were looking for Nan Sheng all the time?"

The infatuated Taoist turned his gaze to Sen Luo in a daze, his body was shocked, and he couldn't help but secretly slander himself in his heart. "When you come up, you provoke, and when you're done, you burst out and kill people! ”

The infatuated Taoist has a blank face and tells the truth what he knows.

"I've been in the house for less than a month, as if it's for some treasure in the previous dynasty. ”

"Oh, that's right!" Sen Luo patted his chest with palpitations, and smiled very lucky.

"Why let me go?" The infatuated Taoist still couldn't hide his thoughts, and asked directly.

"Ye is happy!" Sen Luo flicked his long sleeves, like repelling mosquitoes and flies, "Don't be long-winded, it's nothing for you, take advantage of your good mood, hurry up!"

The infatuated Taoist slowly got up with his hands on the trunk, his body shook a few times, and his steps were a little unsteady.

"You didn't see anything today!" Sen Luo stood on tiptoe and slapped Lao Dao on the shoulder as he passed by.

"What?" the amateur Taoist looked down at Sen Luo with a blank expression.

"Good job!" Sen Luo admired Lao Dao's reaction and patted Lao Dao on the shoulder comfortingly.

The infatuated Taoist was just about to step away, but was stopped by the strange young man, his body stiffened, cold sweat instantly flowed down from the corners of his forehead, and he didn't dare to turn around, and asked blankly, "What's the matter?"

"When you go down the mountain, remember to find a big rock with plenty of sunshine and dry your pants, how old are you, and you still pee your pants, isn't it embarrassing?"

"Oh!" the infatuated Taoist glanced at the wet stains between his legs, his face was expressionless, and after waiting for a while, he didn't see the young man's command, and then he stiffened like a marionette, and walked away towards the bottom of the mountain.

It was supposed to be three or two hours down the mountain, and the infatuated Taoist was stunned by that strange pace, and it took a little half a day to reach the foot of the mountain.

When the archway of the Buddha's foot town is visible, just as the sun is setting, the tired birds have returned to their nests.

The infatuated Taoist sighed, and in the past six months after going down the mountain, the rivers and lakes have been mixed, like a special dream, and the Taoist suddenly leaned down and fell to his knees, crying bitterly.

"Master, I'm homesick!"