Mao Xiaowei looked at the ranger who rushed towards him with suspicion, and said secretly in his heart:

"Although this guy has dark skin, his skin is delicate and shiny and moist, not like a ranger who wanders around and has been weathered!"

In line with the basic attitude of life of never letting go of the opportunity to make a fortune, Mao Xiaowei turned around and raised his hooves to the triumphant black-faced man and shouted:

"Stupid lack of tricks. ”

The man who successfully attacked Mao Xiaowei just now feels very good about himself, and is thinking about taming the smelly donkey, and then go home to ask his father for credit.

Then he suddenly felt a strong suction force on his head, which made his scalp hurt, and then his strong body involuntarily rushed towards the hind hooves of the donkey.

Only then did he realize that this was the donkey's magical power.

Although his body was out of balance, the black-faced man was still dancing with an iron rod, trying to hit Mao Xiaowei.

But in the case of a balance of power, Mao Xiaowei felt that a black-faced man's iron rod could not hurt him.

So when he felt the black-faced man's head approaching his hind hooves, Mao Xiaowei kicked out a blow with all his might, which was the first time he kicked out of his hind hooves with all his strength.

The black-faced man's iron rod almost injured Mao Xiaowei's hind legs, just when the dancing iron rod was about to hit Mao Xiaowei's hind legs, Mao Xiaowei's heavy blow had already knocked the black-faced man unconscious, and the man who was kicked out immediately lost his strength, so although the iron rod still hit Mao Xiaowei's hind legs, it did not hurt Mao Xiaowei.

The old woman who was looking for someone to teach Mao Xiaowei a lesson saw Mao Xiaowei kick the black-faced man unconscious, and she was immediately frightened and wanted to run away.

How could Mao Xiaowei let go of this poisonous woman, raised his hind hooves and aimed at the old woman who had escaped.

The old woman screamed again and flew upside down towards Mao Xiaowei, Mao Xiaowei didn't plan to kill the old woman, because he hadn't received hatred points from the old woman yet.

So he just let the old woman fall into a mess, and then Mao Xiaowei kicked up a henchman of the Bull Demon King and said in a commanding tone:

"Go, take a break in the face of the black-faced man, until you wake up the black-faced man. ”

The henchman of the Bull Demon King glanced at the black-faced man, and shivered in fright as if he had seen some powerful character, and then said to Mao Xiaowei with a sad face:

"Sect Master, I really don't have a small solution!"

"Didn't you?"

Mao Xiaowei turned around as he spoke, and cocked his three tails at the warrior with a sad face.

The warrior had heard from his fellow men that the Patronus would his tail as soon as he was ready to perform his life-killing powers.

The thought of being smoked to death in that yellow gas made the Bull Demon King's henchman suddenly pee in fright.

Mao Xiaowei didn't want to kill more, he just wanted to let the Bull Demon King's henchman martial artist relieve him, Mao Xiaowei saw that there was liquid flowing out of the crotch of the scared warrior's pants, and immediately kicked the warrior's stomach, and the warrior who kicked flew backwards to the black-faced man.

Then the henchman warrior of the Bull Demon King sat on the face of the black-faced man with a desperate face, Mao Xiaowei guessed that the black-faced man was a person that ordinary martial artists could not afford to offend, and now the scared warrior washed the face of the black-faced man, he would definitely be retaliated by the black-faced man, so he was desperate.

The black-faced man was awakened by the foul-smelling heat but could not see the sun, and then he felt someone sitting on his face, and then he became angry, and smashed his fist at the person sitting on his head, and with a single punch he knocked the warrior sitting on his head out.

The sorrowful Xuanwu Realm martial artist was beaten and vomited blood. The whole person flew upside down and crashed into a tree, and then he lost his breath.

Mao Xiaowei shook his head helplessly, as a disciple, it was originally a capital crime to assassinate the sect master with outsiders, and it was cheap for him to be killed by outsiders this time.

Mao Xiaowei thought like this and walked towards the black-faced man again, and said as he walked:

"That idiot was scared to pee by me, and then I kicked him in your face, what do you think it tastes like?"

After hearing Mao Xiaowei's words, the black-faced man suddenly felt that his mouth was also a disgusting taste, and he suddenly felt ashamed, and pointed at Mao Xiaowei while retreating:

"Wait for me, and I will let my father chop off your donkey's hooves." ”

Mao Xiaowei saw that the black-faced man was about to escape, and immediately chased after him, and the scared black-faced man ran as hard as he could, Mao Xiaowei ran a few steps and stopped, just kept kicking the ground with his hooves in place, making the sound of a donkey running, just this sound scared the black-faced man and screamed, knocked down a wall before rushing out of the main hall of Xuanwu Sect.

Mao Xiaowei, who found a little happiness in the process of scaring people, bared his donkey teeth, gracefully stepped on the donkey's hooves and returned to his small building to sit and wait for the harvest.

After the black-faced man smashed through the bluestone wall with his shoulder, his shoulder immediately became high and swollen, and the black-faced man in pain bared his teeth, and his hatred for Mao Xiaowei in his heart increased by three points, but he was not a strong person to Mao Xiaowei, so he couldn't provide hatred value to Mao Xiaowei.

The black-faced man ran straight into the main hall of the Immortal Crane Sect, and the martial artists who practiced martial arts in the main hall were surprised to see the embarrassed appearance of the black-faced man and asked:

"Young Hall Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Young hall master, this is the one who dares to attack you without opening his eyes. ”

The black-faced man known as the Young Hall Master ignored the concern of the congregation, and rushed to the study of the Dragon Sect Master with his head down, he had never lost when he went out to fight, and this time he was kicked like this by a donkey, which made him very shameless to see the senior brothers in the sect.

The Dragon Sect Master was settling accounts with the mahogany abacus, and he wanted to know how many spirit stones he had earned from the donkey in the Immortal Residence, after all, he had suffered a big loss from that donkey, and he urgently needed enough spirit stones to calm his anger, otherwise it would be difficult for him to guarantee that he would not kill the donkey that had harmed him on impulse.

After calculating that he had only earned 10,000 catties of spirit stones, the Dragon Sect Master nodded with a slight satisfaction, and then he saw that his son had a big bag on his head, and his shoulders seemed to be swollen, and he was standing in front of him with a sad face.

The first thing that Sect Master Long thought of was that his authority in the city had been challenged, and the challenge was in the form of beating his son, and his face immediately became gloomy, and he asked:

"Tell me, where did you throw the man?"

Long Aotian, the son of the Dragon Sect Master, covered the lump on his head and said:

"My aunt and grandmother were bullied by the donkey of the Xuanwu Sect, and when I came to the house to look for you, I met me, so I went to teach the animal a lesson as a ranger, but I didn't expect that the animal was too despicable, and it actually used magical powers on me, and I was embarrassed by the Crane Sect. ”

"Bastard. ”

The Dragon Sect Master slapped the table and stood up angrily, according to his previous temper, he would definitely kill the donkey, but now that donkey can earn him 10,000 catties of spirit stones in a few days, if he can increase the output, the income created by a donkey in a month may be higher than the output created by a hundred miners in a month.