Gao Ming's kick came quickly and trickily.

The Taoist was caught off guard, and in a hurry, he only had time to barely jump back, and slapped down with his right hand to stop Gao Ming's kick.

This kick was stopped, but the compass in his right hand flew out.

The compass flipped in the air, but the brass beast head on the compass was always dutiful, constantly turning and adjusting its position, no matter how the compass was flipped, the pair of brass beast eyes were always staring at Gao Ming.

The Dao man was obviously a little surprised, he didn't expect that this young man, who seemed to be a little quiet and weak, would suddenly make a violent move; he didn't expect that this white and pure young man would instantly become so irritable, and as soon as he made a move, he would do his best; what he didn't expect was that this seemingly slightly thin young man was so sharp, and the angle of his shot was so tricky, and there was no pattern to follow.

The Taoist looked up at the flying compass and hurriedly abandoned Gao Ming to pick it up.

And Gao Ming's feet were all off the ground at the moment, his body was in the air, and he had nowhere to borrow strength, so he "snapped" and fell to the ground.

The man received the compass with his eyes, looked up and down carefully, and saw that the compass was still good, so he was relieved.

Gao Ming fell to the ground, turned over and wanted to get up, but as soon as he exerted his strength, there was a sharp pain in his waist, and his legs were numb, and he couldn't exert his strength at all.

In fact, since he was lightly touched by that person, his waist and legs began to go numb. If not, with the strength of Gao Ming, such a tricky leg would not be able to be blocked by that person so easily.

Gao Ming struggled on the ground, but he couldn't get up. His legs became more and more sore, and when the qi and blood flowed to his waist, it seemed to be blocked.

Gao Ming couldn't struggle, but the pain in his waist became more and more intense. Beads of sweat came out of Gao Ming's head, Gao Ming gave up getting up, covered his waist, endured the stinging pain, and gasped for breath.

This unsightly Taoist is so powerful!

Gao Ming collapsed to the ground, almost moaning in his throat.

The man received the compass, shook off the dust, rested on the crook of his arm, and walked towards Gao Ming without hurrying.

Gao Ming looked at the approaching feet, his face twitching.

What a chance, what a chance! Hook his ankles, put him down!

"Uhh

Gao Ming roared in his throat, but no matter how hard he tried, his qi and blood were always stuck in his waist, and the more he exerted, the more severe the pain in his waist.

Finally, I still have a weak heart.

Unwilling, unwilling!

"Shoot him!"

"Kill this demon!"

The fight was too fast, and everyone was dazzled. Now that they heard the low roar, the villagers finally reacted.

The villagers were excited, shouting and shouting and killing.

One person took the lead, and all of them rushed forward, waving the weapons in their hands, and the momentum was menacing.

"Kill this demon!"

Ding Basi looked at it from the side, and was shocked and frightened.

"Don't, stop!"

Ding Basi didn't care about the fear in his heart, and rushed forward desperately.

Ding Basi's feet were indeed fast enough, but when he arrived at him, he was swept out at once.

"Stop!"

A calm voice rang out. It's not loud, but it's majestic.

It was the man who stopped Gao Ming. He stretched out his left arm, stretched out the dust, and stopped all the restless villagers.

Gao Ming lay on the ground and looked up. The dusty silver thread hung quietly in front of his head. On the other side of the silver thread were countless pairs of mud-stained feet with trouser legs. The silver thread drew an invisible line and protected Gao Ming.

Gao Ming turned his head to look at the Daoist, the Daoist's face was calm, and there were always no waves in his eyes, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, everything will be handled by the poor road, how about it?"

The old patriarch fell behind the crowd and replied in a loud voice: "Naturally, everything is handled by the immortal master. ”

Only then did the villagers slowly put down their weapons.

The patriarch said, "Why don't you step back quickly?"

The villagers suddenly regretted and retreated.

The man retracted the dust, squatted down, and looked at Gao Ming.

Gao Ming lay on the ground and looked back at the man: "You...... Think...... Ganshi...... What?"

Gao Ming couldn't hold his breath, and even his words were incoherent.

The Taoist said, "Is it appropriate for the poor Dao to call you a little Taoist friend?"

Gao Ming didn't care, and bowed slightly.

The Taoist then said, "Then, little Daoist, hand it over." ”

Gao Ming didn't know why: "What...... What?"

The Taoist said: "Since you are inconvenient, then the poor Dao will be offended, and you will come to fetch it yourself." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Gao Ming to respond, he reached out and touched Gao Ming's body.

Soon a piccolo was found.

Ding Basi was overturned on the ground on the side, and he also fell to the ground with pain in his waist. At this moment, when I saw that the Dao man touch out the piccolo, he couldn't even care about the pain, and asked nervously, "You, what are you doing?"

The Taoist ignored him, stretched out his hand to pinch something, deduced it on the compass again, and said, "There is one more thing." ”

He touched Gao Ming again.

I touched it this time, but I didn't find anything. The Taoist thought for a moment, picked up Gao Ming's clothes and put his hand in.

Gao Ming's scalp was numb: "Daoist......! You ...... yourself Heavy!"

The Taoist ignored him, groped for a while, and said, "Found it." ”

Pulling out his hand, there was a snow-white silk cloth on his hand, and there was a new herb prepared by Ding Basi on it.

The wound on Gao Ming's arm had long since scabbed. But Ding Basi said that the wound was too deep, and he was afraid of festering, so he used the herbs prepared by Ding Basi himself, and kept Gao Ming without even leaving a scar.

The Taoist shook off the herbs on the white silk cloth, put it away with the piccolo, pointed to Gao Ming's waist, and said to Gao Ming: "Little Daoyou, I have relieved your pain, don't you want to make trouble?"

Gao Ming nodded silently.

The Dao man used his true qi and slapped and pushed at the various acupuncture points of Gao Ming.

After a while, the Taoist asked Gao Ming, "Little Daoist, are you better?"

Gao Ming tried to move, but immediately frowned and arched his waist, and shouted in his mouth: "It's still ...... It still hurts!"

The Taoist was a little surprised and said, "It shouldn't be." ”

He bent down to check.

As soon as his hand reached over, Gao Ming suddenly became alive, grabbed the Taoist's wrist, kicked and lifted it with his feet, and knocked the Taoist to the ground. As soon as he turned over, he pounced.

The man reacted quickly, Gao Ming's body hadn't pressed up, his legs had already shrunk, his feet stepped on Gao Ming's chest and abdomen, and with a kick, Gao Ming kicked out.

And just between this lightning and flint, Gao Ming stretched out his hand to probe in his arms, and when he was kicked out, he had already taken out the piccolo and silk cloth in his hands.

As soon as the Taoist kicked Gao Ming out, a carp straightened up, and he was about to pounce forward when he got up.

Gao Ming retreated sharply, waving his hands again and again, and shouted in his mouth: "Daoist!"

The man saw Gao Ming's signal and stopped.

"Little Daoyou, you don't believe what you say!"

"There is a letter! I shouted, saying that one is one, and saying that two is two! I promised you that if you don't make trouble, you won't make trouble. ”

"But!" Gao Ming guarded the silk cloth and piccolo behind him, looked at the Taoist with wary eyes, and said: "These things are mine! I didn't give them to you, it's mine, you can't grab them." ”

Only then did the Taoist understand, restrained his momentum, and said calmly: "Little Daoyou, that's a monster." ”

"Don't care! No matter what he is, whether he's a monster or a character, or an animal, it's mine!"

The man was silent for a long time.

Obviously, this person is also a single-minded cultivator. The Tao is very good, and it is very good. This mind cultivates this very way, but I have never practiced the mouth. The Taoist was a little clumsy for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

In the end, the Taoist only persuaded: "Little Daoist, there is a demon trouble in this neighborhood, and there are monsters who have killed two or three people." This monster may have something to do with that monster. ”

Gao Mingwu shouted to himself, "Are you sure? Are you sure this is a monster?"

"Definitely!"

"I ......"

This person's reaction was so crisp and swift that Gao Ming's train of thought was interrupted for a while.

Gao Ming is also strong, he can't beat this person, this person has to come hard, and he has no choice.

But we can lose, we can't lose. It's okay to be beaten, but you can't lose face.

"You, are you sure that this has something to do with that monster?"

The Taoist hesitated this time.

I saw that the Taoist was silent for a while, but he turned his head and persuaded Gao Ming: "Little Daoist, I think you should also be regarded as a cultivator." Those of us who practice should take it as our duty to protect the common people. Monsters are infested, hurting people and killing people, and the harm is not shallow. Little Daoyou, I think you also have universal compassion, how can you watch monsters harm people? Little Daoyou, those two objects in your hands do have demonic energy. It's true that Poor Dao can't be sure if they have a connection to the harmful youkai, but it's a clue. Fellow Daoist, where did you get that object? Please also tell the poor Dao and build a merit for the common people in the world. ”