The man in the black mask: "Old boy, did you do that thunder?"

Illusory real person: "Little madman, do you know that you broke the rules?"

"Rules? I give you no rules to talk about. Where's my little white?" Nangong Ling glared at the illusory real person evilly.

"Blind and disrespectful, little madman, aren't you afraid that the master will know about corporal punishment of you?"

"Old boy, you are disrespectful to the old and bullied our juniors, and when you get to the master, you won't be able to please him!" Nangong Ling is evil, this old thing will rely on the old and sell the old, always thinking about snatching his good things away from his apprentices.

"You little madman, I'm so angry, it seems that the thunder didn't wake you up, why don't you try again?" It's not that he doesn't, but he hasn't encountered any thousand years or 10,000 years of spirit pets, and now these spirit pets are too low in qualifications to match his blood at all, so he has no spirit pet so far, and he is alone, even the master Lingxu real person has a crane as a spirit pet, and he has been busy for hundreds of years, except for a fairly smart snow leopard beast, pitiful!

"What? The thunder that day was really done by you as a demon, see if I don't kill you!" Nangong Lingxie was angry when he heard this, and he said, the sun is shining, why did a thunder suddenly come, and it happened to hit the little fox, does he know that the little fox has to endure nine hundred and eighty-one heavenly thunders before he can cross the catastrophe?

The illusory and real human nose is not the nose, the face is not the face, with a snort, the big sleeves waved, and a white whisk appeared in his hand, only to see that the white silk thread on the whisk was like a long snake, condensing into a strip, forming a long snake and rushing towards Nangong Lingxie.

Nangong Lingxie's light dancing posture shuttled among the silver threads like a swimming dragon, swishing, swishing——

After a few sounds, I saw that the silver silk thread was cut off one by one, and the purple cloud sword in Nangong Ling Xie's hand spun like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, and the silk threads wrapped around were completely separated by the sword flowers, and they fell from the air one by one.....

The Illusory Dao Master was not happy at the moment, and opened his throat and shouted: "Little madman, you have taken the Purple Cloud Sword, we will compete in strength!"

Nangong Ling Xie didn't eat this set, the Purple Cloud Sword was an ancient artifact, and it could kill thousands of troops and horses with a shot, at this moment, it was just a small test, and the real power had not yet been exerted.

The dust of the illusory Dao chief is also an artifact, which can be transformed into a sword and shield, but in everyone's hands, the strengths are different, and a silver wire can kill a second-order person with spiritual power, but unfortunately, in front of the Ziyun Sword, it is still a little weaker.

Boom, boom –

There was a thunderclap in the sky!

Emma, this old boy is playing tricks again!

Nangong Ling Xie dodged and dodged the heavenly thunder that was about to fall, but after waiting for a long time, the heavenly thunder did not fall in the valley, but fell somewhere-

The inner room of Tianzi No. 2.

Shangguan Linghu opened his eyes, and a spirit jumped up from the bed, but unfortunately, it was still a step too late.

Boom, click-

Whew—

The little fox jumped and shook the flames on its tail vigorously.

Which one should be killed with a thousand knives, how can he be struck by the thunder in the tail, and the tail is cut off raw, the flesh and blood are flying, and the fire is flying everywhere.

Lin Jing, who was lying on the bed, subconsciously jumped away, only to see a hole with a big bowl mouth on the roof, above the bed, there was a deep pit, and all around, there were scurrying flames, and the place where the little fox was lying just now seemed to be a pit.....

"Water, water, water—" cried the little fox.

Lin Jing grabbed the kettle on the table in a daze and poured it on the little fox's tail......

"Ahh

The gauze wrapped in it, the spiritual spring water that was poured down, and the broken tail, the little fox couldn't hold it, and suddenly fell to the ground and passed out!

"Little fox, little fox—daddy, daddy, little uncle, little uncle—" Lin Jing rushed out of the room holding the little fox.

Murong Feihu lived in the Tianzi No. 1 room next door, and it was too crowded last night, so he had to go to Nangong Chengjiang for half a night, and at this moment, he was awakened by the thunder, put on his clothes and ran over.

Pushing the door, it was Lin Jing's panicked appearance, and then looked carefully, on the bed, the little fox covered in water was lying on the bed softly, the half of the fox's tail was still bleeding, Nangong Lingxiao was stretching out his little fat hand to give the little fox medicine to stop bleeding, very careful.

Nangong Lingxiao knelt on the bed, carefully pinched a porcelain bottle with his little hand, and sprinkled the medicine powder inside little by little on the little fox's broken tail, Lin Jing took a towel and covered the little fox's body, his face was full of tears, and his mouth kept saying: "I'm sorry, little fox, you can't be fine!"

Lin Tianyi stood aside and could only watch, he couldn't help, so he had to go out and call Qin Yong for help.

At this moment, the people in the inn were awakened by the thunder, and they ran out to see, and after looking for a long time, they didn't find anything unusual, and they all went back to their own houses.

The shopkeeper and the shopkeeper went around the floor one by one to ask the guest officers if they needed help, and asked about the second room of Tianzi, and was sent away, so everyone didn't know that the little fox was struck by lightning twice a day, is this life still alive?

Nangong Ling Xie looked at the direction of the heavenly thunder, sighed in his heart, snorted, stretched out his hand and flipped in the air, the little white sable flew up and fell into the sleeve of Nangong Ling Xie, and then, one person and one mink, stepped on the purple cloud sword and left!

The illusory real man fell from the sky, staring blankly at his hands.

"Master, it's missed again!" Ouyang Yuhua almost admired his own ancestor, yesterday's heavenly thunder was an illusory real person who wanted to fight Nangong Lingxie, in order to vent his evil anger of being beaten into the pit by Nangong Lingxie, but he didn't expect it to be missed, as for whether the injury hurt anyone, he didn't care, anyway, his goal was to teach Nangong Lingxie, a little madman, as for others, he didn't care.

The little madman is the secret descendant of the master, and the master passed on all the kung fu and internal skills to this little madman with a mask, and the identity of this little madman is too much, even his disciples and grandchildren don't know his true face, only know that he has an ancient artifact Ziyun Sword, a spirit pet little white mink, and a face that always wears a different mask.

The rest, they simply can't find out.

"How is that possible?" the illusory Taoist looked at his palm, condensed again, and slashed towards a large tree.

With a white light, the tree opened from it and fell to the sides.

"Isn't that wrong?" the illusory Taoist muttered to himself as he looked at the split tree in confusion!

Ouyang Yuhua raised his forehead: "The ancestor has started again!"

The old man on the side looked thoughtfully in the direction of the thunder, stroked his beard, and was silent.

Nangong Lingxie Imperial Sword returned to the second room of Tianzi.

Pushing open the door, a smell of blood rushed into his nose.

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