The old Taoist priest got up, not simply getting up, at the same time as he stood up, the lake in front of him quietly parted, and a path paved with bluestone appeared in front of Li Fuyao.

The lake is calm, and the path that suddenly appears seems so deep.

Li Fuyao looked at this path, and the bottom of the lake should be in the distance.

It's just that when you reach the bottom of the lake, you can't really see whether you want to go somewhere farther away.

The old Taoist priest stood on the shore and spoke calmly, "No one can get out of Qingfu City until the poor Dao has solved the affairs in the city. ”

The old Taoist priest also said this with great confidence.

Li Fuyao was silent, watching the old Taoist priest turn around and leave, his figure dissipating by the lake.

Li Fuyao looked at the path, thought for a moment, and walked in with his feet raised.

A few steps later, he saw a familiar face in the lake on the side, it was the white-haired demon monk from before, that is, the one he had thought about making Li Fuyao think that he was the city lord of Qingfu City.

Now he is still in the form of that old man, looking at Li Fuyao, his expression is very gentle.

It seems very real.

Li Fuyao carried the green silk, the sword qi was hidden, he didn't feel the slightest killing intent, otherwise, he would have stabbed it with a sword.

The old man stood on the side of the road, looked at Li Fuyao, and said with a smile: "The old man was asked by the city lord to accompany the young man to the bottom of the lake, and he was also ordered to prevent outsiders from entering Qingfu City outside the city before. ”

The old man spoke softly, but there was some flattery.

Li Fuyao got straight to the point and asked, "Just to go to the bottom of the lake to take refuge?"

The old man's eyes were flat, and he said with a smile, "If the young man wants to see how the city lord kills those three demon cultivators who don't know whether they are alive or dead, it is best to be at the bottom of the lake." ”

Li Fuyao said flatly: "Even the seniors said that they may not be able to beat those three, are you so confident?"

The old man laughed, "Even a big demon like Qingtianjun would not dare to rashly kill the city lord, and in this demon land, few people dare to ask for the life of the city lord." ”

In the battle of that year, the old man said that he was a pity, but the old Taoist priest avoided talking about it.

Speaking of it now, what is Qingtianjun also afraid of?

I want to come to the Terrans, even if it is and

The demon clan didn't want to have the same tense relationship as before, but between the two clans, it was never said who was afraid of whom.

What's more, Qingtian Jun, as the great demon of the demon land, has a respected status, and he is never afraid of the possibility of a monk who ascends the tower.

Li Fuyao glanced at the old man, stopped talking, and just walked forward by himself.

This bluestone path leads straight to the bottom of the lake.

......

......

The lake gradually closed, as calm as before.

After about half a burn of incense, three people appeared on the lake, the first to appear was the negative kendo man, who had a long beard, and then a barefoot old man riding an ox with white hair.

The last man to appear was the diminutive man.

Three people stood on the shore at the same time, just far apart.

The barefoot old man looked at the surface of the lake and said coldly, "Yan Lao'er is hiding at the bottom of the lake!"

The negative sword man stood not far away and said with a smile: "That thing, how to divide it, now make it clear." ”

The short man said indifferently: "That thing, Lao Tzu wants a big head, let Lao Tzu strike first." ”

The barefoot old man looked at the two of them and asked with a sneer, "Now let's have a fight first?"

Before entering the city, the barefoot old man had a brief battle with the negative kendo man, and the old man's punch, although he did not achieve any results, was actually extremely shocking.

Among the three, the person who is a fox has the most yin temperament, and the old man who is an old ape is the most irritable, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't be impatient to punch before entering the city.

As for the short man at the end, I can't see what the real body is.

Knowing the temperament of the white-haired old man, the wooden kendo man stood not far away, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't say much.

He didn't want to fight with this old ape again before the old Taoist priest appeared, after all, the old Taoist priest who said that he was injured, how serious the injury was, he was not sure, if there was a mistake with the previous news, he would fight with this old ape again, and both would lose, but he was afraid that in the end, he would either be taken advantage of by the short man, or even the old Taoist priest would not be able to clean up.

The short man sneered: "You and I can make a bet, after getting something, you and I will fight, lose that person, give up your part, you dare?"

The old ape sneered:

"It's up to you, I'm afraid that even the demon pill will be dug out by me. ”

The short man was noncommittal, just turned his head to look at the negative kendo man again, "What about you?"

The negative kendo man snorted coldly, "I don't mix." ”

Among the three now, the combat power of the short man and the old ape is about the same, and if they really want to fight, I am afraid that they will not be able to distinguish the winner in a short period of time.

And if the two of them had to fight before they got something, there would be more uncertainty.

Let the negative sword Taoist deal with the old Taoist alone, he really has no certainty.

The old ape opened his mouth, and was about to speak, when the short man frowned.

On the lake not far away, an old Taoist priest in a cyan robe appeared there at some point.

He stood on the surface of the lake and looked at the three men with indifferent eyes.

The short man's body was churning with qi and blood, looked at the old Taoist priest, and licked his lips.

The blood in the demon clan's body was originally warlike, and the short man was disdainful of the old ape and the negative sword daoist, because the realm cultivation of the two was not enough, not enough for him to mention the will to fight, but after all, this old Taoist priest was a monk who could fight with Qingtianjun back then, even if he was injured, he was not a simple character.

The old Taoist priest looked at the short man and asked, "Who will come first?"

There was no greeting, there was no move to delay time, and the old Taoist priest opened his mouth to fight.

The short man licked his lips again, but he didn't speak, since the old Taoist priest must have been injured, whoever made the last move would have the advantage.

The more people who shoot in front, the more they suffer.

said that the three of them cooperated, but in fact, all three of them also had their own ghosts.

The always warlike old ape did not squeak either.

This is especially true for negative kendo people.

The old Taoist priest sighed, and then said indifferently: "Let's go together." ”

Before he could finish speaking, the lake in front of him exploded.

One after another, majestic air engines burst in.

The short man laughed, jumped up, and swept towards the old Taoist priest first, and the old ape stepped on the head of the ox and followed.

The negative kendo man was expressionless, and just threw the wooden sword on his back.

Don't think about anything now, anyway, it's the right thing to kill the old Taoist priest first.

Although the three of them did not breathe, they knew each other's stakes.

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