The breeze came slowly, Feng Wuchen and Ling'er lay on the roof of Tianxiang Building, watching everything that happened in the hall.

Ling'er flattened her mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "Stupid brother, this bullshit Liu Immortal Master's cultivation is not very high, but he is quite dragged!"

The little girl's eyes never took off the plate of delicacies on the table.

"The fire attribute exercise, the third layer of the foundation building period, is a very good cultivation!" Feng Wuchen glanced at Ling'er, but found that this girl didn't know when there was an extra fat roast chicken in her hand, and she was feasting on it!

"Caught, caught......"

Just when Feng Wuchen opened his mouth to say something, a strong male voice suddenly broke in from outside the door, interrupting Liu Xianshi's tirade with relish, causing Liu Xianshi to want to beat the owner of the voice to the point that his parents did not recognize him.

The owner of the voice, Feng Wuchen is no stranger, it is the strong man who has a relationship with him on the street, that is, the one who rushed to escort the old Taoist priest to catch demons.

"The old fairy has caught the Black Wind King!" the strong man rushed into the Tianxiang Building with an excited face.

The reaction of everyone present was a little surprising to the strong man, there was no congratulations from the stars holding the moon, nor a series of praises, not even a sound!

The strong man thinks that he has become a big hero who eliminates harm for the people in the drama at this moment, and of course he is still a big hero who gains fame and fortune.

According to the play, a big hero should be admired by 10,000 people!

However, the faces of these people were full of shock, sorrow, dissatisfaction, and even anger, and there was a trace of admiration.

Where did the strong man with big nerves think that he, the "big hero", is very annoying in the eyes of everyone, and he has cut off their financial route!

Of course, these people don't just hate this strong man, they hate that bullshit Liu Xianshi even more, it's all his nonsense and ghost tricks that have made them miserable!

They even suspected that this bullshit Liu Xianshi was in league with this nasty strong man at all!

If it weren't for the strange methods of the bullshit Liu Immortal Master, they really planned to rush forward and strangle this unlucky thing!

"Where's the Black Wind Monster?" a cold male voice suddenly came out from behind the crowd.

At this moment, this somewhat shrill male voice became a natural sound in the ears of everyone, and they suddenly realized that all this was the words of this strong man, and it was not true.

"Yes, where?" "I don't think I caught it!" "Yes! You're just trying to cheat you out of the money!" "Yes......"

"Here!"

Before the words fell, an old Taoist priest who was panting was surrounded and entered the Tianxiang Building.

In Lao Dao's raised right hand was a seven-inch square yellow cloth bag, and the bag was full of red patterns with no rules.

At this time, the somewhat ugly cloth bag was constantly wriggling, as if there was some living thing inside.

"That Black Wind King has been collected by the poor Dao in this 'Demon Descending Bag'!" the old Taoist priest stroked his long white beard lightly and said with a slight smile.

The words of the old Taoist priest made those who had just cheered up and planned to fight on the basis of reason to languish again.

"Old liar, you said that the Black Wind Monster was collected by you in this broken bag?" As he spoke, Zhiming's person had already appeared in front of the old Taoist, staring at the wriggling broken bag with a mocking expression.

"You, you ......" This little ghost that suddenly appeared really startled the old Taoist priest, making him unconsciously take four or five steps back.

"Old liar, do you dare to open this broken bag and let everyone see what's inside?" said Zhiming's face with contempt.

"Bold!"

The strong man was the first to come back to his senses, rushed to Zhiming's side with a loud shout, and waved his fist to teach this hairy boy who didn't know the height of the sky and dared to insult the old fairy.

Although he wanted to teach him a lesson, the strong man didn't want to kill him.

He only used one percent of his strength for this punch, thinking that this must be enough for this little guy to drink a pot!

However, an incredible scene happened, the strong man's fist with the sound of breaking the wind was actually dodged by the young man lightly.

He felt a pang in his heart at the moment, knowing that he had hit a hard stubble.

However, he couldn't accept being scared off by this little guy like this.

If this is spread out, how will he, the "King Kong Iron Fist", mix in the rivers and lakes in the future.

He was ruthless in his heart, and swung his fist again, using all his strength, bringing a piercing cracking sound.

The hammer-like fist reached the young man's chest in the blink of an eye, and he was about to shatter the latter's thin chest with a single punch.

The young man didn't dodge, maybe he was frightened by this fierce fist, and it seemed that he couldn't live!

Many people don't want to see the bloody scene that happens next, and they can't help but close their eyes.

"Ahh

A terrible scream was heartbreaking.

At the same time, a wave of heat with a scorching smell hit the face, and instantly filled the entire hall.

It was not Zhiming who screamed, but the resounding King Kong Iron Fist on the rivers and lakes, who curled up in a ball on the ground, his face was miserable, and his blackened right hand kept twitching.

On the other hand, Na Zhiming did not have a trace of abnormality, and was staring at the big man on the ground with a sneering expression.

"Cultivation is the sixth layer of the Qi refining period, and it will only make a small spell of the first order of the middle grade, the 'Fire Cover Technique', arrogant him like this!" After Ling'er eliminated the first roast chicken like a whirlwind, he took the time to despise Zhiming, and he had the posture of rushing down to teach him a hard lesson.

"It's really arrogant!" Feng Wuchen couldn't help but shake his head.

"Do you want me to teach him a lesson?" Ling'er had a hippie smile, her eyes were full of cunning, and she looked afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

Feng Wuchen couldn't help but be startled, as if he had suddenly been stung by a wasp: "Grandma, can you just stop for a while?

Ling'er glanced at Feng Wuchen a little unhappily, but then happily began to "fight" with the other flying goose in his hand.

In the Tianxiang Building, Zhiming once again deceived himself in front of the old Taoist priest, staring at the old Taoist priest with an unkind face.

This made the old Taoist priest who boasted that "Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his color remained unchanged, and the elk was in the left and his eyes were not instantaneous", and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back and face, and he just saw the black-faced strong man fall to the ground with a flash of red light in front of him.

"Old liar, open your broken bag!" said Zhiming with a threatening tone.

"This ...... This is a black wind monster that kills people without blinking! Poor Dao has just had a vicious fight with him and his vitality has been greatly damaged, who can control him if he is released at this time? Who among those present can escape alive?"

"Yes, that's a killer who doesn't blink!" "You can't let it go!" "Yes, this old fairy doesn't look like he's lying......"

"Less nonsense!" Zhiming stared at the old Taoist priest impatiently, "Hurry up and open the bag!"

"Immortal Master, you can't let it go!" Although everyone present had seen Zhiming's methods, they still felt that the latter was still much worse than the Black Wind King who did all kinds of evil.

Zhiming raised his eyebrows coldly, and was about to speak again, but he heard Liu Xianshi, who had been watching coldly, say: "Don't be deceived by this old Taoist!

"Black-skinned rat?"

Turning his gaze to the old Taoist priest again, a trace of horror flashed on the old man's face, but he quickly covered it up, and then blew his beard and glared: "You are talking nonsense! This is clearly the Black Wind King!"

"Take it!" As he spoke, Zhiming snatched the cloth bag from the old Taoist's raised hand, and a few dodged to Liu Xianshi, handing the cloth bag to Liu Xianshi.

"Give me back my demon slaying bag!" shouted the old Taoist priest.

Liu Xianshi didn't pay attention to it, and drew a small circle of three feet on the ground, and then pointed to the circle in the air, and called "up", and the circle he drew turned into a circle of flames.

"Ladies and gentlemen, everyone will know what is in this bag at a glance!" As he spoke, Immortal Master Liu opened the mouth of the bag and poured the living creatures in the bag into the ring of fire.

As soon as the black thing touched the ground, it turned into a black tiger that was more than three feet long......