Lao Dao'er was still a little sullen, but the little girl in the robe was in a good mood, walking on the street, bouncing.

Suddenly, the talisman sword behind Lao Dao'er trembled slightly, Xu Beitian's eyes flashed, and he looked up in the direction of the south of the city, his face gloomy.

"Bastard!" the old Taoist was so angry that he took the hand of the little girl in the Taoist robe, turned into a flying rainbow and went straight to the south.

At the dilapidated city god temple in the south, the dead leaves fell, a mess, the two closed doors burst open, the dust shot out, and the imposing old Taoist pulled the little girl in the Taoist robe and stepped in, her brows were furrowed.

In the City God Temple, the statue of the City God is dim, a huge ravine runs through the front, and under the statue, the woman who begged at the entrance of the alley yesterday is lying in a pool of blood, her clothes are broken, her chest is red, her heart and gall are hollowed out, her eyes are wide, and she is dead.

The world is miserable, the little girl in the Taoist robe is pale and her body trembles slightly.

Xu Beitian's face was extremely gloomy, and the talisman sword behind him hummed, buzzing back and forth in the wooden scabbard. He sneered, looked up at the huge statue in the City God Temple, and suddenly waved his right hand, and the huge stone drum on the side fell to the side, revealing a young man, who was actually the fortune teller at the end of the street. The man was wearing a gray cloth robe and carrying a gray cloth bag, his expression was dazed, and when he saw the old Taoist with a vicious face and the woman who had fallen to the ground, his face changed greatly, and he curled up in a ball with his head in his hands, and screamed in fright.

The little girl in the Taoist robe raised her brows, her fists clenched, her chest rose and fell, and there was an amazing sword aura faintly rushing out of her body.

Lao Dao'er pressed the shoulder of the little girl in the Taoist robe, and said in a deep voice, "Keep your mind, he is just a poor man who is greedy for money, and there are other people who kill people." ”

He turned his gaze to the other place and said coldly, "That's what I said." ”

There was a light laugh in the shadows, and then, the two figures walked out slowly, and the sword qi that Xu Min sword rushed out was stunned, and the little girl was a little dazed.

At the foreground was the child kneeling beside the woman begging that morning. The seven or eight-year-old child was dressed in purple, holding the back of his head with both hands, and smiling playfully, "The Taoist chief has good eyesight." ”

Behind the child was a middle-aged man with a sallow face, wearing a robe and a sword at his waist, his eyes glazed over, but he was staring at the old man and the little girl.

Lao Dao'er glanced at the middle-aged man, and said coldly: "What do you want to do if you deliberately leak your breath and lure the poor Dao here?"

The child snorted, and the middle-aged man next to him smiled weirdly.

Lao Dao'er frowned, the sword behind his back was unsheathed, the sword pointed at the purple-clothed boy in front of him, and said angrily: "Wild ghost in the mountains, Poor Dao let you go earlier, and you still dare to do evil, and you are innocent!"

He pointed his sword at the middle-aged man again, and he was even more angry, "The lord of a city, the person who gathers luck, the good city is not governed, but he colluded with ghosts and monsters, and also destroyed the golden body of the god of the city god temple, is your dog blind!"

"Dao Chief, it's useless to talk too much. The purple-clothed boy withdrew his hands, squatted beside the woman, and fiddled with the copper coin that the woman was still holding tightly in her hand with his fingertips, and chuckled: "I heard that the Taoist priest who is proficient in yin and yang fortune-telling at the foot of the mountain is said to take a hundred hearts and livers to boil into pills, and ordinary people can prolong their lives for a hundred years after eating them." I don't know if the rumors are true or not, but I think it's better to verify them myself, and it just so happens that this Prayer Water City Lord is willing to help me. Dao Chief, you are the ninety-nineth. The child looked at the middle-aged man.

"Of course, you won't be the Taoist priest of the mountain, don't scare me?!" the child sneered.

The terminally ill middle-aged man nodded with a smile, his eyes salivating.

"It's stupid, you actually kill innocents indiscriminately for your own life!" Xu Beitian was furious, the talisman sword in his hand was inserted into the ground, and the City God Temple trembled.

"Yo, the Taoist has two hits, which is much more powerful than the fake Taoist priests who can only fill up the number indiscriminately. The boy pretended to be surprised, the corners of his mouth still chuckling, and he pinched the trick with both hands, and suddenly the ghost aura was pervasive, and the wind howled.

Xu Beitian sneered, the anger just now was just an appearance, in fact, he was very calm in his heart, and he said in a deep voice: "If there is no incense in the world, there will be no gods in the temple?"

He took off the broom at his waist, and in the face of the ghostly aura rushing in his face, he swept it lightly towards the ground.

It's like a breeze blowing in your face.

The whole temple suddenly flowed with golden light, bright and bright, the body of the magnificent statue of the god of the city god temple that was originally entangled by black gas shook, and the black smoke was swept out by a broom, and the next moment, the god of the city god temple who revealed the brilliant golden body opened his angry eyes, and the virtual image stood up straight.

The golden temple god stood tall, bowed to the old Dao'er, and said respectfully: "Pray for the position of the temple god of the City God's Temple in Water City, meet ...... Old God-kun. The temple god paused, and changed the wording that he thought was reasonable.

"I was beheaded by my own city lord, is it like words?!"

Lao Dao'er stood with his hands in his hands, calmly accepted the worship of this god who had already been canonized, and said in a deep voice: "It's not good to meddle in this place, the cause and effect are in you, this mountain ghost has teamed up with the city lord of Pray Water City, robbed your temple, and sealed your god's position, and even endangered the people, what should you do, you look at it." ”

The temple god clenched his fists, "I will not disgrace my life!"

"Yo he, you can also evoke a temple god, old Taoist, your cultivation is not low!" The little boy in purple still had a hippie smile, but his eyes were full of solemnity, this old Taoist who couldn't see the depth, he was a little panicked, and muttered in a low voice that his luck would not be so bad, and he would provoke a great god on the mountain.

The temple god strode towards the child, waved a palm, the sound was as loud as a drum, the golden light bloomed, the whole temple was as bright as day, and the surrounding ghosts were shocked, and they were swept away immediately.

The purple-clothed boy pinched his hands, his body rose from the ground, his face was hideous, his waist was wrapped around a ghost, and he laughed wildly and fell to the golden body of the god.

Lao Dao'er closed his eyes, and didn't look at the same ghostly City Lord of Prayer Water City, his mind traveled far away, and after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his body disappeared with the ground rune sword, and he went straight to the sky, and said in the air, "Bastard boy, take care of the sword for me, otherwise I will reward you with one more punch." ”

The young man hiding outside the temple had already clenched his right hand, and after hearing the words, he was on tiptoe, and his body rushed out of the window outside the temple, and a fist of fire rose, full of qi and blood, and smashed his head into the city lord of Prayer Water City who rushed towards the little girl in the Taoist robe.

Xu Minjian seemed to have just entered a strange realm due to the leakage of sword qi, and the air around him fluctuated and distorted slightly.

The city lord of Qishui City, whose strength is about the innate martial arts of the Second Realm, sneered again and again, handed out his hands, held the young man with his left hand and struck a sharp blow, and slapped his right hand on the young man's waist, and the two suddenly separated. After the middle-aged man landed on the ground, he didn't procrastinate, he laughed fiercely, pulled out the city lord's sword at his waist with one hand, bent his other hand into a claw, arched his body, stepped on his feet fiercely, and swept forward again.

The young man knelt on one knee and covered his waist with his hand, he faced the mountain warrior for the first time, and it was very different from the mountain qi practitioner, with his bare hands, the young man actually fell behind.

Is this the second realm of Yamashita Martial Arts, the Innate Martial Artist, who takes out a mouthful of innate true qi from the dantian, travels in the meridians, and opens up acupoints to practice.

It is very similar to Fang Yan's qi and blood coagulation aperture, but it is very different.

The young man now looked solemn, glanced at the woman on the ground, and there was even more anger in the depths of his eyes.

Anger at the woman's tragic fate.

Anger at the castle lord's disregard for human life.

Anger at this newcomer.

The young man took a deep breath, raised his movable right hand to pinch the trick, and put out the handprint that the old Taoist taught him, breathed and breathed, and the three new blood orifices rotated, and the qi sank into the dantian.

Facing the second realm of the city lord of Prayer Water City to cultivate into a sword, the young man's sleeves flew, and his qi and blood vented down from the top of his head.

Fang Yan's figure disappeared suddenly.

The speed is as fast as thunder.

The city lord of Prayer Water City had not yet gathered momentum in mid-air, and Fang Yan's punch had already arrived, without fancy punches, extremely simple and domineering.

The fists and swords intersect, and the wind rises on the flat ground!

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