The purple-clothed boy kicked out, and sawdust burst out.

In mid-air, a woman's laughter was ringing, and a man's cold snort came out. The room where a few people were supposed to stay exploded. Fang Yan's eyes were quick and he protected the little girl in the robe, but before Lin Haoran could react, he was dragged by the purple-clothed boy, and the black qi under the latter's feet rose to support the two of them, and the four of them fell from the second floor to the first floor.

On the huge board, there were already four figures, a hunchbacked old man holding a penny, a storyteller in a Confucian shirt, a graceful shopkeeper woman, and a burly man with a sword behind his back.

The four of them stood at the four ends of the ship, surrounding Fang Yan and his party.

Fang Yan stood in front of the others, and the purple-clothed boy fell to the ground, hehe sneered, "Yi Baoge thinks so highly of us, invited four Second Realm masters to come, just for a Fire Raising Pill?"

The four of them were expressionless, looking at Fang Yan and his party as if looking at a corpse.

The hunchbacked old man glanced at Fang Yan, "I want this kid's storage magic weapon and silver taels." ”

The graceful shopkeeper woman covered her mouth and laughed, "I like this white purple-clothed boy." ”

Mr. Storyteller lightly grasped the ruler and glanced at Lin Haoran, "Didn't you say that there are only three people, but don't worry." ”

The burly man with the sword behind his back frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I just need the long sword behind the little girl, get it and leave." ”

The purple-clothed boy looked at the thick box behind the burly man and laughed, "What, is it used to collect our corpses, or is it used to slander our stolen goods?"

He pointed at the burly man, "You are a real person, you sent away your subordinates, do you want to live with your conscience?"

He looked at the shopkeeper again, and after a moment of rest on her chest, he said to himself, "It's white." ”

Finally, the little boy in purple sneered: "It's all the same." ”

The shopkeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, and her face was a little gloomy.

The burly man was silent, drew his long sword behind his back, held it with both hands, and was ready to attack.

Lin Haoran was stunned, but when he saw Fang Yan's clenched hands in front of him, he knew that he had encountered a gangster, and his eyes instantly became solemn.

Fang Yan and the four of them approached, and the four people on the opposite side were also silent.

"Nine layers of condensation, good at using a sword. At this time, Fang Yan's cuffs tugged, and when he looked down to see that the little girl in the robe was still pale, he whispered.

The purple-clothed boy was the first to react, and he also lowered his voice and said: "In the early stage of the foundation building of the Second Realm, he cultivated ghosts and was good at exorcism and secret techniques. ”

At the moment of the great enemy, the few people who cooperated for the first time could only use short words to inform their companions of their strength.

Lin Haoran touched his head and said, "In the middle stage of the foundation building of the Second Realm, I am good at yin and yang techniques and formations. ”

Several people turned around at the same time, a little incredulous, and the purple-clothed boy swallowed his saliva and said, "Fool, are you sure you are in the middle stage of foundation building?"

Lin Haoran replied with a blank face: "Yes, I recognized what the master told me in the mountain sect, and I shouldn't be able to fake it." ”

The purple-clothed boy covered his face with his hand, a qi practitioner in the mountains of the second realm, who is better at rare talisman drawing techniques, why is he so miserable?!

Fang Yan also glanced at Lin Haoran twice, and whispered: "Gather in one realm...... The day after tomorrow is six layers, and the flesh is a martial artist. ”

The purple-clothed boy was not surprised, and the young man's cultivation was not taken seriously in his opinion. Lin Haoran's eyes widened, "A realm?!Takeo Yamashita?!"

Lin Haoran kicked the little girl in the robe, bared his teeth, and hurriedly covered his mouth. He had always felt that Fang Yan was resisting the City Lord of Prayer Water City, and the cultivation he hid was at least a second realm, but he never expected that his cultivation would be much lower than his own.

Fang Yan and the four of them quickly communicated, and the four people on the opposite side also made moves.

The hunchbacked old man's hand shook the penny, like a snake spitting out red letters, and the burly man's long sword flew from his hand, throwing out a white light.

Fang Yan barely hesitated, took the lead, took a step forward, his qi and blood were full of flow, and a punch burst out, colliding with the burly man's sword.

The qi wave fainted, the long sword was shaken open by the young man's punch, and at the same time, Fang Yan's body shook, the fire wall technique jumped up from under his feet, the blue light was a little, the hunchbacked old man snorted coldly, and after the blow missed, he shook the penny again and stabbed straight at Fang Yan's back.

The purple-clothed boy smiled, his body moved sideways, and he hit the old man's penny directly, and a trace of black smoke overflowed from his chest.

The storyteller tapped lightly on the ruler in his hand, and the shopkeeper woman protected him, and the five venoms of snakes and scorpions continued to drill out of the skirt under his feet

On Fang Yan's side, Lin Haoran looked solemn, holding a few pieces of yellow rune paper in his hand, and outlining the rune seal with an ink pen, the yellow paper and black characters were full of golden light, and there was a compass used for Fang Yan's fortune-telling before lying on the ground, and the written Dao runes were horizontal in mid-air, as if they were arranging troops.

Fang Yan fell to the little girl in the Taoist robe and whispered to the little girl, "As a last resort, don't use a sword." ”

The little girl nodded, her face was still pale, she hugged the talisman sword left by Lao Dao'er, and retreated to Lin Haoran's side.

The burly man stepped on the surface of his feet, and the physical strength of the innate martial artist directly made him step on the board of the boat, and the ferry swayed, and the burly man came with a sword.

Fang Yan also took a step forward, and with a punch, Yan Shutian Jiao Gong drove the qi and blood to flow, hitting the sword body, drawing a series of sparks, the young man's body trembled, and his breathing instantly became extremely slow.

The man noticed the slight change in the young man, and stepped sideways with an expressionless face, the sword body swelled sharply, swung horizontally, and slapped it on the young man's fist, and at the same time raised his hand to stick to Fang Yan's body, his fingers played, and threw him to the other end of the board, while he stomped his feet, and his body went straight to the young man.

The young man curled up, slowly stretched in mid-air, his cuffs bulging, his fists were dripping with blood swept by the sword qi, and in the face of the man's long sweeping figure, Fang Yan slapped out a palm in mid-air, and the mist poured back, making a loud noise.

The burly man's face changed slightly, before the person arrived, a sword had already broken through the air, and the roar resounded in the air, and Fang Yan flew sideways again.

Innate martial arts, cultivating external strength, and the martial arts practice of Yamashita is even more unstoppable, killing fiercely.

Fang Yan only felt the difficulty of the Second Realm Martial Arts at this moment. Unlike the city lord of Qishui City, this burly man's innate realm is more solid and solid, and his sword qi is even sharpened to the bone, and sword qi constantly swept out of the burly man's sword body between the trembling sides.

The burly man was alert, sideways to dodge the stones flying in the dark, and then smashed Fang Yan's chest with a punch, causing the latter's chest to collapse directly.

The corners of the young man's mouth overflowed with blood, but his right hand flipped and buckled the back of the man's sword at the same time, and the whip leg swept across, which was also extremely fast.

A striped python shot out of lightning from the young man's back, and the blood mouth was wide open, but it was kicked away by the purple-clothed boy, and at the same time, he pressed the sudden attack penny with one hand, his body was in the air, and he pinched the trick in his hand, and directly burst out of the soaring black qi to suppress the hunchbacked old man.

The old man was hunched on his waist, his face was expressionless, and he held the penny in both hands to make it round, and when the black qi approached, it was torn apart by the gang qi above.

"Just a little ghost, watch this immortal master suppress it with thunder and lightning. ”

The storyteller wiped the ruler in his hand, and summoned thunder and lightning from the sky, and the electric light roared and fell quickly towards the purple-clothed child. The man dressed as a storyteller was the only one of the four who was a mountain qi practitioner who built a foundation realm, and he borrowed the power of heaven as soon as he made a move.

"Hey, just a third-rate thunderbolt, dare to offend this seat, you immortal board!" The purple-clothed boy turned his head, his eyes suddenly became as black as ink, the purple-clothed figure dissolved, and a huge ghost stood on the board of the boat between breaths!

The ghost creature had a green face and fangs, and his expression was hideous, looking down on the people below, he directly ignored the lightning that fell on his head, and stepped on it, and the surrounding fog and clouds collapsed layer by layer, turning into a pouring rain, and the purple-clothed boy who showed his true body grabbed somewhere, and the shopkeeper woman screamed miserably, and the seven orifices bled out.

"You stinky bitch with five poisons is to my liking, but you shouldn't provoke me, I accepted your four-legged snake yesterday and still don't repent, it's really damned. The purple-clothed boy shook his head, shook his palms hidden in the mist, the dying bat at the moment, this thing is the treasurer woman's natal beast, the shopkeeper woman has a body of poison control, but unfortunately she met the purple-clothed boy who was a ghost, and directly hit the woman at this moment.

On the board of the boat, the burly man was angry, the sword body was swiped, and the cyan qi was instantly enveloped, and he toed a thick box behind him, and a long knife flew out from it, and the man slashed at Fang Yan with his left and right swords.

Fang Yan's face was pale, his footsteps were stepped on, and he was directly tied to the plank, his body instantly leaned back to avoid the sword light and sword shadow, and after straightening up, his palms posed in an open furnace pose, Yan Shutian Jiaogong turned wildly far away, and the bones in his chest were visibly re-bulging with the naked eye with his breathing.

The flesh sword fetus, tempered and striking, the recovery is amazing.

The young man wiped the corners of his mouth, the rain mixed with blood, waved his hand horizontally, and the flame needles condensed in the middle and below, and the palms of his hands slapped to the ground in the air, and his body pulled out the plank, appearing directly in front of the man, and the fire needles were sandwiched between his fingers and stabbed at the burly man.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, the blade of the sword suddenly crossed, and the tip of the sword swirled, still slashing towards the young man.

Fang Yan pointed his fingers at the blade, the long knife roared, and a series of dense and slight clicking sounds came from the blade.

The man's face changed suddenly, and he subconsciously took a step back. Fang Yan's eyes flickered, and without hesitation, he slammed his body away, and directly hit the man's sword, the long sword penetrated into his chest in response, the young man clenched his fingers into a fist, and a trace of silver sword qi on his shoulder poured into the blood hole, and directly smashed out a punch, smashing the burly man into the crack in the shipboard.

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