The Green Goblin swayed with his staggering body and walked towards the grotto. But she found that the mouth of the stone cave with many branches showed not only signs of burning, but also traces of the axe and chisel. Look at the thousand-pound broken dragon stone that is actually half-cut in it, and look at this scene, you must have found a fight here. But what was the man in the grotto? He would not have died, but how many died in his mouth, we had to go in and see.

The entrance to the grotto has a guide passage, and it is generally necessary to follow the existing passage, and there will be no danger. She walked into the grotto, and the wall fire on the grotto ignited with the sound of her footsteps. On the stone mural is a blood dragon tree, there are birds on the tree, there are entwined golden snakes, and the flying woman, the boy who sent flowers and other figures. He pressed lightly, and a bat flew at it.

With a "boom", a coffin slowly descended from the rocks. The coffin was covered with blood, and there were many bones scattered in the hole. The sarcophagus opened automatically, and there was a stone-like person, which was his protective color, if it wasn't for hard work, it might not be clear whether it was a person or a real stone. He snapped his eyes open from the blood-soaked sarcophagus. When the Green Goblin saw this man, his knees weakened, and he waited for him to rescue him and rolled to the ground.

"You, you, you...... Why, how did it hurt like this. came back in such an embarrassment, he must have met a master. "Obviously, the Blood Fiend is the same person as the one he didn't see before, but he now stutters a little, not as fluent as he used to be.

The green ghost crawled in front of a stone statue and said, "Sect Master, I, I'm incompetent. ”

The Blood Demon lost his wings, but he looked even stronger, and his voice still trembled: "This, this is not your fault, you, yours, whoever hurt you must be, yes, it is Fu-Qing-Feng." You're not his right, your opponent's. ”

The Green Goblin looked up at her master and asked him for something as if she were asking for something, "Sect Master, you already know, can you give me some blood primers so that I can retake the Lingzhi Mountain." ”

When the Blood Fiend heard that she wanted something to eat for herself, he showed suspicion of her intentions. With a furious expression, the open flame of the cave shone even brighter, and suddenly illuminated the Green Goblin's performance more clearly. He said unacceptingly: "That, that thing, for you, you are useless." You probably haven't yet, you don't know. I can judge from the injuries you have suffered, there are only a few people with such attainments in the martial arts now. Forget it, you don't have to say anything about me, I know everything, you, you're doing a good job, okay. You go and meditate and recuperate!...... task, I will ask for people...... Replace you, yours. ”

The Green Goblin was unwilling to accept that he didn't take the pill primer, which was the fastest thing for a member of the Blood Clan to recover from his injuries and physical strength. However, the blood primer is an incomparably precious product, and not everyone can enjoy it. Even if she didn't get it, it means that the Blood Demon Sect Master still remembered the matter of her loss of territory. It's just that he is inconvenient now, and he has not yet fully reached the point where he can be autonomous. Therefore, he will not interfere too much in the affairs of the martial arts, just because he is constantly accumulating his strength.

A gust of wind blew through the cave, and the fire was extinguished, and the stone statue was dimmed. She knew that the sect leader was gone, but she still said respectfully: "Congratulations to the sect leader." Then she hung her head, and the night was thick, and her figure was thin.

The fortune teller took the flag "still alive" and walked to a remote inn. It was getting dark, and he saw that the inn was small and well-lit, and he wanted to go in. At this time, the door came, and a person walked out of the door, and he smiled: "Haha, hello sir, although we are meeting for the first time, I have long heard that Mr. fortune-telling is very godly, can you also calculate with me to see what my fate is." ”

The fortune teller didn't need to look at him at a glance to know where this person came from, and said in a refusal: "You don't have this luck today." ”

Contrary to the fact that he was about to turn his head and leave, the man moved so fast that he quickly blocked his way. He was cheeky and wanted to keep his disagreement, so he said, "Sir, it's so late, I have prepared good wine and meat in it." There is also a room of authentic high-quality ear tea, which is brewing, just waiting for Mr. to appreciate his face. ”

He smiled bitterly, as if he knew that he was a disaster star, and said to him cruelly: "What's the use of rewarding your face if you die without a face." ”

When the man saw him talking to himself like this, the only good face and good temper he had used up were all gone, and he couldn't help but pull down his face and tremble, "Do you know who I am? ”

The fortune teller can see a little bit from his commanding appearance, but he is not afraid of power and says: "I don't care who you are, but I only know that you have no face when you die." ”

Hua Wuhao was stimulated by him like this, and couldn't help but say: "Stinky old man, you dare to curse me like this, I am the dignified third young master of the Divine Dragon Sect, Hua Tianhao." ”

He hit him with the pull of the erhu, and in a flash, he blocked his hand with a flagpole and caught him with a palm. Hua Tianhao retreated a few feet, thinking that his face was splashed with blood, and his eyes were like phosphorus fire. He was furious and said, "If you dare to beat me, they all say that you are a half-immortal and that Tiankai is a gossip celebrity with his eyes open and his mouth open." I didn't expect your quality to be so poor, I originally wanted to keep you next to me as the feng shui master of my Shenlong Sect, it seems that I should be a funeral master for you. ”

As soon as the words came out, from the tree, from the doorway, from the upstairs, the killer of the Demon Cult stabbed. Hua Tianhao also jumped up, besieging from all sides to hit the fortune teller. There were only two people in this shop, one was a monk, he looked around, and saw that the people just now had gone out, and he could hear the sound of swords outside. He thought to himself, "Those are all Demon Cult people, who are they killing?"

He squinted again and saw that the Taoist priest was drinking in a big bowl, and he was still slightly drunk, his face was red, and he stared at Jiang Shaogong, who was with Hua Tianhao all the way. The big monk turned his head, and Jiang Shaogong also turned his head to look at his fearless appearance.

Jiang Shaogong kept glancing at the big monk with his eyes, and thought: "This monk doesn't seem to be a kind person, it's not a good thing, we don't care about other people's business." ”

However, he suspected that he was secretly colluding with the people of the Shenlong Sect to deal with him, so it was better to take advantage of the fact that there was still a half-immortal who told fortunes and then entangled with those people outside, and he made an article about this Taoist priest first. So he slapped the table unceremoniously and said, "Xiao Er is here for wine." ”

The shopkeeper was also a little timid when he saw the people fighting and killing outside, maybe the sword went off the rails, and his life was gone in the blink of an eye. Jiang Shaogong hadn't drunk a bowl of wine yet, and he was scared to squirt out half of his stomach, and he didn't like him in the first place, but now the two of them got together. Jiang Shaogong also clapped his hands and said, "Shopkeeper, didn't you hear the uncle ask for wine?"

At this time, the shopkeeper looked at the appearance of the Taoist sword about to be unsheathed, so he trembled and took a jar of daughter red. Xiao Er's feet drifted, and he saw a person flying over. Jiang Shaogong slapped back, and the person who flew flew flew again. As soon as the shopkeeper's feet were soft, the wine rested on the table, a feeling of escaping death, and said with all praise: "Uncle is good martial arts, good martial arts!"

Jiang Shaogong wiped his hand on Xiao Er's body, and said quietly: "Then help me get drunk." ”

The shopkeeper saw him taking care of himself, so he mustered up the courage to stand up straight and drank a bowl full of wine. Jiang Shaogong drank it all in high spirits, and the shopkeeper nodded and said, "Uncle not only has good martial arts, but also has a good amount of wine." ”

The colorless monk has long been slanderous, and he can't see that the Taoist priest is better than himself. Jiang Shaogong drank a lot, and he couldn't help but slap the table and said, "The shopkeeper, roll over with the sunhouse." ”

The shopkeeper just stood up, and when he heard the leper monk like earth-shattering thunder, the fierce and vicious eyes. Seeing the voice of the fat, big, rough and reckless monk, I was a little frightened. The body that had just stood up straight couldn't help but be bluffed, as if it was three points shorter. He didn't say anything at the Taoist priest, so he had to walk over respectfully. As soon as the monk lifted him, he glared at him with big eyes and roared and said angrily, "Bring me wine." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned and said with a little anger: "I don't buy wine in this shop. ”

Hearing this, he grabbed him with both hands and pressed him on the table and said, "To sell or not to sell." ”

The shopkeeper looked at the Taoist priest's eyes, and had the intention of asking him for help. Jiang Shaogong also meant to endure and endure, and the posture of sipping wine comfortably just now has changed to a sullen expression, as if he was signaling the meaning of the shop's junior two. Xiao Er also really scared him, for fear that if the monk touched the knife, he would play with his life, and unconsciously said incontinence: "Don't dare to sell, can't sell." ”

Looking at this, there was a ticking sound under the crotch of his pants. He lifted it up to the air and spun it around five or six times, then turned out and said, "I'll come and drink by myself." ”

Jiang Shaogong jumped up and grabbed the hind leg of the shopkeeper's foot and pulled it back, and hit the bamboo tube on the table with a Zen stick. The chopsticks in the bamboo tube flew over together, and he drew his sword and swung it. Bu Se hit the stool with a Zen stick, and the stool flew over. His people also jumped at the wine, and Jiang Shaogong just knocked off all the chopsticks and flew a stool in front of him. He slashed the middle with his sword, and the stool had split in half. He saw the monk sitting cross-legged at the table, drinking his own wine and eating his own food.

He shouted angrily and said, "What a wine and meat monk, I don't know where it came from." ”

Dumbfounded, he softened and said, "Ouch! The poor monk just wants to beg for a drink, and the Taoist chief is not strange, not strange." ”

Jiang Shaogong couldn't stand his provocative tone, and besides, the people of the Demon Sect were also brought by Hua Tianhao. If the two of them make a move, the people of the Demon Cult will definitely help him. Jiang Shaogong's fingers were not colored monks, and the sword then followed and said: "Okay, as long as you pass the sword in my hand, you can drink it." ”

He picked at the stool next to him with his sword, and slammed them into him one by one. The colorless monk threw the wine jar up, and the wine poured down from the top. He used his staff to catch a stool, two stools, three, and one next to each other...... All caught. The stool was set up on the top of the Zen stick, the stool was set up on the roof with a prayer, and the trembling shopkeeper knelt down with the cane and said, "The two masters go outside to fight, the small business of the small shop can't afford to lose." ”

The colorless monk had already caught the wine jar that had fallen in the afternoon, and he couldn't help but laugh when he saw Xiao Er's bruised face. Jiang Shaogong slapped the shopkeeper out, and the shopkeeper just hit Hua Tianhao outside. Hua Tianhao was pushed forward and rushed forward, and the fortune teller swept the pole around the ground. Hua Tianhao rushed over unprepared, and he held the erhu and pulled it quickly. The fortune teller plugged his stomach with a flagpole and lifted it upwards. When he was about to fall, he hit the guy with a flagpole.

Hua Tianhao pounced, and those killers greeted Hua Tianhao. Unexpectedly, Hua Tianhao pulled the string with his hand and sealed their throats. was overwhelmed by Hua Tianhao, and those three people died. Hua Tianhao is fine, the fortune teller continues to fight, and those killers are also difficult to deal with. Seeing that it was not good, Xiao Er hurriedly ran in, and saw the monk throwing the wine jar with his hand and slamming into the Taoist priest.

The shopkeeper of this tea language laughing study reflexively picked up the ground and hid this time. He pierced the jar with his sword, and it hung in the air, and the jar was pierced by the sword. And the wine flowed down from the altar and down the sword. The Taoist priest opened his mouth and drank the wine greedily, and the wine was empty for a while. Who is the owner of the tea language study, it is the Xiucai Wang Qianqian on the green forest Zhi.