It's gone!!!

Gu Ren flickered in front of the library management elder, and the person was gone.

His gaze never left the desk for a moment, but the person was gone, as if everything just now was just a dream.

And the books on the desk, which had been spread out, were also stacked.

"Immortal means!" he could only sigh.

............

Gu Ren had already returned to the house of Panzhouzi at this time, because he wanted to see the excitement and see what was going on with this self-proclaimed and decent Quanzhen Sect, and an elder would actually be poisoned.

Well, just think of it as a seasoning in the ups and downs of life, and look at it without losing money.

I found a corner, applied a stealth spell to myself, and waited for someone to come and collect the body.

However, the boater seemed to be really out of breath, and his heart pulse slowed down, but although his heartbeat was small, it was very powerful.

This guy also wants to set up an ambush and see who comes back to take a back carbine.

What kind of poison is in the boat, Gu Ren doesn't know, after all, this low-level poison can also deal with martial arts people like the boat, Gu Ren has achieved the original god, and he has been spiritually detached, and his control over the body is far beyond these martial arts people, these poisons are directly discharged with a single thought, and they may also be able to make supplements.

Gu Ren silently exhaled the vitality of heaven and earth in the corner, tempering his own true qi.

True qi is fundamental, cultivate the physical body with true qi, the physical body is strong and the original god, and finally the physical body is inseparable from the original god, that is, the time to achieve the immortal body, and then it can be turned into ten thousand, and the mobilization of its heaven and earth vitality is as simple as eating and drinking, these are just the basic abilities of immortals.

There are also some supernatural powers from heaven and earth, calling for wind and rain, thunder and lightning, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains, the law of heaven and earth, pinching the soil into gold, sprinkling beans into soldiers, going up to the nine heavens, and going down to the ten Yamas.

It's good for Gu Ren to think about these things now, and now he is still a cultivator who refines the gods and returns to the void, and he is just a mortal.

Sincere... Sincere... Sincere......

Three knocks on the door were accompanied by a greeting: "Elder, do you want to eat?!"

Here it is, the Lord is coming.

An innate elder like Pan Zhouzi was generally in a state of retreat, and his devotion to the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was enough for him not to eat or drink for a month, so he rarely ate meals.

Moreover, their retreat naturally does not allow anyone to disturb them, their residences are almost all in the depths of the mountains behind the Quanzhen Sect, although they are still connected with the main hall of the main hall, but they are very remote, and it is forbidden for disciples to make noise.

So this person knocks on the door and asks if he wants to eat, which is the same as opening the door to deliver a courier.

Inside the house, Gu Ren was in a state of watching a play, and Pan Zhouzi was in a state of suspended animation, so no one answered.

Squeak......

The door opened softly.

One walked in.

A middle-aged man, wearing a beige robe, was carrying a red and black lunch box in his hand.

He closed the door slowly and easily, and then walked to the limp "corpse" of the boat with unhurried steps.

"It's really fragile, and a congenital master is nothing more than that. The middle-aged Taoist priest's voice was full of disdain.

Smack......

The lunch box was opened by a middle-aged Taoist priest.

The oblique sunlight through the window paper shines into the lunch box, and the golden light is reflected in the lunch box.

The lunch box is full of shiny knives.

"I don't know what the flesh quality of the innate master is?!" the middle-aged Taoist priest muttered to himself, and his words seemed to be full of pleasure.

Well, Gu Ren also understood when he saw this, this is a pervert.

Looking at the tone is still a pervert who eats human flesh, I thought there would be a good show, but I didn't expect it to be a thriller, horror and bloody live drama.

The middle-aged Taoist priest easily took out a sharp knife from the lunch box.

His withered fingers gently caressed the skin of Bozhouzi's crumpled arm.

"Tsk, it's a little older, but it's chewy, well, it's more fragrant. The middle-aged Taoist priest muttered in a low voice as if he was intoxicated.

However, at this moment, there was a click, and the hand that was originally grabbed by him buckled his hand.

"Don't pretend to be the old way, who else is in the same party. A pair of eyes full of years fell on the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"You... It's okay, the live meat is fresher, and the taste must be more delicious. The middle-aged Taoist priest was not surprised, and a pair of dark and bright eyes slid on the boat's body.

Click!

The middle-aged Taoist's arm was directly twisted off, and it was directly detached from the torso of the middle-aged Taoist's body.

Pan Zhouzi didn't shoot hard, which was broken by the middle-aged Taoist priest himself.

However, not a single drop of blood appeared on the fracture after twisting.

"Weird?!" Pan Zhouzi glanced at the broken arm in his hand, and there was not half a drop of blood in the broken arm.

When the middle-aged Taoist priest twisted his arm, there was no pain on his face, let alone the slightest fear.

"The innate master is really different, he ate your meat...... I can become a congenital master. The middle-aged Taoist priest's voice was steady and indifferent, without the slightest fear.

"If you want to eat the meat of the old way, try the sword of the old way first. He threw his arm out, and then grabbed the sword that hung from the beam of the house with his true qi.

The sword is unsheathed, and the light chills people's hearts.

It's just that the person in front of him has no intentions, and his speed of making moves is not inferior to that of Bozhouzi.

There was a clang, and the sword of the boater became a waste sword.

"Han Tie?!" said in surprise as Pan Zhouzi looked at the shining sharp knife in the hand of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Cold iron is useless. "The boatman is full of true energy, and the treasure in his hand... The waste sword groaned softly and broke into two sections.

With a flick of the true qi, the severed piece suddenly flew out.

The middle-aged Taoist priest also has a fast hand speed, and he can easily pick up the broken sword attached to this true qi.

But who would have thought that the broken sword that had just been picked up returned and returned with a horse pistol, and directly penetrated the neck of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and finally settled on a beam in the house.

After three or four moves, the middle-aged Taoist priest was cut off by the boat.

But the middle-aged Taoist priest was still standing steadily, and he looked at the boat calmly.

Such a face is a mockery in the eyes of Pan Zhouzi.

The middle-aged Taoist priest has indeed not lost his breath yet, and Pan Zhouzi is now realizing that this guy is not an ordinary person.

"Cut you into eight petals and see if you can make it alive. Pan Zhouzi put down his cruel words, and the broken sword in his hand fluttered with his figure.

Sword after sword fell on the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was really dismantled, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

Zombies will have a few drops of coagulated blood clots, but the person in front of the boat really doesn't have a drop of blood.

No blood seeped out of each of the wounds.

And most importantly, the middle-aged Taoist priest doesn't seem to be dead yet.

His lone head was on the ground, blinking at the boat.

Well, now it's really a supernatural horror thriller, for the boater.

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