In the open area outside the village, Xiao Yao closed his eyes, stood with a halberd in his right hand, and stood tall under the scorching sun.

A breeze swept through the tips of his hair, Xiao Yao suddenly opened his deep eyes, his feet rushed a few feet away, and he suddenly rose from the ground, and the halberd in his hand drew a strange arc in mid-air and smashed towards the ground.

"Boom~"

The dust was flying, and with a flip of his right hand, the tip of the bronze halberd stirred in the dirt, instantly lifting a large piece of dirt and throwing it into the air.

"First Style: Sweep a Thousand Armies!"

Gripping the halberd tightly, his arms were raised, and a powerful force erupted from the tip of the halberd, and immediately a burst of earth mist rolled up around him, and in an instant, the tip of the bronze halberd flickered and moved in the earth mist like a spiritual snake.

"The second style: Jiaolong goes to sea!"

The earth mist dissipated, Xiao Yao's figure flashed, and the halberd in his hand stabbed straight into the rock like a dragon mixed with fierce force.

"Boom!"

With a low shout, the rubble splattered, and in an instant, the half-human-height rock turned into powder.

"Third Form: Glimpse of Light!"

Taking a step back with his right foot, Xiao Yao's body took a bow shape, his right hand shook, the tip of the halberd flashed, and in an instant, countless halberd shadows shrouded in front of him and stabbed out wildly.

"Floating light...... Light...... Light ......"

I held back my strength and shouted for a long time, but I saw that on the big tree a foot away, the branches and leaves did not move at all.

Closing the type, Xiao Yao sat on the ground, smiled bitterly, it seems that he still overestimated his strength, just after the three-style halberd method was overdrawn with physical strength, and the third type also ended in failure, I have to say that this set of halberd method is strong at the same time, the physical strength and strength requirements are also extremely harsh.

"Beat him to death. ”

"Damn, I don't know the rules. ”

"Dare to grab things in our territory, I think you're tired of it. ”

Just as he was losing his mind, a scolding voice came from not far away.

The sword eyebrows were raised lightly, Xiao Yao looked sideways, and saw three beggars walking over with a ragged man at the entrance of the village.

"Plop~"

The man in tattered clothes was thrown to the ground, and then three beggars surrounded him and punched and kicked him.

After watching for a while, Xiao Yao felt more and more uncomfortable, because the person curled up on the ground was bald, and he could barely see that this person was wearing a monk's robe.

"Stop!" Xiao Yao shouted.

The three beggars were startled and turned their heads to look, only to find a teenager standing not far away.

"Why do you want to meddle with things?" said a greasy young beggar, angrily.

"A few little brothers, what made you so angry and cruel to him. Xiao Yao asked politely.

"This kid grabbed something to eat in the bowl of our beggar disciples, and you said that you owe a beating. The beggar disciple said.

"Are you a beggar disciple?" Xiao Yao said in shock.

The beggar flicked his unkempt hair back, and with a proud expression, he said, "Yes, we are the beggar gang of one of the eight major sects. ”

Holding back the sour smell, Xiao Yao frowned and said, "I saw that person was a disciple of Shaolin Temple, since they were all of the Eight Great Sects, why didn't they just hit someone without asking the reason?"

"Little brother's experience is too shallow, don't look at us begging all day long, but our eyes are bright, this guy is an impostor. ”

After speaking, the beggar disciple reached out and tore off the bald man's clothes, and suddenly a vivid golden dragon tattoo was revealed.

Xiao Yao stood in place dumbfounded, and began to wonder if he had made a mistake, as far as he knew, except for some market scoundrels or robbers who liked tattoos, I really hadn't heard that Shaolin Temple also allowed disciples to get tattoos.

"He pretended to be a disciple of Shaolin Temple to deceive, and for this reason, we should teach him a hard lesson. ”

After finishing speaking, the beggar disciple kicked the bald man on the waist again.

"Ah~"

The bald man let out a scream, and immediately lay on the ground and rolled from side to side in pain.

Sighing, Xiao Yao was just about to leave, when suddenly his eyes fell on the bald man's cheek, and he was startled.

"Shine Wisdom"

With an exclamation, Xiao Yao took a few steps forward, pushed the beggar away, and hurriedly squatted on the ground to support his savior.

His chapped lips moved, and the little monk Yaozhi opened his eyes weakly, as if he recognized Xiao Yao, but his body was too weak to speak.

"Do you know him?" asked the beggar disciple in surprise.

"This little brother, I can prove that he is indeed a Shaolin disciple, although I don't know how he became like this, but his master is the famous Fuhu Arhat. Xiao Yao explained.

Hearing this, the three beggar gang disciples couldn't help but shudder, the identity of the eighteen arhats of the Southern Shaolin gang was comparable to the nine bags of elders of the beggar gang, and beating the apprentice of the Fuhu Arhat was not equivalent to plucking the hair on the tiger's buttocks, thinking of this, they glanced at each other, and took advantage of Xiao Yao's lack of attention, and fled with a smoke.

Seeing that the little monk Yaozhi was like a gossamer, Xiao Yao didn't dare to delay time, put his back behind him, and hurried back to his senior brother's house.

in the room.

Xiao Yao took out a Divine Protection Pill and put it in Yaozhi's mouth, then he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the chair.

"How's the condition of this demon monk?" asked Shangyu Daoren.

After glancing at it, Xiao Yao said lightly: "It is estimated that it is injured vitality, and it seems that it will take a while to recover." ”

"This guy has a sharp beak and cheeks, and his eyes are sunken, and he doesn't look like a good thing, and I really don't know what you're doing when you bring him back. Shangyu Daoren said unhappily.

Listening to his senior brother's chatter, Xiao Yao's face became ugly, if something didn't happen, Yaozhi, who was originally handsome, would not have lost his appearance.

"I'm too lazy to explain to you, go find a way to make a pot of chicken soup, I have to replenish his body." Xiao Yao said.

"The monk can still drink chicken soup?" Shangyu Daoren's eyes widened and he said incredulously.

"Do you think it's strange that old cows can eat tender grass?" Xiao Yao asked unhappily.

Shangyu Daoist heard the words of his junior brother, stretched out his tongue, and walked out.

Looking at the back of the leaving, Xiao Yao sighed, I don't know what kind of evil wind the senior brother smoked is to see Yaozhi unpleasant, is it difficult to let the old dog of the Wang family stimulate something wrong, and everyone looks like a bad person.

After a while, Xiao Yao felt a little dry mouth, and immediately picked up the bowl and drank the water, and when his eyes inadvertently fell on Yaozhi again, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged up.

The sudden situation made Xiao Yao a little panicked, and he vaguely seemed to sense a mysterious force wandering over Yaozhi.

Driven by curiosity, Xiao Yao couldn't help but walk to the edge of the bed, gently lifted the quilt, and in an instant, a golden light appeared.

"Ah~"

With a scream, Xiao Yao only felt that his eyes were tingling, and he hurriedly put down the quilt, covered his eyes and knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

A burst of dizziness came, Xiao Yao seemed to feel that his soul had been taken away, and his brain was blank.

In the courtyard, Shangyu Daoist was just about to slaughter chickens, and suddenly heard the screams of his junior brother, his face changed greatly, and he crawled into the room.

Pushing open the door, I saw my junior brother kneeling in front of the bed in great pain, Shangyu Daoren's distressed eyes were red, and he comforted: "Let's mourn and change, his death is also a relief, and before leaving, he saved the rooster's life, which can be regarded as a complete merit." ”

"Shut your crow's mouth, and help me up. Xiao Yao said weakly.

Helping Xiao Yao to the chair, Shangyu Daoren walked to the side of the bed and saw that the demon monk's breath was even, and said curiously: "It's difficult for this guy to die for ten days and half a month, are you a little ahead of schedule." ”

Rubbing his head, Xiao Yao said in a daze: "Where do you see that I am guarding the spirit." ”

"Cut, it's not a vigilance, what are you doing on your knees, is it possible to worship yourself?" Shangyu Daoren said disdainfully.

After regaining some consciousness, Xiao Yao was silent, recalling the scene just now, and in a trance, at that moment of golden light, he seemed to see a golden dragon with a short arm length sending out a dragon groan towards him.