When the little Taoist priest heard such outrageous words, a mocking look appeared on his face, but Chen Yuanyuan didn't want to look at his face.

He thought about his plan at the end.

He catapulted out with agility that didn't match his size.

Although it was very fast, the little Taoist priest still put his mind at ease.

It seems that the fat man in front of him is indeed bragging nonsense, and he doesn't know how to write dead words.

The little Taoist priest lifted the dust, pinched the Taoist treasure seal, and prepared to shake this boy who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth to death.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't underestimate this seal that looked very old, but he still smashed his fist on the seal, and for a while, thunder and lightning splashed, and a kind of majesty that was not in the world swelled and contracted in an instant, and disappeared.

Chen Yuanyuan's right fist seemed to be scorched by the thunder and lightning, but he didn't curl up in the slightest pain, and he punched again.

Don't miss the opportunity, and never miss it.

The little Taoist priest was almost frightened.

That side of the treasure seal was secretly stuffed to himself by his master when he went down the mountain this time, saying that it was the use of a thousand-year-old lightning strike stone, which was mixed with the seal written by the crown blood of many roosters, and it was carefully polished for many days, not only has a natural terrifying effect on the ghosts and ghosts, but also for people, it can also be born and electrocuted.

It can also be said that this is what he relied on when he went down the mountain.

But how could it be that this treasure seal was broken?

But how could this fat man be okay?

The little Taoist priest was a fledgling novice, but Chen Yuanyuan was not, so it wasn't until Chen Yuanyuan's next attack came in front of him that the little Taoist responded in a panic.

After all, although it is a flower in a greenhouse, the foundation of the seven products is there.

The little Taoist priest's move to "lead water into the canal" can avoid the fist wind, and a stack of colorful yellow paper flew out of his sleeve.

The wind is strong, and the people are burning.

Although each one is only the size of a fist, but there are many of them, the little Taoist priest estimates that this fat man has to avoid this edge, as long as he retreats, then he has a chance.

But Chen Yuanyuan didn't think so, it was rare to seize the opportunity, how could he make such a mistake?

Closing his eyes tightly, Chen Yuanyuan held his breath, it was a head hammer.

After all, the little Taoist priest is also a master, and when he saw this, he also had a fierce intent, and when he took a breath, he also touched it with a head mallet.

With a "bang", the little Taoist priest thought that he had hit a hill at this moment, and the sparks flew away, and his head involuntarily tilted back, but Chen Yuanyuan's head only raised slightly, and then returned to normal.

Internal force external spitting.

Chen Yuanyuan was unforgiving, and never gave the little Taoist a little time to rest, and pounced again, fighting in close quarters, and between his hands climbing, it turned out to be a wild python twisted tree.

The little Taoist priest saw that he was entangled by the fat man, and the fat man's muscles seemed to be alive, squirming, containing endless power, and he couldn't struggle for a while.

So the little Taoist made the smartest choice, the internal force between the dantian qi and the sea "bang" dissolved, and the momentum rose sharply, wanting to break away from Chen Yuanyuan, but Chen Yuanyuan had already locked the little Taoist before the little Taoist made his work, but he felt a strong restart, and for a while, the body cracked and the blood drifted away.

The little Taoist priest only felt that the lock was light, and he immediately lightened his body, and he believed that with his own strength, it was completely okay to break through the roof and fly out.

He didn't want to stay here and fight this madman anymore.

The reason he gave himself was that it wasn't worth it.

It's not worth risking yourself to do such a thing.

Originally, the little Taoist priest just came to torture and kill Chen Yuanyuan, but in his mind, the treasure seal was in his hand, and he killed a person like Chen Yuanyuan, who could fight for his life to kill the eight grades, obviously killing chickens with a knife, which was overkill, but it was just something that he did with itchy hands.

It's just that he doesn't even want to admit it, in fact, he is afraid.

He spared his life.

In this kind of war that does not want to die, those who want to die will not necessarily live, and those who do not want to die at all will not necessarily die.

But if you regard your own life as more important than the other party's life, you can only play about fifty percent of the ten-point level.

Seeing that the other party is not afraid of death, and he is cowardly, he can't play out fifty percent, not to mention that he is a rookie on the other side.

So he decided to run.

But Chen Yuanyuan didn't want him to run.

Chen Yuanyuan endured the pain, in fact, he didn't need to endure it, it wasn't too painful.

The blood stain on the neck had miraculously healed now, and only a red thread remained, which was the new skin, the color of which was different from the old skin.

And the fist that was scorched by the thunder and lightning, the dead skin has fallen off, and it has also healed.

Chen Yuanyuan only felt that the hand that was electrocuted was crispy and itchy, and even his own muscles and veins were crispy and itchy, and finally converged in his own dantian qi sea, which was also crispy and itchy.

All of a sudden, his injuries were healed in this crispy itch.

Chen Yuanyuan also squatted down and slammed upward.

The explosive power was like a sturdy lion struggling to pounce, and the little Taoist priest only felt that his wrist was being held by a pair of powerful hands, and the top of his head was only a piece of paper away from the ceiling.

The little Taoist priest wanted to let out a roar, but unfortunately, he couldn't.

Chen Yuanyuan threw the little Taoist priest down like a rag, and came out of the roof by himself.

In the dust, Chen Yuanyuan glanced at Ding Demon.

Ding Mo was injured, seriously injured, the veins in his thighs seemed to be cut, and the blood flowed non-stop.

I can't hold it anymore.

But Chen Yuanyuan didn't have time to take care of him.

The little Taoist priest turned around in the air, unloaded his strength, and fell to the ground.

And Chen Yuanyuan is still in the air.

There is nowhere to borrow, and there is no way to use moves.

It is very convenient for the little Taoist priest to escape now or continue to make a move against Chen Yuanyuan.

So the little Taoist priest once again raised a smug and disdainful expression.

He chose to continue to kill Chen Yuanyuan, he felt that Chen Yuanyuan was desperate, and now he couldn't fight himself if he wanted to.

Now he's just a bloated target.

So he slapped the ground, and the wind swept up, like a warbler.

The outstretched palm shone with clear light.

It was the true qi released from the outside, sharper than the treasure knife.

This is the true ability of Qipin, even if the little Taoist usually carefully studies the Fu seal carving on the mountain, but he is also a master.

Inexperienced masters.

Chen Yuanyuan saw the little Taoist priest rising from the sky, and to be honest, he sighed a little in his heart.

It seems that his arrangement on the ground is useless, and he has to bleed again.

In the blink of an eye, the little Taoist priest arrived in front of Chen Yuanyuan, and Chen Yuanyuan smiled at him.

Then in the disbelief of the little Taoist priest, he reached out and held the little Taoist hand.

The price paid was that Chen Yuanyuan's arm was cut open, and in some places the white bones were exposed.

But Chen Yuanyuan didn't seem to feel it, and said gently: "Remember, it's not a good man to be afraid of death." Then he pulled him into his arms and twisted his neck without hesitation.

'Goodbye!'

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