"Bang-" With a bang, Qi Tian smashed to the ground, stirring up countless dust.

"The monk was amused, it was about to start, he spat blood and fainted. The monk with the big wine jar smiled, and before the other monks came up, he half-crouched down, and he plucked one hand from the wine jar, with a bohemian smile on his face, and stretched out one hand towards Qi Tian's hand.

Just as he was about to touch Qi Tian's arm, a layer of pale green light flashed, blocking the monk from Qi Tian's body by a centimeter!

"Hey, that's a bit interesting! There is still such a self-protection mechanism?" The monk used two percent of his strength, and then grabbed it with all his might! Although this layer of green light looked very weak, it did not change in the slightest under the monk's strength!

"It's weird! I don't believe in evil anymore! I can't even touch this little monk?" This monk is very stubborn, the more he can't open it, the more energetic he becomes, this time it's good, the wine vat he is reluctant to put down was suddenly carried on his back, he blew hard at his hands, and then rubbed it, and shouted, "Get up!"

At this moment, the movement of the old Taoist here has attracted the attention of many people, and everyone is pointing around the old Taoist, some are disdainful, and some are questioning, and it seems that some people recognize the identity of the old Taoist, and they are very shocked.

"This old man, is this old man...... How could that old man come here? Legend has it that he wasn't there?" A monk with a slightly higher cultivation looked at the monk who was carrying a wine vat and called himself "Lao Dao" and shook his head for a moment.

"You say he's--that? How could a monk of that class be born now? If it's that senior, how can he be here with us?"

The old man with the vat on his back clearly heard the conversation of the people around him. He didn't have the slightest mood swing, he pinched around Qi Tian. But they were all isolated from Qi Tian at a centimeter beside him.

The old man in the wine tank became more and more unconvinced, and others did not know his ability. But he understands it himself!"How is it possible! Who am I? I am the king! I have crossed the first step of cultivation, and I am the king after the shattered void! Shouldn't I destroy the monks with a single hair? Why can't I hold a male doll now?"

"You, what are you talking nonsense?" The old man in the wine tank said in a loud voice, and many people heard it clearly at this moment, especially the word "king", which pressed on everyone's hearts!

"Where did you come from, old man, you can brag and you are not afraid to blow the bull out! If you are the king, I am still a demi-saint!" A young monk was obviously unconvinced. You know, everyone has divided the area according to their cultivation! Almost all the monks in the same area are similar.

The young monk's words drew laughter from everyone.

The old man in the wine tank was slightly red, and he looked a little embarrassed, "You young people, you really don't know the sky is high and thick if you don't teach you a lesson!"

The old man in the vat said, turning his head with a grin, and put one hand on the back of his head. In the messy hair, he struggled to separate a strand of hair, and then, as if in pain, pulled out the half-white hair.

"Hahaha!" a group of monks laughed. "I thought I was going to make a big move! It turned out to be pulling out white hair! Oops! I was so scared! This hair scared me to death! Hahaha!"

"You, a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, I will give you a rising posture for your ancestors today!" the old man in the wine jar finished speaking, and gently blew the half-white hair on the palm of his hand. With a single blow, the hair floated up! and swayed. It floated above everyone's heads, and kept floating out!

The old man finished blowing his own hair. also looked at the half-white hair with a curious look, there was nervousness and excitement on his face, and suddenly his originally yellowish face turned red, and he was a few years younger when he was white.

"Hahaha! It amuses me! I'm really upset today! I can brag like this! Old man, I still have all black hair, do you want me to blow it on you?"

At this time, the old man in the wine tank clasped his hands in front of his chest, held his head high, and closed his eyes, which was really a bit of a high-ranking posture, but he occasionally squinted and secretly looked at his eyes in the distance and betrayed him, making him look like a high-ranking person, "Hmph! If you have the ability, go and take a look! My hair must have floated to the demon army! If you don't slaughter thousands of demon beasts, I will treat you as my grandson!"

"Good!" said the monk, and some of the good people actually ran away, just to see if there was still a whereabouts of that hair.

"You're vying to be my grandson? No, it's too cheap for you! I don't want it!" hehehe," the old man laughed, "Look at your group of physique cultivators with well-developed limbs and simple minds, and all of them look like the pectoralis major muscles, isn't this just big chests and no brains!"

After the old man finished speaking, he took out the rag belt wrapped around his waist, and it was wrapped around Qi Tian, and he directly rose into the air, and he couldn't see the figure for a moment.

"Hmph, this old liar! Don't let me see him next time! When I do, I'll let him know that my grandson is not so good!"

"It's broken! It's broken!" At this moment, two monks with not low cultivation level rushed over from outside the crowd, looking at them rushing over like that, their faces turned pale, and everyone thought that the demon cultivator army had come over!

"What about the old man?" The monk who rushed over had a smell of blood on his body, which made people smell sick, how much blood must be this to bring so much blood!

"What's the matter with the old liar? What's going on?"

"It's a big deal!" As soon as they heard that the old man was gone, the faces of the group of monks who ran over were all the color of death! "I missed it!

"Alas," there was a more rational monk, shaking his head at this time, "In the south of our city, all the demon beasts are dead, including the demon beast that is equivalent to the god slaying period. In an instant, they were all dead, and before we could react, we saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, nearly 10,000 demon cultivators, and they died without even making a sound. ”

"The hill further south is also shattered," added another monk, "just because of a hair! What kind of cultivator is this?

"As soon as it is issued, all enemies will be destroyed! This, is this a king or a half-saint?" (To be continued.) )