"Yes! What the little Taoist chief said is that he will leave immediately after picking the herbs in Xia, and he will never come back in the future. Yang Jueyuan hurriedly said yes, smiling at each other, in order to quickly send this little guy away, so that he could go to collect medicine, otherwise if an old one comes, he will have more complications.

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to look for it, but was stopped by a loud shout.

A young Taoist priest, also dressed in a green robe, but with a thin body, a pale complexion, deep-set eye sockets, and a look hollowed out by wine, walked over from the mountain road.

The young man glared at Yang Jueyuan and said fiercely: "What a bold demon!

After speaking, he had already reached Daotong's side, glanced at him, his face was gloomy, and he reprimanded: "Zhiming, my human race monk should take it as his responsibility to kill demons and subdue demons. How can you be as verbose as you are, and you can't stop talking. "The voice is high-pitched and harsh.

Dao Tong Zhiming's face flushed, lowered his head, and lost his voice.

Yang Jueyuan's face was gloomy, he had been in this world for so long, but it was the first time he had heard such remarks, whether it was right or wrong, just by his sentence: Kill it, you can see that the person is a cruel and ruthless person, and secretly said that he is in trouble this time.

As it turned out, his fears were often right and soon became reality.

I saw that the person who came turned to look at Yang Jueyuan, his eyes were gloomy, he raised his chin, and said coldly: "Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want to do it yourself?"

Yang Jueyuan's brows were tightly locked, and his face was cold, so he decided to live and die without asking, which was really arrogant.

"I really don't know whether to live or die, a beast is a beast, and if you enlighten your spirit, you are still a beast! Since you don't appreciate it, this Taoist master will personally send you to heaven. ”

As soon as the words fell, the Taoist priest pulled out his sword, pinched his hand, shouted, floated over, and slashed at Yang Jueyuan with a sword.

The blade of the sword glowed with coldness, blowing the mist in front of it, splitting out a streamer of light, from top to bottom, in an instant.

Yang Jueyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, he was angry, and he recruited such a poisonous hand without saying a word, he really thought that he was afraid that you would not succeed.

He felt that this Taoist priest was the peak cultivation of qi, the same as his realm, but the human race was born to suppress demon cultivation in terms of level strength, so he should be slightly inferior to the Taoist priest in terms of strength, but looking at the sword and feeling the power above, he knew that the Taoist realm was high but the means of using spiritual power were very low, which may have just broken through, or some unknown reasons.

The improvement of cultivation is just that the scope of one's own control over spiritual power is larger, and the spiritual power it carries is more, just like the original small bottle has been replaced by a large bottle, but to use the spiritual power from many places, it takes various methods, or long-term practice, and the various exercises that people often say are the methods and ways of using spiritual power summarized by the predecessors.

Yang Jueyuan doesn't know any exercises, but he is a tiger, although he has crossed over, but the original hunting consciousness of the body exists, this is the most primitive method, plus the fragment of the "Ancient Demon Sutra" obtained by the underground palace, which also records some unknown exercises. He practiced them one by one, and although the results were not great, he also found some ways.

In this way, he came to the conclusion that the Taoist priest was not his opponent.

The heart must be under the heart, the body is extremely moving, flashing to the side, dodging the sword, and then probing the claw to grasp the Taoist priest's face door.

The Taoist priest was shocked, he had practiced this move for a long time, and many juniors and disciples were difficult to parry in front of it, but this demon in front of him could easily dodge.

didn't have time to think about it, Yang Jueyuan's claws led the wind, and he had already arrived at the front door, the tips of his claws were shining with silver light like sharp blades, and his face was cold from the cold air.

Shrink his head, twist his body, and slash back with his sword, trying to shave off his claws.

Yang Jueyuan sneered, retracted his claws, turned around, but the tiger tail of the thickness of the small tree turned up.

The tiger has three moves, three moves that will be born with it, one pounce, one lift, and one cut.

This third trick, cutting, is the trick of the tiger's tail.

I saw Yang Jueyuan flick his tiger tail, and with the power of his body's rotation, he whipped towards the Taoist priest like a steel whip.

Its speed is so fast, its strength is so ruthless, it is impossible to put into words.

The Taoist priest withdrew his sword and cut the tiger's claws, but when he saw the tiger demon retract his claws and turned around, he thought that he was afraid to escape, and he was about to catch up and kill the other party, but he heard an exclamation, and then a black shadow.

There was a crisp sound of "popping ......", but the scalp of the listener exploded.

"Ah......h

Xiaodao Tong Zhiming saw that Yang Jueyuan was about to pump with his tail, and also reminded his senior brother, but he still couldn't prevent it from happening, seeing that the middle-aged man was rolling in the end, and he was in pain, he suddenly lost his attention, he didn't know what to do, hesitated, and paced back and forth, forgetting to see how the senior brother who fell to the ground was injured.

Yang Jueyuan got up and looked at the Taoist priest who was still crying, and snorted coldly, "Being beaten, just like this, I don't think I'm a person with integrity, I didn't expect that there are such goods in this well-known Jicang Mountain." ”

Jicang Mountain is one of the three valves of the Northern Wilderness, and its reputation is far and wide, and in Yang Jueyuan's heart, he should belong to that kind of famous and decent existence, but he didn't expect that there would be such a disciple, which somewhat reduced his good impression of this Jicang Mountain.

Turning his head to look at Zhiming, who was already panicking, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Hurry back and tell your master, I believe your master will handle it." ”

"But what if you run away, the master will punish me." Zhiming looked at Yang Jueyuan, with tears in his two big eyes, but he held on to prevent it from flowing.

Yang Jueyuan looked at him for a while and said with a smile: "Go! I won't run, I'm waiting for you here." ”

He didn't want to wait here any longer, he injured someone, no matter what the reason, the other party wouldn't give up, it was better to avoid it early, and it would be okay if they couldn't find it. can see the little Taoist's panicked and frightened eyes, but his heart is soft for no reason, and his heart can't let this little guy be punished by his master for his own sake.

That's why he decided to stay and wait for the matter to be settled before leaving. What's more, the red vine flower that the old fox needs for his injury is only here, and if he doesn't solve the matter well, I'm afraid this herb will be difficult to get.

"You wait! I don't swear to be a human being, you wicked man!" The young Taoist priest stopped crying at some point, and had already stood up, covering half of his face with his hands, and blood flowed out from between his fingers and reached his wrist. There was resentment in one of the eyes exposed, and after saying cruel words to Yang Jueyuan, he turned around and left, going straight to the mountain road where he came.

"Senior brother, wait for me!" Zhiming hurriedly followed, but just after walking a few steps, he stopped, turned to look at Yang Jueyuan, blinked his eyes, pursed his mouth, and said softly: "You won't run, will you?"

Yang Jueyuan smiled and waved his hand, "Go! I won't run, just wait here." ”

Zhiming thought for a moment, didn't say anything more, turned around and chased after his senior brother Zhizheng with his robe.

Looking at the mountain path where there were no two people, Yang Jueyuan frowned, he had secretly come to collect medicine, but he didn't expect this situation to occur, and sighed at the moment, hoping that their master was reasonable!