On the other end of the phone, a man held the phone, his face was indifferent, but the hand holding the phone trembled faintly.
For sixty years, he also knew that the original owner of the Ghost Lamp Temple was powerful and would not die so easily. However, after 60 years, he felt that perhaps the original owner of Ghost Lamp Temple no longer cared about this place
So he began to set up, trying to quietly break the seal on the side of the 'Ghost Temple' to take away the contents.
But I didn't expect that someone would come over after all.
"Damn!" The man gritted his teeth.
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After leaving the hotel, Shuhang and Soft Feather wandered around Luoxin Street.
I didn't meet the old people who were chatting together, but I met something more interesting - five drunken satyrs.
He didn't encounter a 'beautiful disaster' on the train. He didn't expect that after arriving in the Luoxin neighborhood, he encountered a group of drunkards who got angry.
It was a sparsely populated path. Five drunkards staggered blocking Song Shuhang and Soft Feather's path. Five pairs of eyes were red, staring at Soft Feather greedily.
Wine strengthens the courage of heroes, but also strengthens the courage of villains. It is not surprising that people will do anything under the stimulation of alcohol. Whether it's kissing a sow, biting a dog, or fighting a dog.
The five drunkards had never seen such a beautiful girl in their entire lives. Once they saw Soft Feather, their eyes could no longer be opened.
"Damn, this woman is as beautiful as a fairy. If I get it once, I'd be willing to live for ten years!" This was their idea, so they surrounded her by drunkenness.
What are you afraid of? The big deal is to go in and sit for a few years.
This is the pitiful point of being ignorant of the law. They only vaguely heard people mention it when they were bragging about it. But they thought it was still years ago? Or do you think this is India
These days, the Qianggan girl has no term as soon as she enters, and if the plot is slightly worse, it is a grain of peanuts.
Song Shuhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw this scene.
His fighting ability is good... Usually, he can easily fight three at a time, not to mention the five thin drunkards in front of him? Because of this, no one who is bad at the school will attack him.
This kind of opponent, he can fight ten by himself!
Just as Song Shuhang was about to show off his fists, a gust of wind whistled past his ears.
Then he saw a pair of slender legs kicking out as fast as lightning, and when the legs kicked in the air, it was like a butterfly running through the flowers, which was very beautiful. And not only is it beautiful, but its power is even more terrifying. There is even a crackling whip thump sound when the legs are pumped in the air.
The five drunks screamed and flew out backwards, twitching wildly on the ground, vomited again, and fell unconscious for a while.
Stuck on the street? how long? a second? Or even shorter!
Song Shuhang turned his head and saw Soft Feather's movement of retracting his long legs - it's so cool, isn't it!
Compared with Soft Feather, his fists are really a three-legged cat.
Looking at the drunks who were not awake, Shuhang thought of the bad guys outside the school who were rushing to the streets.
If, what he means is that if Soft Feather's fighting strength just now is used, it seems that he can indeed make seventy or eighty bad guys all over the street in a very short period of time
However, Soft Feather was still on the plane at that time.
Could it be that the Sixteen of the Su family in the group did it? Could it be that all of the people in the group really have explosive combat effectiveness
"Didn't you kill anyone?" Song Shuhang was a little worried.
"Don't worry, senior, I'm measured. Let them be in a coma for two days at most, and then they can wake up. This time is just right. If you don't drink or eat for three days, it's easy to cause problems." Soft Feather replied.
This answer made Song Shuhang feel a sense of enlightenment—those who were in a coma haven't woken up for a long time, is it because the 'two days' deadline hasn't come yet
"Let's go, senior." Soft Feather giggled.
Song Shuhang nodded stiffly, a kind of confusion in his head, followed Soft Feather away from the scene...
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After Shuhang and Soft Feather were far away, in the corner behind the path, a man walked steadily to the side of the five drunkards.
"The drunk is still too weak, and he can't even make the other party really move." The man sighed.
Behind the man, a man in black was half-kneeling on the ground, and said solemnly: "Altar Lord, do we need to send a few people to try it?"
"No need, the five drunkards are just ordinary people, so the other party will be measured. If our people go up... the other party will not be merciful." The altar master said solemnly, it is not easy to cultivate each of his people, even if it is The training of the most common rookie will cost more than one million dollars, which is not a casual consumable.
Just now, the woman only tried to teach the five drunkards a lesson, and her strength could already be vaguely seen. That kind of air-shattering whip leg and the strength to send and receive freely is definitely not something that a martial cultivator of the first rank can achieve.
The other party is already a strong man with infuriating energy!
This is no longer an existence that his subordinates can contend with.
Moreover, there was a 'senior' next to the woman who couldn't even see the deep dive, and whose strength was unfathomable.
The other party can easily use various postures to destroy the elites he has cultivated with a lot of money. Even if he has more subordinates, it is not such a waste.
To be honest, he was a little scared.
"Only wait for the opportunity to act." The altar master muttered.
In his heart, he was more than half desperate for the treasures in the Ghost Lamp Temple, but he was still a little unwilling to give up.
Soft Feather and Song Shuhang wandered around the Luoxin neighborhood for a long time, and they also met an elderly man in his fifties, but no one knew about the Guideng Temple.
Song Shuhang felt a headache. He didn't expect it would be so troublesome to find a temple: "Soft Feather, can you be sure that the Guideng Temple is in Luoxin District of J City?"
"It's definitely here, and I definitely remember the name correctly, the ghost of the ghost, the lamp of the lantern!" Soft Feather said firmly: "My mother brought me here when she was pregnant with me, but at that time I could only use the help of My father's magic uses his mind to observe the outside world, and he only remembers the wooden plaque of the Ghost Lamp Temple."
The first half of her words, Song Shuhang, understood, but the latter half did not know where they went. She and her mind are indeed not in the same dimension.
"Is there any special place nearby? For example, is it on the top of the mountain? The mountainside? Or is there a small river?" Shuhang asked.
"It's not on the mountain, it should be on the flat ground. I don't remember the rest." Soft Feather said embarrassedly.
"Is there any news for Senior Beihe?"
Soft Feather took out her phone and looked at it, and said happily, "Senior Beihe is here."
Jiuzhou No. 1 group.
Beihe Loose Cultivator: "Soft Feather, have you found the Ghost Lamp Temple?"
"Not yet, senior already has news?" Soft Feather entered the message happily.
"Sorry, I asked some colleagues here, but unfortunately everyone I know is located in eastern China, and no one knows the news of J City." Beihe Loose Man sent another wry smile: "Also, a very tricky one just came. Guys, you're still struggling with me. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much."
"It's okay, senior, just keep busy." Soft Feather replied with a smile.
When Shuhang saw the news, he immediately felt that Beihe Loose Cultivator... Really an unreliable man. He is online every second of the day when he is not needed. When he was really needed, he was in trouble right away!
"Senior Song, we rely on ourselves!" Soft Feather clenched her small fists and made a gesture of cheering.
so cute! Song Shuhang didn't know why, but felt that this woman, who seemed to be older than him, was unexpectedly cute.
While he was talking, there were dazzling headlights lit up in a row. A row of colorful locomotives made a roar of 'woohoo~~', speeding towards Shuhang. Listening to this huge roar, you know that these locomotives are all remodeled.
"Drag car race? How old is this?" Song Shuhang murmured, pulling Soft Feather to the side of the street.
Soft Feather's eyes brightened when she heard the words "Dragon Race": "Do you want to kill them?"
"What?" Song Shuhang didn't understand.
"Shouldn't the drag racers be sent to prison? Stun them and send them to prison!" Soft Feather was eager to try.
"..." Girl, what you said makes sense, but I was speechless.
However, Soft Feather did not make a move after all.
When the seven or eight locomotives passed by Shuhang and the others, one of them suddenly braked suddenly, spun beautifully, and stopped beside Shuhang.
The motorcycle safety helmet was opened, revealing a handsome face with sword eyebrows and stars: "Shuhang! Why did you come here!"