The weasel cried with joy, and finally continued to kowtow, which made the mistress even more speechless, "I asked you why you are kowtowing again, stop kowtowing, and take your wife and children away."
Already alerting the snake, Xiao San'er stopped pretending and saw him raising his foot and stomping heavily on the ground. A burst of sharp white light emitted from his feet, with him as the center, and began to scatter in all directions. But just when the white light spread to the edge of the temple, It seemed that it had collided with something, and even the ground beneath its feet shook. It made the weasel tremble while holding his wife and child in his arms.
"Why are you still here? Why don't you leave?"
Weasel wanted to leave, but he was afraid that the thief would not give up and rob him halfway, but instead stayed with such an expert, and maybe he would be okay.
Gritting his teeth, he said with a loyal look: "I'll stay and help!"
"Pfft." Xiao San'er looked at him with a sneer, half-smiling but not smiling, but didn't show it off and let him stand aside, "It's up to you, just don't get in my way later."
As soon as this was said, the weasel became even more reluctant to leave. After all, the master agreed.
The barrier was shaken open, and Xiao San'er, who had been careless at the beginning, finally looked a bit reliable. He stared at the statue not far away and sneered: "Pretend, get out of here." As soon as the words finished, The statue was suddenly blown to pieces, and no one among them saw clearly how he did it.
"I don't know when such an expert came to City A."
The visitor was dressed in black clothes and a black robe, and he stood in the shadows, making it impossible to see what he looked like. However, Xiaosan'er didn't need to see, he only needed to feel.
"A piece of garbage that has been dead for two hundred years dares to stand in front of me. Your master is looking down on me."
When his identity was revealed, the zombie was not worried. Instead, he said: "I just don't know who the master is. If you are willing to tell me, maybe you are an old acquaintance of my master."
After all, he had been dead for two hundred years, and his voice sounded extremely hoarse, just like a broken bellows, which was really unpleasant.
"You want to trick my identity, but you are not worthy. Tell me, should you invite your master to come out, or should I kill you and wait for your master to come to me?"
The zombie was just a subordinate. He hesitated for a moment. On the surface, it looked the same as before, but this second was noticed by Rong Xuan.
"Your master has gone through so much trouble and asked me to guess, what does he want from me?" Rong Xuan spoke slowly. Different from his broken bellows voice, his voice was like the spring breeze in February, which made people feel like a spring breeze. , "After all, I'm just an ordinary person, nothing more than skin, flesh, bones and the like."
He said firmly, but the zombie suddenly sneered, "Arrogant! Sure enough, all mortals are like this, with a broken skin, they will be nothing in a hundred years. What my master wants is your seven souls and six souls!"
Although Xiao San'er could easily deal with him, after talking nonsense to him for so long, he still wanted to know what they wanted from Rong Xuan, but before he could ask, he had already taken out the man's secrets, and he suddenly looked impressed. Said: "Not only are you beautiful, you are also smart."
It's not something a grown man should be happy about when someone calls him beautiful, but Rong Xuan smiled and said, "You are also very powerful."
The two of them flattered each other, and the zombie finally realized that he had been tricked. He immediately became angry and said, "My master will not let you go!"
"Okay, I'm waiting for him, so when will he come? Are you scared? Or are you just timid?"
"Fart, my master lives as long as heaven, how can he be afraid of things like you!"
It is too exaggerated to say that he will live the same life as the sky. So far, even Xiao San'er, who is a mythical beast, cannot be called the same life as the sky. Those who dare to shout like this are usually those who cannot be put on the stage.
"Forget it, I overestimated your master. If I can send you such a two-hundred-year-old gadget, you won't be a powerful character."
He said it with an apologetic look on his face, but the zombie was going crazy.
"Sufeng, retreat." A vigorous voice sounded out of thin air, and then suddenly an old man with Qingfeng Taoism appeared in front of everyone. If it weren't for a zombie standing behind him, he would really look like an outsider. .
When the zombie saw him appearing, he immediately knelt down, but as a zombie, his movements were somewhat slow.
Xiaosan'er clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes arrogantly, "It's too disrespectful for a shadow to fill the scene." As he spoke, he waved his right hand lightly, and the old man's figure suddenly disappeared. Quite a few.
"The future life is to be feared."
"Young man? Are you talking about me?" Xiao San'er's handsome face was distorted. You can't just take advantage of him just because he's young. There is no one in this world who can be called his elder. Damn it. It’s okay to be just an ordinary person!
"Old guy is looking for death!"
When he was angry, the strength in his hand became a little stronger, so there was a ruined temple with a few walls before, but now there was nothing left. As for the old master, he had long since disappeared without a trace, and the zombie, He was already pressed under the wall and could not move.
"I'll just be a good person and do my best. You've been dead for two hundred years, so it's time for you to be reincarnated." He said it lightly, but other people's eyes widened. The main souls of zombies like this are controlled by others. The so-called master had taken him away, and he had three different souls. How could he be saved? But then he thought of his wife and children, and he suddenly fell silent again.
Xiaosan'er knew how to do this kind of salvation. As soon as he read the sutra, all the zombies under the wall were quickly reduced to a pile of bones.
On the other side, in a villa at the other end of City A, an old man was sitting in front of a pot doing the exercises, but halfway through, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Blood sprayed on the clay jar, and the people around him immediately gathered around anxiously.
"Master, are you okay?"
The old man's eyes were cleft, and he even forgot to wipe away the blood on the corner of his mouth. He just said viciously: "Very good, very good, you dare to destroy my zombie! You also dare to break my formation!"
The disciples all knew what he wanted to do. When they heard this, they were all shocked and said: "Master, has this failed? Who cursed you?" When he finished speaking, he seemed to be in disbelief, "It shouldn't be, the whole city A Everyone who can compete with you has been tricked out by you, and no one is your opponent at the moment? "
"But there is such a person!" The old man said with a ferocious face, "Bring me a pen and paper!"
When the paper and pen were brought, he quickly drew a sketch, and soon, a face appeared in front of everyone.
"Check! Check carefully. Where did this little pamphlet come from? How dare you ruin my good deeds!"
The disciples took the paper, and there was a drawing of a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old on the paper. He was very young and very unfamiliar.