Everything went smoothly.
Why have these old guys in the simple and honest village of Randengsi become like this now
The old magician was stunned: "What do you mean? What does this have to do with me."
A long sword appeared in Wang Shiwu's hand at some unknown time.
…
Cutting off front and back
The white man in front of him grinned like a wild beast, and disappeared in the next second. When he reappeared, he was already behind Wang Shiwu, with a dagger burning with white fire in his hand, stabbing towards Wang Shiwu's Tianchi point. .
"Who are you?" Wang Shiwu said.
Clear applause sounded in the alley.
early morning.
"Then your master is really generous."
The young Taoist priest still said seriously: "Okay."
Wang Shiwu didn't look back, and a ray of sword light appeared behind him.
From the other party, he felt an undisguised hostility.
He stood up angrily and said: "No more fun, no more fun, damn, why do I fire the gun every time? Is it you who wins every time?"
"Xiaodao chose it himself."
The young Taoist priest smiled quite proudly: "I think so too."
"Go, go, go." The old magic stick said with a defeated expression: "It's the dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water, which is why you are still smiling so happily. Hurry up and disappear in front of me. When my successor comes, I will definitely The first time, let him blow your head off and tear your mouth apart."
I didn't expect that Chunyang Sect would produce such an unusual junior, which is a bit interesting.
"Thank you, Senior Yu. I know this. No matter what, please don't forget the one million yuan."
Baoji City is indeed a blessed place.
Fairy mist fills the streets and alleys.
…
The other old men were all frightened when they heard what the old magician said, and they all backed away, gave way, and hid far away.
Several old men looked at the young Taoist priest curiously.
This white man with long blond hair had a look of anticipation and joy on his face.
The young Taoist priest nodded seriously and said, "Okay."
"In the Pure Yang lineage, I am number one," the young Taoist priest said with a smile on his face: "The green is better than the blue."
"My master is really broad-minded."
The white fire dagger in the white man's hand exploded, and his left and right hands and legs had sword marks that were as deep as the bone. He suddenly lost the ability to move and collapsed.
…
Lao Wangtou said thoughtfully: "Then in your current identity, you are also using a trumpet, right?"
His figure flashed.
Old Zhengtou immediately said with disdain: "You are blind, you are not an old man, it is a small way, okay?"
"Pfft, your master really dares to give you a title."
Wow.
Compared with the so-called "heroes" they had sent away before, this was different. Moreover, this little Taoist priest was too handsome, like a woman, with a feminine air.
The old magic stick nodded slightly and said: "Well, if you can wear the Yin Yang Bagua Taoist robe and wield two swords, you should be the contemporary successor of Chunyang. However, let alone, with your boastful ability, you are indeed better than Your master was much stronger back then, and he can be said to be better than his master."
The old magic stick looked at the back of the young Taoist priest and suddenly said: "Little guy, what is your Taoist name?"
"court death."
The young Taoist priest said: "Well... Senior, do you know? The sun's lifespan is still 5 billion years."
"You have really learned a lot about your master's shameless skills, Xiao Bu Mie, don't blame me for not reminding you. Jin Tai Guan is not as simple as it seems. If you break into someone else's lair, be careful and burn your butt."
"This kid is too thin. He probably won't be able to withstand my punch." Lao Wangtou shook his head, folded his arms and looked up, deciding not to take action for fear of killing someone.
"Fuck you." Lao Zhangtou and Lao Wangtou looked confused: "You can still be so shameless."
"My successor?" The old magic stick touched his chin, thought about it seriously, then counted with his fingers, and after a while, said: "It should come to Baoji City soon. Just wait a little longer. You have to wait for thousands of years." When we get down, it won’t be more than a day or two.”
"It turns out that this place is called Fulong Bend. In Chinese mythology, the dragon seems to be an auspicious spirit beast."
The young Taoist priest saluted gracefully, turned around and left the Randen Temple.
Bang bang bang bang!
Dense sword lights appeared around his body, layer upon layer, like a peacock spreading its tail, blocking all psychic beams and breaking them into pieces.
"The Buddha Immeasurable Life, the Taoist name is 'Immortal'."
The old magic stick chuckled: "But since you want to play, let's play something big this time." The old magic stick chuckled and sat down, then raised his hand to greet the others: "Old Zhangtou, Lao Wang Boss, come and play with us."
"This donkey is really good. There is not a trace of stray hair. It is very handsome." Old Zheng stared at the little black donkey with his head almost drooling and said: "What a good donkey, dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground. Donkey meat must be delicious when grilled."
Oh shit.
"roll."
Ding!
…
He jumped off the donkey's back and tied it to the horse post at the entrance of Randen Temple. He picked up some weeds and threw them to the donkey's mouth. Then he walked in step by step and sat down naturally on the mahjong table. Opposite: "Please."
"We? No, you are mistaken, it is not us, but me." The young man adjusted his glasses frame with his right hand and said, "I am God."
The young Taoist priest looked up at him without speaking, his eyes calm.
Hearing this, the young Taoist priest was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said: "Thank you, Senior Yu, for the compliment. I don't know where Senior Yu's descendant is, whether he is in the temple. Please show up and fight with me to fulfill the agreement we made back then." , so that I can retrieve the [Pure Yang Sword]."
However, the young Taoist priest stood up and said calmly: "I agree, I have just won one million yuan, please send me to the Jintai Temple within three days, senior Yu."
The old magician glanced at him angrily and said: "You should eat less donkey whip in the future, you are almost bleeding... To be honest, it's just this donkey, it might eat you, you eat it?" Just study with me for another twenty years."
In the narrow alley, footsteps could be heard from behind.
"Hey? You're really here. I was just being polite." said the old magic stick.
All this made Wang Shiwu understand that the several white men who appeared before and after him were probably targeting him. This was not the first time he had encountered a similar scene, but it was the first time that the ambushers were foreigners.
At the same time, two other white practitioners had psychic rifles appearing in their hands, spitting tongues of fire from their muzzles, and fired rapidly at Wang Shiwu.
I can't tell if this is a sarcasm or a compliment.
"so smart?"
The old magic stick: "..."
The power of psychic guns is extremely powerful and can easily hurt innocent people. These foreign cultivators obviously do not care about the lives and lives of ordinary people around them when they act like this... Such people deserve to die.
"Oh, when I used to travel around the world, I used a trumpet, named Yu." The old magic stick said casually.
There are strange energy fluctuations flickering in the air.
Li Mu, this little bastard, is still fooling around outside. He should go back to Baoji.
"Tell me earlier."
"Master Li, your surname is Li, why did that little cow nose teach you Senior Fish?" Old Zhangtou came over curiously.
He felt a hint of threat from this white man, something he had never felt before.
Two white people's heads flew into the air.
"Huh? He's a very experienced person." Old Zhangtou was surprised.
You kid, you are about to meet your opponent.
An hour later.
The young Taoist priest saluted outside the temple, mounted his donkey lithely, jingled his bells, and disappeared into the darkness of the mountain road at night.
Below, where the Wei River flows, there is a huge artificial reservoir with rippling blue waves.
The young Taoist priest nodded and said, "So why do I need money? What does it have to do with you?"
"Grow, grow, sprout quickly, grow into a towering tree, the glory of our Lord is about to come, and Yongle Paradise will reappear in the world, hahaha."
The old magic stick laughed and said: "You are asked to take the sword? It seems that your master thinks highly of you and lets you take the sword alone."
The conversation ends here.
Wang Shiwu's face showed anger.
"Can't afford it?"
The old magician said shamelessly: "You are a monk and a monk, what do you want the money for? It's of no use at all, why not forget it."
He took out an apple that glowed green with a bite mark on it. A faint fragrance flowed out from the exposed flesh. He closed his eyes and took an intoxicating sniff of the fragrance. He took the apple, It was thrown directly into the reservoir below.
A young Caucasian man with gold-rimmed glasses and a slender figure walked towards the end of the alley and said in fluent Chinese: "It is indeed the sword in [The Legend of Piano and Sword Heroes], with its powerful cultivation and superb skills." Combat skills, these are not earthly skills, have you received inheritance from heaven?"
The old man was speechless.
The young Taoist priest was riding on the back of a donkey. He didn't pay any attention to these old people. His expression fell on the old magic stick, and he bowed slightly and said: "My master ordered me to come and retrieve the [Pure Yang Sword]. I don't know." Senior Yu, are you willing to return the sword?"
A look of solemnity appeared on Wang Shiwu's face.
"Retreat first out of respect."
Sparks sputter.
The old magic stick touched his chin, thoughtfully.
Several other old men also looked at the young Taoist priest with curious eyes.
The old magic stick observed the young Taoist priest carefully and pointed to the mahjong table in front of him on a whim, saying: "Since we are here, why not come over and play a few games?"
The white man with long blond hair, with a pair of angel wings behind his back that ordinary people cannot see, stands at the top of Fulong Bend and can basically overlook the entire Baoji City.
"Junior, I take my leave."
"The person who killed you."
The old magic stick swept the mahjong on the table to the ground with a slap.
"who are you?"
Wang Shiwu was holding the fried dough sticks, bean curd and pickled mustard he had just bought, and looked warily at the blond white man blocking the way in front of him.
"die."
"I know." The old magic stick was silent for a long time, as if he had discovered a new world, and said: "Your master is so anxious and asks you to come and get the sword, maybe it is not because he thinks you can really get the [Pure Yang Sword]. It’s because he may not be able to stand your venomous snake mouth anymore.”