When He Qiulin came out, his face was green. He probably heard the sloppy Taoist priest's shrewish curses from all the way.
He glared at the slovenly Taoist priest behind the fat black man, and said through gritted teeth: "Which bastard was scolding you just now? Stand up for me!"
The fat black man chuckled and took two steps forward: "It's you, Grandpa Hei. I scold you because I look down on you, but when I look at you, I know you are from a famous family and you have something."
He Qiulin looked stern, and after hearing Fatty Black say that he was from a famous family, he said with some pride: "How did you know that?"
"This is not simple. Marshal Tianpeng is your ancestor, right? He looks really similar, hahaha..." The fat black man burst out laughing.
This fat black man's mouth is quite bad, and he doesn't even utter curse words when he curses people.
One sentence made He Qiulin furious. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you? Why are you cursing at my door? Do you think you have a long life?"
"Where are the people you captured? Release them quickly. Mr. Hei has no time to talk nonsense with you here. Hand him over and spare your life. Don't delay Mr. Hei from going to Yangma at night." Fatty Hei said impatiently.
"Where is Master Yunxuan?" He Qiulin looked around and then understood why we came.
"I am your Grandpa Yunxuan. I disguised myself last night, didn't you notice?" the sloppy Taoist priest chuckled.
"It turned out to be a fake master of the Maoshan Sect. Why are you so vulnerable? You little bastards dare to come here to save people. I think you are here to die." With that, He Qiulin waved his hand. The group of people behind us immediately gathered around us, surrounding us.
This time, He Qiulin brought out hundreds of people. The two swordsmen who fought last night and the bald man holding the dragon stick are all here.
The four guardians stood beside He Qiulin.
"Leader, I will take down this arrogant fat black man!" The bald man stood up, holding the Coiling Dragon Stick in his hand, shouted loudly, raised the stick in his hand, and smashed it directly towards the fat black man.
The fat black man glanced at the bald head and was picking his teeth with a toothpick in his hand.
The stick in the bald man's hand was roaring like wind and thunder.
Just when the stick was about to hit the fat black man's head, he saw the fat black man's other hand suddenly pull out a ruler from behind and slap it towards the bald head.
The ruler in his hand looks about the same size as my canopy ruler, but its power is terrifying.
As soon as it was pulled out, a huge projection appeared on the ruler, covering the sky and the earth.
There was also a golden light emitting from the ruler.
After a loud "bang", I looked at the bald head again, and was directly hit by the fat black man and flew out more than ten meters away. The man hit the wall heavily and turned into a blood mist.
There was also a big hole in the wall.
The corpse exploded immediately, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and bones and debris flying everywhere.
A living person, and a very powerful master at that, was directly beaten to pieces by him. He really exploded.
It was enough to show how terrifying the ruler in his hand was.
Seeing this scene, the sloppy Taoist priest and I were frightened.
Damn it, this is too fierce, it is simply inhuman.
Not only were we frightened, but He Qiulin also gasped and took several steps back. The eyes of the group of people behind him were full of fear when they looked at the fat black man.
Fatty Hei held a ruler in his hand and walked straight towards He Qiulin. While picking his teeth, he said: "Let the people out and the women in your manor. Master Hei is in a good mood today and doesn't want to kill too many people. You can Spare your life."
"Too arrogant!" He Qiulin was furious. He stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was a red magic sword in his hand. His whole body was filled with blood and energy, and he instantly climbed to the extreme. He called the four guardians around him and rushed straight towards the fat man. passed.
"You really don't know how to live or die, let Mr. Hei play for you." Fatty Hei said, and when he made a mistake in his steps, he rushed forward with the ruler in his hand.
The sloppy Taoist priest and I were both confused, and we didn't recover from the shock for a while.
I looked at Kasang next to me and asked, "Kasang, what kind of magic weapon is that ruler in his hand? It's so powerful!"
"That is one of China's top ten artifacts, the Heavenly Measurement Ruler. It can destroy heaven and earth, and is extremely powerful. He Qiulin is definitely no match for Uncle Hei." Kasang said very calmly.
Only after seeing Fatty Hei take action did he know what it means to be a master among masters.
That's simply indescribable.
The measuring ruler in his hand is unstoppable.
Every time he waved it, a huge projection appeared behind the ruler, as if the sky was falling.
As long as he is hit by his measuring ruler, he will either die or be disabled.
The huge projection hit the ground and created a huge deep pit.
He Qiulin could still take two or three moves from Fatty Black, but the four guardians around him and the two swordsmen couldn't get close to him at all.
After a few moves, the fat black man hit a master next to He Qiulin with a ruler.
The man died miserably. His head was struck into his chest, his body was half shorter, and his feet sank into the ground.
The fat black man rushed forward, pressing He Qiulin and the men around him step by step, beating them until they were unable to resist.
After a few more moves, the two swordsmen were also beaten to death by the fat black man with a ruler.
He Qiulin saw the people around him falling continuously, and after roaring angrily, countless red blood threads began to separate from his body, and they all wrapped around the fat black man.
He Qiulin was able to swallow the cultivation level and blood essence of a person through these red blood threads.
I was about to warn the fat black man to be careful, but before I could speak, I saw the fat black man shake, and a large piece of red mist flew out from his body.
If you look carefully, you will see that it is not mist, but a large number of tiny insects, red mustache insects, flying towards the red blood threads released by He Qiulin.
Those red mustache insects entangled the red blood threads, and after a while, they swallowed them clean.
However, those red mustaches did not give up and flew straight towards the men behind He Qiulin.
A few people didn't know what was going on, but they were wrapped up by those red mustache bugs.
They howled in pain and fell to the ground one by one.
In just two or three minutes, all those people were eaten by red mustache insects and turned into white skeletons.
He Qiulin's big move didn't work, and his face suddenly changed with fear. He stopped the red bloodshot streaks on his body and called to the people behind him: "Quickly retreat!"
