「嘁～嘁～嘁～」
Although the fisherman saw the cold light shining in Qian Yunsheng's hand, it was extremely sharp. But he sneered without any fear, shouted softly, and the fishing rod in his hand was like a snake, coming to grab Qian Yunsheng's wrist.
As for Lu Shaoyou, who was watching carefully from the sidelines, he was convinced that this person was obviously a cultivator of immortality, but he was willing to use martial arts skills. For a moment, I didn't know what kind of medicine the other party was selling in the gourd, so I simply grabbed the spiritual power with my wrist and didn't draw it out, preparing to take a closer look first.
On the contrary, even though the weapon the fisherman used was quite strange, his skill was not inferior to that of the current masters.
In particular, although its fishhook looks extremely soft, its length makes it shorter and its strength is more ingenious, making it even more difficult to wrap around than an ordinary soft whip.
This made Lu Shaoyou secretly sweat for the Qian escort in front of him. He not only hoped that he could win with one move, but also worried that if the other party was unable to resist, the situation would only get worse.
On the contrary, the escort master Qian said "haha" three times, and backhanded the long knife three times with "shuashua", using the most common military sword techniques. But who would have expected that there would be blood on the long knife.
This kind of blood color is rare for people who have been fighting in the army all year round, so although these three swords are all ordinary moves.
However, with this brave look, he was able to defeat all of the fisherman's strange and mysterious tricks.
"good!"
Even Lu Shaoyou had never thought about how to defeat the three strange moves of the other party, apart from cultivating immortals, so he couldn't help but burst out cheering.
But he never thought that Qian Yunsheng had really fought for his life on the Nanman frontline back then. Not to mention that he was born and died several times later, so whether it was the skill or the color of blood, they were all genuine.
As for the fisherman, seeing that the escort in front of him seemed to be very capable, he couldn't help but let out a light sigh, and the pride on his face suddenly disappeared.
But his expression darkened even more because of this. After all, he didn't really want to compete with the reckless man in front of him in martial arts, but wanted to force the young man to take action.
Therefore, when he saw that the three moves were unable to stop the opponent, and instead he was taken a few steps closer by the opponent, he simply hatched a poisonous plan.
I saw him shaking his hand, suddenly pulling the fishhook that had been forced out by Qian Yunsheng into the outer circle, and then gently stroking it. When he shook his hand again, the yellow fishhook turned into pools of blue.
In this way, if the fishhook was even touched by the escort, it would be fatal. But if that young man came to the rescue, wouldn't it confirm his identity as an immortal cultivator?
But what the fisherman didn't expect was that just as he shook his hand to pull out the fishhook again, the escort actually took it out of his arms and shouted loudly at the same time:
"It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating, so you can take a shot from me!" After saying that, he shook his hand and punched out a big lump.
You must know that this person is just deliberately not showing the skills of an immortal cultivator, not because he really has no spiritual consciousness. Therefore, when he saw the big lump that Qian Yunsheng had punched out, his nose immediately became angry.
It turned out that what Qian Yunsheng was shaking his hands and spitting out was nothing else but a very smelly shit. I don't know when he kept it in his arms, but now he threw it out.
What was even more difficult for the fisherman to accept was that he, a dignified immortal cultivator, was hit by a piece of shit during a fight with someone. If this spread, wouldn't he be completely embarrassed?
After all, throughout the ages, no one has ever heard of any immortal cultivator being hit by feces. For such a clear loss, even if he kills the other party, it is probably difficult to resolve his hatred.
Therefore, he didn't care about the fishhook he had just thrown out, so he had to shorten his body and use the skill of a thousand catties drop in the martial arts world, trying to avoid this piece of shit first.
But little did he know that this time he had revealed his identity as an immortal cultivator. After all, Qian Yunsheng's stool was wrapped in a ball of yellow oil paper.
If he was really a martial artist, he would only be able to dodge slightly and avoid the vital points. Although it is inevitable that he will be splashed with dirt, at least the accuracy of his fishhook will never be missed.
But now that he was evading in such a big way, he not only exposed his hiding place, but also fell into the hands of Qian Yunsheng.
In his eyes, there was a sneer, and the cold light made three "swish, swish, swish" sounds.
One knife came close to him, one knife cut off the fisherman's fishing rod, and the other knife pointed directly at the fisherman's chest. He snorted coldly: "Where do you think a thief dares to imitate others in cutting fishing rods?"
"Thank you, Mr. Qian, for your good moral character. Kneel down, kowtow three times, and leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless!"
"ah!!!"
How could that fisherman ever be so insulted by a mortal? After all, he was just pretending to be a fisherman, just playing in the world, and was not really a fisherman. Naturally, he still had the pride of a cultivator in his bones.
Now, he was soaked in filth by a mortal. Not only did he lose his armor, but he also had a knife pointed directly at his chest and made him kowtow three times.
For him, if this matter comes to this, no matter whether he knocks or not, his reputation in this life will be completely ruined.
Therefore, he didn't care about the Black Hand's instructions to hide his whereabouts in Zhengdao's territory and visit secretly. There was a surge of black energy on his face, and he had to kill the two people in front of him immediately.
As for Lu Shaoyou on the side, he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, this humble escort chief actually restrained him.
But in this way, it seemed to anger the other party, so much so that he was about to provoke the other party to take action. In this case, wouldn't he be self-defeating and be forced to reveal his hidden possessions?
He also secretly regretted it. Once his spiritual power was lifted, he could no longer care about anything else. Be prepared to fight back as soon as the other party takes action. You must first pass the level in front of you.
But he didn't expect that the black energy suddenly erupted from the opponent's body. Suddenly, from mid-air, a holy and jade-like palm suddenly came down.
This palm is so pure and delicate, but at the same time it has a sense of sacredness, so that immediately everything around it seems to be filled with auspiciousness, and it makes everyone's hearts become peaceful.
On the other hand, the black energy on the fisherman's face suddenly rose and disappeared. At the same time, his teeth were trembling, and his body was like a sieve of chaff. Where could there be any trace of the violent energy just now?
On the contrary, in mid-air, as the jade hand stretched out, a cold voice was heard saying calmly: "The remnants of the black hand will not be punished!"
"ah!!!"
At this time, the fisherman had just made the second syllable of "ah". It can be seen that suddenly, the heavy pressure just now caused the spiritual power on his body to suddenly reverse, and he was seriously injured immediately.
On the contrary, Lu Shaoyou's eyes narrowed as he looked at a fairy-like holy figure floating down in the air. His aura was as deep as the sea.
Even if the fisherman on the opposite side started to fight with all his strength, even if he wanted to use the golden elixir in his dantian to explode himself, he couldn't do it.
Then I saw Escort Qian moving his head left and right, amazed by the strange scene in front of him. He didn't realize at all that in just a short period of time, he had actually passed through the gate of hell several times.
I couldn't help but scream in my heart, secretly wondering what evil had happened to me? Ever since the Ziyang Sect, I have been quite unlucky along the way.
Looking at the current situation, I'm afraid it's even worse. The person he is likely to face soon may be much scarier than the Black Hand?
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