Thinking that this would be his residence from now on, Bell carefully drove the soul tiger to avoid destroying too many things. However, only four people came out of Weilou, one was sixty or seventy years old, and the three younger ones were only thirteen or fourteen years old.
The old man heard the noise outside and thought there was a riot. When he came out, he saw a high white wall blocking his eyes. When he raised his head, he saw two black lanterns.
Several little ghosts around him were startled, thinking they had met a monster. The old man remained calm and saw the person behind Soul Tiger. The old man put one hand behind his back, stroking his beard and said: "What are these people from somewhere doing to break into my prestigious building?"
When Huzi saw that it was an old man with a few kiddies, he felt compassion and whispered to Muziyun: "It's unethical to rob the old and weak. Forget it, let's go elsewhere."
Although the voice was small, it reached the ears of the old man. The old man laughed loudly and said: "Young people are scary. You are brave and knowledgeable, but you are also so stupid. Leave this place quickly, otherwise you will kill a few people."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Tianmu had already rushed in front of the soul tiger. With a gesture, an air blade came out. The old man remained calm and allowed the air blade to hit his body. However, he didn't expect that his clothes would be torn, and he would still be injured. A wound was made.
"Huh?" The old man touched the wound with both hands, then looked at Fang Tianmu and said, "Do you have this strength?"
"Try this again!" Mu Ziyun suddenly flew up and punched a fire fist forward. The old man remained motionless, and the flames burned the ground brightly. After a long time, he calmed down and saw that the old man's face was ruddy and there was a drop of sweat on his forehead. He didn't know what posture he was in before he was hit, or what posture he was in now. He stared at Mu Ziyun, with a hint of teasing in his words: "This one is much weaker. It can't be ranked in the middle of the list."
"Damn it!" Mu Ziyun clenched his fists and said angrily.
Bell controlled the soul tiger to fall forward, trying to swallow the old man. The old man felt a gust of wind and muttered: "It's all in vain?" He didn't resist and entered the mouth of the soul tiger. In an instant, his face was ferocious and in great pain, and he jumped out with his right foot. When he left, he seemed to be pulled by hundreds of claws. After his clothes were torn, his face was stained with color.
The old man spread his arms to protect the three brats, took a few steps back, carefully weighed the soul tiger, and thought to himself: "A good trick can actually break a person's spirit. Right now, I am the only one left in Weilou, and those people Those who go out to announce the results don’t know when they will come back, and a few brats can’t help, so it’s better to act according to circumstances.”
Looking at those people again, the old man said in his heart: "This girl should only be able to control this big guy. As long as she is killed, the big guy won't be afraid. The fire-breathing kid is not very strong and can be ignored. Then the knife The boy is a good player, and it’s really good to have Zizi as his disciple, but I still don’t know how strong the boy holding the hammer is.”
Thinking of this, the old man stretched out his hand to the sky and grabbed something, and something fell out of thin air. From a distance, it was only a few feet long. It looked like a millstone. The closer the thing got, the bigger it got. If you look closely, it looked like a horse's hoof. He stepped on Hu Zi.
Hu Zi didn't dare to neglect, he put weight on his legs, took a step forward and lowered his body. He carried the three-sided sky stone hammer on his right shoulder and swung it back. When the thing came close, he swung the hammer to hit the hoof. Smashing it down, there was a muffled sound, and the thing was smashed down. Huzi was so pressed that he couldn't breathe, and pressed his chin to the ground. He increased the intensity of the heavy area again, returned the hammer, and used both hands to lift the hoof. stand up.
The old man moved his fingers, and the hoof suddenly disappeared. The old man thought: "It's just average, only above the fire-breathing boy."
While thinking about it, Fang Tianmu had already drawn a talisman smoke in front of him. Light appeared in the smoke. Fang Tianmu pulled out the red knife and slashed forward, shooting out a blazing beam of light.
The old man clasped his hands together and turned half way. Suddenly, a city wall appeared in front of him. After the light beam passed through, it did not come to the old man, but continued to penetrate the wall that came from nowhere. Houses, bridges, even taverns, and academies, but the light beam was only one foot long from the old man, and those objects that appeared out of thin air disappeared immediately after being penetrated.
After more than ten breaths, the light pillar disappeared, and the old man stood there without any damage. Even Fang Tianmu had a look of confusion on his face.
Huzi said: "Is it possible that he is no longer a Long person, but a person of a higher realm?"
The old man replied calmly: "No, I'm just a trancer, the kid with the knife. Tell me your name."
Fang Tianmu ignored it and looked at the old man coldly. The old man snorted and said, "How about this? If you can cut my clothes again, I will give up the prestige building. How about that?"
"I'm coming!" Mu Ziyun was about to use his fire technique.
The old man waved his hand without looking and said, "I'm referring to him, not you." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burning sound. The old man turned his head and saw a burning man rushing over violently. "Hoho?" The old man turned around to attack, and parts of many buildings appeared in front of him. Although the flames moved much slower than light, their momentum was stronger.
The old man clasped his hands together again, and saw many strange objects appearing in all directions. Maybe it was a fallen stone pillar, or dozens of sharp spears thrust neatly into Muziyun. There were even tables and wine bottles. Although they were ordinary objects, But each one weighs a thousand kilograms, and even the small wine glass can make a deep hole in the ground.
Mu Ziyun and Huo Zhu worked together to push away the smashed objects. Unexpectedly, a big copper bell appeared out of thin air next to the back of his head. The bang made Mu Ziyun dizzy. His feet slipped and he sat on the ground.
Hu Zi hurried over to protect him, but the old man stopped his hand and said with disdain: "It turns out that he has some strength that is worth seeing, but it is still far from enough." Then he pointed at Fang Tianmu and said, "Boy, come here. As long as you scratch your clothes, you win."
"I'll do it." Lingdang suddenly rode on the Soul Tiger's head and said, "Old man, I'll beat you." Just after saying that, another big copper bell went down from the top of Lingdang's head, passed through the Soul Tiger, and smashed into the ground. The bell vibrated in the bell, making him dizzy. He vomited a few mouthfuls of bitter water, then fell down, and the soul tiger disappeared immediately.
Fang Tianmu frowned, and a violent aura suddenly burst out. It was not as violent as Mu Ziyun, nor as flamboyant as a bell, but it was as deep as the sea and steady. He held the handle of the knife in front of him with both hands, and then raised it to the top of his head. After closing his eyes, the scabbard was wrapped with a few wisps of strong wind, and energy was continuously gathered from nowhere, Muzi Cloud, Huzi and Bell. Everyone felt that a lot of energy had been drained from their bodies, even the old man was no exception.
The strong wind then locked onto the scabbard, and the black sword doubled in length, and was covered in a dark light. The moment he opened his eyes, Fang Tianmu slashed forward.
There was silence at first, then a small gust of wind blew, and then the ground parted as easily as tearing cloth, and black blades from thick to thin appeared from the cracks, like the dorsal fin of a shark leaking on the sea, moving towards the old man. Kill it.
A few feet in front of the old man, city walls and houses appeared layer by layer. After being torn to pieces, they were immediately replaced by stronger objects, as if the entire city had been moved, but the black blade never weakened. After a pause, he finally hit the old man.
Sure enough, the old man had other means to say something and used another Long Technique. A purple-winged monster appeared behind the old man. Its head looked like a bat, its arms were not only swollen but also long, and its legs were Like a toad. The monster held the old man in his arms and resisted the black blade for him.
At the moment of contact, the monster's flesh and blood was minced, leaving only the skeleton. The old man took advantage of this half-breath to quickly break away from the monster and escape to the side.
The black blade was forcibly dispersed by Fang Tianmu before it hit Wei Lou. After that, Fang Tianmu half-knelt on the ground, panting so hard that he even placed the knife directly on the ground.
The old man was sweating profusely, staring at Fang Tianmu with gleaming eyes, and sighed in a low voice: "I can't let such a person run away." Then he waved to the few kiddies behind him to come over, and followed Fang Tianmu. He said: "My surname is Xiu. This majestic building belongs to you. See you again when we are destined."
After the old man left with the kids, Mu Ziyun and the others finally realized what they were doing. Lingdang squatted down next to Fang Tianmu, worshiping him and saying happily: "Brother Mu, what kind of skills have you learned? It's so amazing."
Mu Ziyun didn't say anything, but he had to admit in his heart how powerful this kid was, but he still felt annoyed. Is his strength really that weak?
Huzi opened the door first and took one look into the Weilou before he was stunned.
