The sunset opened the night, but suddenly there was a burst of yelling outside the palace.
Following the sound, the vendors shrank and entered the house one by one. Everyone's cheeks were branded with slap marks. The marks were fresh and neat, as if they had just been stamped with the same technique.
A skinny young man followed behind, looking very angry. The young man has an eagle-headed head and a fierce look in his triangular eyes, full of violence.
He looked left and right, cursing, even looking at the practitioners in the hall as if they were nothing, and cursed: "Broom star! The business is bleak all day long because of these people who have suffered a thousand cuts." Looking at this scene, it is the general who is here. They were all scolded in passing.
There were a lot of people in the house, and the vendors were humiliated and bumped into. They were all so ashamed that they were ashamed.
The young man was blocked in front of the hall and became increasingly angry. He suddenly raised his legs and kicked all the vendors aside.
The people who were trying to warm up the fire were not quite at ease, but they were actually frightened by this man's fierce appearance. They all frowned and remained silent, and the lively atmosphere suddenly became deserted.
The young man raised his foot and kicked the most unpleasant vendor over by the fire pit. Then he stepped forward and picked it up. He opened his bow from left to right and gave it a full seven or eight blows before finally giving up.
Ren Xiaoyao used the firelight to see the young man's face clearly, and said in a voiceless voice: "Xie Xiu Mao Feng!"
It is indeed the infamous fusion stage evil cultivator Mao Feng. He is ruthless and is accustomed to taking things by force. He has bullied many disciples of the sect with his vicious and despicable eagle claws.
Although many monks have the intention to punish rape and eradicate evil, they suffer from the erratic appearance and elusive whereabouts of the thief. Unexpectedly, he is hiding in the deserted Menglu City.
Mao Feng turned his head and looked around, and said in a bad tone: "Ren Xiaoyao, a defeated general, still dare to come here?"
The cultivators were horrified when they heard this. The genius of the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect had actually been defeated by this person!
Ren Xiaoyao sneered and said: "Three burrows of thieves and cunning rabbits. I am lucky to bump into you here today. It is the time to wash away the shame."
Mao Feng yawned and said, "In the past, the dignified Young Master Ren almost turned into a little eunuch. Now that his hair has grown, are you looking for face?" Turning his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Qu Yuyi's beautiful face, and he immediately screamed again. He said: "My dear, I am not convinced that this extremely beautiful lady has taken advantage of me."
The thief's lust suddenly became intense, and by some strange combination of circumstances, he moved his hand toward Qu Yuyi's delicate dimple that was about to be broken.
Qu Yuyi's murderous intention suddenly arose, and he suddenly heard Mao Feng's strange cry of "Ouch". He withdrew his palm and threw out a piece of red-hot charcoal in a panic.
Everyone in the room was confused and didn't know how this guy could hold this thing in his hand.
Yan Ci laughed and said, "Be careful with your dirty paws. Even if your skinny hooves are cooked, they are not worth drinking."
Mao Feng was astonished and thought to himself, could this careless young man be up to something secretly? He has been in the world for many years and has always had smooth sailing. Don't let his boat capsize in the gutter today.
Seeing him struggling, the group of cultivators felt a sense of shared hatred.
Mao Feng observed the words and emotions, knowing that public anger is hard to offend. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Everyone has a love for beauty. If a villain has a weak hand and offends a beautiful woman, damn it, damn it." As he said this, he slapped himself gently. Two ears scraped.
He is well aware of the pretentious and generous temperament of decent people, and he always talks about being merciful and forgiving. As long as you give in to him occasionally and say a few flattering words, you can ignore some trivial matters.
Everyone's ears and eyes were soft, and they couldn't bear to see his humble attitude. It seemed that apart from his bad temper, this thief was not as evil as the rumors.
Qu Yuyi is dressed in shredded white clothes, and she is extremely delicate and pretty. How many young and energetic young people want to kiss her, let alone those who are uneducated like Mao Feng.
Mao Feng has already mastered the skills of a scoundrel and a scoundrel.
Who knew that Yan Ci was even more scoundrel than him, he blinked and said, "Now that I have offended a beautiful lady, I should cut off the dog's claws to express my apology."
The audience was speechless and felt that Yan Ci was unreasonable.
Mao Feng was stunned for a moment, looked at his left hand and then his right hand, and said with a sad face: "The villain is afraid of pain."
"It doesn't matter if it hurts a little. A good man treats death as if he were dead. Don't cry and cry at all times." Yan Ci said seriously, "If you are too scared, I don't mind helping you a little." He picked up the iris sword and was about to commit murder.
When Mao Feng saw this, he sat down in the dust and rubbed his legs and feet. With tears and runny nose running down his face, he sobbed: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuahfulou" ..."
The group of cultivators were dumbfounded. No wonder this man was so successful. His ability to bully and fear evil would make many scoundrels die of shame.
Yan Ci looked at it for a while and murmured: "It has a head, a nose, and a mouth, but it has two ears and two eyes. It does look a bit ugly."
After looking left and right, he finally made up his mind and said, "I'll just leave him alone, maybe he'll be prettier."
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately struck with no mercy. Three pieces of sword light slashed Mao Feng's right hand, right eye and right ear.
No one is willing to be easily involved in other people's grievances, not to mention Mao Feng once defeated Ren Xiaoyao. At this time, it was too strange to compromise, so no one said anything to stop him.
After Yan Ci struck up a conversation, Ren Xiaoyao had been watching on the sidelines, and suddenly reminded him: "Brother Yan, be careful, this person is a physical practitioner..."
Physical cultivation focuses on cultivating the strength of the physical body. Compared with Dharma cultivation, once you achieve a little bit, the physical body will be stronger than gold and iron, and its defense power will be astonishing. If he can also practice Taoist skills that allow him to attack from a distance, he is a character that should not be underestimated.
However, human beings' flesh and blood bodies are ultimately limited by their talents. If you want to make achievements on the road of body refining, you must have tenacious perseverance and extraordinary opportunities.
Before Ren Xiaoyao finished speaking, he saw Mao Feng springing up and raising his arms to greet him, click click click! There were three metal collision sounds in succession, and he actually defeated all the sword lights with his arms.
In an instant, Yan Ci saw a claw light running towards the vital part of his abdomen as fast as lightning. The ultimate eagle claw! It's really nasty and sinister.
The cold Yin Qi rushed over, causing Yan Ci to break into a cold sweat.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Qu Yuyi came to help. The Qinglan sword suddenly struck down, and the sword's edge was so dangerous that it could crush it into pieces when its claws touched the body.
The air flow surged, and there was a hot pain in the abdomen. Yan Ci and Qu Yuyi's eyes met, and each other's faces turned red.
If the claws were any closer, I'm afraid Yan Ci would never have the face to meet his ancestors.
Seeing this scene, Ren Xiaoyao was equally ashamed. It really made him feel like he was in an old dream!
Mao Feng missed the target and retreated, while the vendors swarmed up and surrounded the hurried people. This turn of events was unexpected and everyone was dumbfounded.
Mao Feng walked proudly and sneered: "I have admired Tongchenyuan Yanci for a long time, but who would have thought that he is just a young brat."
Yan Ci already knew the reason after hearing this, and said helplessly: "Hey, I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, I'm afraid they will miss me."
Mao Feng said: "Don't say you found the wrong customer. The story about the goddess of Wushan is false. Besides, I don't believe Cuiyuguan's nonsense. Brother Yan might as well just hand over Luo Yinzhu and get on his way."
He glanced at Ren Xiaoyao and said sarcastically: "It's all just the slightest mistake. The two of them have become brothers in need. They are together on the road to hell. It can be considered a good fate."
Yan Ci squinted and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Let's talk about beads after the fight."
Ren Xiaoyao looked at the vendors and advised, "You have been bullied by this thief. Not only do you not want to resist, but you also want to help him?"
The vendors seemed to have suddenly seen something extremely funny, and they could hardly stand upright with laughter. The vendor who was kicked by the fire pit fell down with laughter, and laughed: "Such an ignorant child, I can’t bear to rob you.”
Only then did the group of cultivators realize that they had fallen into someone else's trap.
Mao Feng said slowly: "After this incident, you must be able to understand that seeing is not necessarily believing. You can't even see through the mere tricks of bitter meat. You are too tender, or too tender."
Looking around at the two opposing sides, the cultivators of the Xuanzhao stage are not worth mentioning. Mao Feng's attempt to compete with the three cultivators of the Fusion stage with his own strength seems to be a daydream.
Ren Xiaoyao said: "In such a battle, are you sure of winning?"
Mao Feng looked around and said: "Menglu Miasma occurs in early spring and ends in late autumn. Miasma mother breeds in places with dense miasma. The essence of miasma mother can be extracted from miasma mother. Its color is as bright as gold and has a strange fragrance. Attacking people, if a cultivator inhales excessive amounts, it can take anywhere from half a day to several breaths, and he will inevitably faint, and will never wake up even if his skin is skinned and his bones are dug out."
Ren Xiaoyao secretly looked inside the Dharma body and saw nothing unusual. He couldn't help but doubt it and said, "Your Excellency, are you saying that we have been infected by the spirit of the Miasma Mother?"
Mao Feng bared his teeth and said: "Although the refining process of Miasma Mother Essence is complicated, Mao knows a little bit about it. A sufficient amount of Miasma Mother Essence has been applied to the room. If you burn the tables and chairs and inhale the miasma poison, it is exactly harmful to people." Harm yourself."
The more Mao Feng talked, the better he felt. It was better to deal with the opponent without any loss than to waste his energy in fighting.
Cultivators, look at me, I'll look at you, secretly cursing Yan Ci for being the real bad guy, not only drinking good wine, but also using that broken bead to deceive others.
After waiting for a few breaths, the body of the Dharma was still intact. The group of cultivators couldn't help but be doubtful. Could it be that the plan of suffering flesh and blood was followed by an empty city plan?
Mao Feng felt strange. He had planned his attack at the right time, but why were these people still standing? Could it be that the portion size is still a little off?
It's terrible now. It took a lot of effort to refine just a few. If it's not enough, all the efforts will be wasted.
The subordinates who were waiting eagerly to watch the show hesitated, and their incomprehensible eyes were very confusing.
Mao Feng said sullenly: "Cough, cough, keep your eyes peeled and wait."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Ci was suddenly seen swaying, and his voice was erratic: "I'm dizzy, I'm so dizzy!" Then he fell on the haystack and moaned.
His eyes turned white and he trembled with straw in his arms. His symptoms were no different from those of a miasma poison.
Mao Feng said happily: "Hey, it's done."
The humming sound made everyone panic, but he still managed to stand upright. The group of cultivators were confused and couldn't figure out the situation for a while.
Mao Feng suddenly felt that something was wrong, because Yan Ci kept humming but never fainted. Before he could make any unnecessary moves, he suddenly felt a cold fairy sword pressing against the back of his head.
Qu Yuyi's white clothes and ribbons are like clouds and smoke, and her black eyebrows are slightly frowned, like frost and snow. The Qinglan sword, full of ethereal charm, gently touched the Jade Pillow point on the back of Mao Feng's head.
No one could see clearly how she took action, but there was no doubt that no matter how slight a move of resistance was, or even the slightest sign of absconding, this cold-blooded woman would never begrudge the sword that passed through her skull. At such a close distance, even if the sword energy invades, it can be killed on the spot.
Mao Feng froze, and the cold sword energy slowly seeped into his scalp. Unfortunately, he didn't even dare to move his fingertips, or even shed a cold sweat.
Yan Ci stopped humming and fussing, turned over and put away the look that was about to make her pigtails stand up, and sat up straight, wanting to laugh but holding it back with all her strength, and said: "After this incident, you must understand the principle of not getting carried away before the show is over, and you will use your plan. I can’t even see through it, you are too stupid, or too stupid.”
When a master encounters a masked man, one is more ruthless than the other. Mao Feng remained silent, seemingly ready to surrender.
