Chen Xiaomu was confronting the old Taoist. Although he did not dare to raise his head while distracted, his whole body was enveloped in the pressure of the monster swooping down. This old thief actually used the sky and the ground to attack from both sides! What to do? There is no way out, don't fight.

If you do it, there is only one way to die below. In a flash of thought, Chen Xiaomu suddenly yelled at the old Taoist: "Go to hell!"

At this time, the old man was secretly proud that his plan was about to succeed. He was suddenly startled by this roar, thinking that the black guy in Chen Xiaomu's hand was about to show off his power again, so he subconsciously took several steps back.

With a "click", Chen Xiaomu seized the fleeting opportunity, quickly inserted the magazine into the gun, and was about to push the bullet into the hall. At this time, the monster had already swooped over, and it was about to catch Chen Xiao with its sharp claws.

On the wood, at the critical moment, a white light flashed, and along with a scream, the monster's body was cut into two parts from the middle by this white light! But the strange thing is that this white light remained after cutting the monster.

It can turn another corner and fly back to the hand of a veiled woman in white who is more than ten feet away from here. It is quite like an artifact from the world that Chen Xiaomu traveled to, a boomerang.

"Wow!" Chen Xiaomu took this opportunity to push the pistol bullet into the hall, and his heart that had been holding it finally dropped. But he didn't expect that he was no longer in the eyes of the old Taoist at this moment. He only saw the old Taoist saying angrily to the woman in white in the distance: "

Is it the Snow Goddess coming over?"

"Haha!" The woman in white heard the question and suddenly laughed like a silver bell, then sarcastically said: "Old Niubi, you have recognized the wrong person."

"Who are you, Snow Goddess?" the old Taoist asked.

The woman in white said disdainfully: "Old Niubi, you have gone too far! What is my relationship with Snow Goddess, why should I tell you?"

The old Taoist's face darkened and he said arrogantly: "Huh, stinky girl, do you think you can still control me if you tell me today?"

The woman in white didn't show any signs of weakness and replied, "Old Niubi, did I give you a face today? How dare you speak to my aunt like this?"

The old Taoist was extremely angry and said loudly: "Okay, I will teach you the Feihong Sword Technique of the Snow Goddess again today and see if there is any improvement compared to more than ten years ago!"

Before he finished speaking, the old Taoist couldn't wait to fly towards the woman in white. Chen Xiaomu was so angry that he roared behind him: "Hey, old Taoist thief, do you think that this young master is nothing? It's up to you to decide whether to fight or not?"

"Noisy" the old Taoist didn't look back, he just swept back with the whisk in his hand. At this moment, Chen Xiaomu's chest seemed to have been pushed hard by a pair of invisible big hands. Along with a burst of pain, his eyesight went dark.

He fell to the ground with a "plop".

When Qingkui saw this, he quickly rolled over and helped Chen Xiaomu, who grinned with his teeth bared, and said urgently: "Master Tongpan, are you okay?"

"Cough, cough." Chen Xiaomu coughed for a while, and finally coughed up a piece of bloody sputum. Then he took a deep breath and said bitterly: "This old thief, from now on, I will beat him every time I see him."

Qingkui suppressed his laughter and echoed over and over again: "Yes, yes, the blind old thing dares to beat even the judge, so he must not be spared lightly!"

Chen Xiaomu seemed to suddenly remember something. He looked at the woman in white who was passing by the old man in the distance like a revolving door, and asked Qing Kui: "Hey, Mr. Qing, is this woman in white the helper you invited?"

Qingkui stroked his beard and said with a wry smile: "Lord Tongpan, to tell you the truth, I have a lot of friends in the world, but I just don't have a woman in white with such superb skills!"

"Is this woman in white good at kung fu?" Chen Xiaomu asked curiously: "I see her and the old thief walking around but not making a move. What is this kung fu?"

Qingkui couldn't help but laugh and said: "Master Tongpan, you don't know something. According to my observation, they should both be top martial arts masters today. To move like this is to compete with internal strength. Only top masters can fight like this.

"

"Oh! This is strange!" Chen Xiaomu pointed to Wei Yu, who was fighting with two Taoist Taoists not far away, and said in his heart: "I think Miss Wei's skills are not bad! One can beat two and still not be inferior.

, isn’t this considered a supreme master?”

"Hey! Mr. Tongpan." Qingkui explained: "As a rule, an expert can watch the door, and an outsider can watch the excitement. Although I am not a martial arts master, I can only be regarded as a middle-ranking figure in the current world. However,

I have traveled extensively and seen the martial arts of many masters in the world. In my opinion, the martial arts that Miss Wei has shown so far can at best be classified into the upper class, not even the top class."

"You martial arts practitioners are still divided into levels?" Chen Xiaomu asked curiously.

Qingkui said: "Of course, people in our martial arts have always been divided into levels. The lowest level is called warrior, and the highest level is called Jueding. In between, there are martial arts master, middle class, superior class and top class."

"Really?" Chen Xiaomu's curiosity was completely aroused, and regardless of the danger he was in, he asked: "Mr. Qing, you are too awesome to be qualified to rank people like you, a group of rebellious people."

Alright?"

"Lord Tongpan, what do you mean by Lars?" Qingkui asked without understanding.

"Oh, oh, I mean, people who can level up with you are very powerful!" Chen Xiaomu knew that he had slipped up again and quickly corrected himself.

Qingkui shook his head: "Master Tongpan, our level is not determined by anyone, but by our own martial arts, which we really achieve!

"Fighted?" Chen Xiaomu asked doubtfully: "Who are you fighting with? You won't just find someone to fight with for fun. The more you fight, the greater your reputation will be, and the higher your level will be, right?"

Qingkui smiled: "Master Tongpan, are we martial arts practitioners so unworthy in your eyes? Are we looking for people to fight everywhere in order to improve our level?"

Chen Xiaomu couldn't help but frown: "Mr. Qing, didn't you say that you can achieve your level by yourself?"

Qingkui stroked his beard and sighed: "Master Tongpan, the fight I mentioned happens every ten years. On the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, the most prominent figures in martial arts from all over the world will gather at the Goddess Peak of Tiantai Mountain in Qin State.

Let’s gather together, then start a martial arts competition, and rank each person’s martial arts level according to their martial arts level!”

Chen Xiaomu nodded, and was about to apologize to Qing Kui for handing over his hand. Just as he raised his hand, he suddenly felt agitated and lost his voice: "Gun, where is my gun?"

"Gun? Lord Tongpan, what is a gun?" Qingkui didn't understand for a moment.

Chen Xiaomu's eyes were scanning the ground around him, while he was making random gestures with his hands in front of him and said: "That's the black bump I just held in my hand."

"Ah! It's that thing!" Qingkui was so frightened that he couldn't help but tremble. He had seen the power of that thing with his own eyes just now, and now he quickly followed Chen Xiaomu to search underground.

As a person who often travels around the world, Qingkui is very experienced in finding items. Qingkui just stood there and calmly glanced around, then immediately locked the target. He quietly approached Chen Xiaomu and moved toward Zhenghe and Zhenghe.

Wei Yuxin, who was fighting with a Taoist boy, pouted at his feet and whispered: "Master Tongpan, look at the object at Miss Wei's feet. Is it what you call a gun?"

When Chen Xiaomu heard this, he followed his gaze and saw the pistol he had lost at Wei Yuxin's feet. Looking at the fight between the three of them, it was obvious that the two Taoist boys could kill them in an instant.

They were also very interested in the thing called the Black Dragon, so the two of them had been desperately trying to force Wei Yuxin back in order to get this object.

Of course, Wei Yuxin knew the importance of this huge weapon at his feet, so how could he let them get away easily? Gradually, the three of them changed from fighting to grabbing this object on the ground. Unfortunately, both sides were evenly matched. Although you come and I

The killing looked fierce, but no one had a chance to succeed.

When Chen Xiaomu saw it, he immediately took out the other pistol tucked in his waist that had an empty magazine and had no time to press the bullet. He quickly pulled out the magazine and pressed the bullet into it.

This time, due to the urgent need, Chen Xiaomu did not have time to fully load the bullets. He only loaded about four or five bullets into the gun. He hurriedly inserted the magazine back into the gun and loaded it. Then he pointed the gun at the two trail boys and was about to shoot. However,

At this moment, he discovered that the two little Taoist boys were not very old, they were both about eleven or twelve years old. At this moment, he softened his heart, even though the current kung fu of these two little Taoist boys was better than that of many adult masters in martial arts.

, but in the words of later generations, they were still just two children after all, and their current evil deeds were just caused by others.

When he thought of being bewitched, Chen Xiaomu immediately thought of the old Taoist. Since these two Taoist boys were his disciples, they must have been bewitched by him. Thinking about the fact that he had just suffered such a big loss from the old Taoist, he suddenly became angry and turned his gun around.

The mouth was pointed at Lao Dao, but before he could pull the trigger, there was only a "bang" sound, and then Lao Dao's body was like a dead leaf, flying backwards two or three feet away.

Before Chen Xiaomu could recover, two screams of "Ah, ah" rang out again. When Chen Xiaomu heard the sound and turned around, he saw that the two little Taoist boys had turned into two headless corpses, lying in a pool of blood.

, only the little body is still twitching slightly at this time!

Chen Xiaomu suddenly felt unbearable and couldn't help blaming Wei Yu: "They are still children, how can you bear the pain and kill them?"

Wei Yuxin rolled his eyes at him and teased: "Master Tongpan, otherwise, tomorrow I will go with you to the Huayan Temple outside Xinjing City, move down the big Buddha from the main hall, and then let you sit on it

The location, do you think this is good?"

Chen Xiaomu was so stunned that he couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to explain with a wry smile: "Miss Wei, you have misunderstood my intentions! In fact, what I want to say is that these two little Taoists came to fight against us because they were bewitched by the old Taoist.

We should keep them alive at a young age and give them a chance to understand right from wrong."

When Wei Yuxin heard this, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Didn't you see that these two brats used tricks on me, all of which were killing moves? Did I die in the hands of these two brats?

Comfortable?”

As soon as Wei Yuxin said these words, Chen Xiaomu was immediately stunned and speechless. He didn't know martial arts, so he could tell whether someone was using a killing move or not. Just when the atmosphere was awkward, the woman in white had already arrived.

When she came to him, she first gave him a blessing gift, then looked at Chen Xiaomu with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, lightly opened her red lips and said softly: "The little girl Zhou Huanhuan has met Mr. Tongpan."
Chapter completed!