Zhang Bufan casually tossed Xiao Jinlian's body and threw it on the ground as if it were a piece of garbage.

He turned around, his eyes were blood red and murderous, and he glared at the withered old man fiercely.

The wizened old man scratched his head and laughed dryly, "Oh, no, it's troublesome. My good disciple is so jealous that he wants to kill me too. It's nerve-wracking, it's really nerve-wracking!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Bufan shouted loudly, stretched out his two sharp claws, like two steel forks, and attacked the withered old man with an extremely domineering momentum.

There was no fear in the eyes of the wizened old man, but instead he was full of helplessness, with a wry smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"A good master like me, old man, would really feel guilty for beating his own good disciple!"

It was too late, but it was fast. Just when Zhang Bufan's claws were less than an inch away from the old man's nose, the old man moved.

When he moved, it was like wind and thunder changing, and the heaven and earth shook.

The speed is fast, reaching the limit.

Xiao Jinlian's movements were also very fast, but a series of afterimages could be seen.

But here with the withered old man, the afterimage does not exist at all.

His movements were as if he were teleporting. In the last breath, he was still standing leisurely. In the next breath, he had taken out the copper cigarette rod from his waist and pointed it forward.

Snapped!

The position where the copper cigarette rod appears appears is as mysterious as it has been calculated for thousands of times.

It was stuck exactly where Zhang Bufan must pass.

As soon as the copper cigarette pole appeared, Zhang Bufan bumped into it.

This feeling was extremely mysterious, not like a wizened old man hitting Zhang Bufan with a copper cigarette pole, but like Zhang Bufan hitting his head against the copper cigarette pole.

boom!

The copper cigarette pole was impartial, avoiding all the ferocious and hard places on Zhang Bufan's body, and hit the fragile center of his eyebrows.

The center of the eyebrow was hit, and there seemed to be a crisp cracking sound.

Zhang Bufan only felt a shudder, and the fierce and domineering power in his body quickly disappeared.

The thick black smoke was knocked back to its original shape, and could no longer maintain Zhang Bufan's Shura appearance. It receded like a tide and turned into a stream of smoke, billowing into the evil ghost statue in Zhang Bufan's arms.

Without the support of the smoke, Zhang Bufan only felt that his hands and feet were paralyzed, and he almost fell to his knees with his legs weak.

However, he was strong-willed and gritted his teeth, insisting on standing unsteadily.

When the wizened old man saw this, he was extremely satisfied. He had an old face full of wrinkles and a bright smile.

"Oh my, my dear disciple, you are so awesome!"

At this moment, the blood in Zhang Bufan's eyes faded away, and his eyes became clear again.

He looked at the smiling old man with a gloomy expression, full of vigilance.

"Senior, who are you?"

The wizened old man heard this and smiled.

"Old man, I am the protector of the Asura Divine Sect, the Five Poison Masters!"

He tried hard to stand up straight with his stooped body, as if he wanted to show off the demeanor of a generation of demon master.

Helpless, the withered old man had no flesh on his body. When he stood up straight, he looked even thinner and thinner, like an old monkey.

Of course, Zhang Bufan would never underestimate him because of this.

Wu Du Zhenren always has a smile on his face and looks harmless to humans and animals. But just now, with a casual move, he easily defeated the Yellow Turban Warrior in seconds.

This wizened old man is anything but simple!

Master Wudu chuckled and looked at Zhang Bufan, his eyes shining as if he were looking at a living treasure.

Even though Zhang Bufan was cold-faced and cold-hearted at the moment, he couldn't help but feel hairy all over when he looked at him.

"Senior, you..."

Master Wu Du waved his hand and said in a feint of anger: "Oh my dear, my dear disciple, what do you call me Senior? I call you Master!"

Zhang Bufan couldn't help being stunned when he heard this.

What, what do you mean?

Master Wudu chuckled, stretched out his hand to make a complicated seal, and muttered something.

"No heaven, all Asuras! The fifty-sixth Dharma Protector of the Divine Sect, the disciple, respectfully invites the Patriarch Dharmakaya!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Bufan felt his chest move, and the evil ghost statue rose into the air and flew into the air.

As soon as the evil ghost statue appeared, the temperature of the whole room suddenly dropped.

Zhang Bufan only felt countless murmuring sounds ringing in his ears, like the shrill wails of evil ghosts, which made people's blood surge and make them feel restless.

The evil ghost statue has a total of three faces, and they all seem to be alive at this moment. They all look at Zhang Bufan with a strange and ferocious smile.

They opened their mouths one after another, revealing their terrifying fangs.

Blood!

We need blood!

Zhang Bufan frowned, his expression extremely ugly.

Damn it, this statue is getting more and more demonic!

If this continues, he won't be able to hold on anymore.

Zhang Bufan's eyes were complicated, and he drew out his sharp blade, preparing to cut off his arm.

At this time, a wrinkled old hand stretched out and blocked Zhang Bufan's knife.

The Master of Five Poisons chuckled and said: "Oh, my good disciple, don't be afraid. The Shura statues of our religious sect are indeed evil. They can break people's minds and eat their flesh and blood at every turn. But don't worry, I am here, my good disciple."

You'll be fine."

With that said, Master Wudu used his magic formula and fired several rays of divine light one after another, which landed on the statue of the evil ghost.

The evil ghost statue struggled reluctantly for a few times and was finally suppressed.

Snapped!

It seemed to have lost all its magic and power, turning into an ordinary statue and falling to the ground.

Master Wudu picked it up and returned it to Zhang Bufan.

Master Wudu was smiling, his eyes were open and closed, and he seemed to have an inexplicable meaning.

Zhang Bufan looked at Master Wu Du. He was now enlightened. He was no longer the ignorant young man before. At this point, how could he still not understand what Master Wu Du meant.

Zhang Bufan took the evil ghost statue with both hands, bowed his head.

"Master, please bow to me, my disciple!"

Wu Du Zhenren was so excited that he stroked his three rat beards, looked up to the sky and laughed like a tall man.

After laughing, Master Wudu stretched out his hand and touched his body for a while. The more he touched his face, the more embarrassed he became. His old face wrinkled into a bitter chrysanthemum.

He laughed dryly, helplessly helped Zhang Bufan up, and said with some embarrassment.

"Oh my dear, dear disciple, my old man has not been very lucky recently and has lost all his money. To tell you the truth, this Taoist robe was temporarily borrowed from someone. Apart from a few personal magic weapons, I only have

I only have one pair of underwear left, this is a welcome gift...hehe..."

Do you need to borrow underwear?

Zhang Bufan looked at the withered old man in shock, his face full of disbelief.

Master Wudu's face turned red when he saw him, he coughed twice, and looked around with his eyes rolling.

Alas, there is!

Master Wudu's eyes suddenly lit up, and his brows lit up with joy.

He reached out and made a move, swallowing the true energy, and a small cloth bag flew up from Xiao Jinlian's body.

Storage bags!

There is a storage bag here, and I think most of Xiao Jinlian's belongings should be hidden in it.

Having made a lot of money from dead people, the Five Poison Masters don't even blush.

He handed the storage bag to Zhang Bufan.

"Oh, my good disciple, you're welcome, come here, take it, take it, take it as a meeting gift from my old man."

Zhang Bufan: "..."

Master Wu Du noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Bufan's expression, and immediately asked with concern: "Oh, my good disciple, why are you looking like this? Is it too young? It doesn't matter, there is more!"

As he said this, Master Wu Du made another move, and a storage bag flew out of Steward Lu's body.
Chapter completed!