Bang!

A little light was bursting out slightly.

Under the lamp, Chen Sanlang and Xiaoyao Fudao sat, both closing their eyes to rest. The Taoist priests were silently reciting the Taoist scriptures, while the scholars were visualizing the silk books, and they were all busy. For them, waiting was a rare leisure time. Sitting alone would never feel bored.

However, the fat shopkeeper who was standing aside to serve him was a sin to stand for a long time with his size and weight. What's more, to show his inferiority, he had to bend his back. After a long time, he felt a burst of soreness and numbness. If he had been longer, his head began to dizzy, his legs began to tremble, and cold sweat came out layer by layer.

But he dared not move.

He could not speculate on the thoughts of scholars and Taoists, but he was afraid that a move would cause misunderstandings and then cause death.

The fat shopkeeper only hoped that the experts on the mountain could come sooner. I believe that after the first group of people were killed, they would definitely attract enough attention from the boss and the others, and then they would come out in full swing. In that case, if the chaos would start fighting, there would be a chance to escape in the chaos.

The fat shopkeeper swore in his heart that if he could escape, he would definitely leave others, hide his identity and quit his hands. Over the years, he had accumulated a lot of money in the town.

After a while, the fat shopkeeper felt that he was about to collapse. He shouted, and the black cloth curtain of the inn was finally lifted open.

Almost at the same time, Chen Sanlang and the others opened their eyes and looked over, slightly stunned:

The black curtain was lifted and two Taoist priests walked in one after another.

The Taoist bun was combed with meticulousness, long eyebrows and broad eyes, and the nose was square. They all had three beards, fluttering against their chests; they were all tall, so they had to bend slightly when they came in.

When they saw the Taoist robe patterns and Tai Chi patterns worn by the two Taoist priests, Chen Sanlang and Xiaoyao Fudao's expressions changed:

In an instant, Chen Sanlang thought of Zhengyang and the Taoist shadow that was heavy in his heart before. The other party was constantly calculating him, and finally broke out at the moment of the capital, almost killing Chen Sanlang.

This is an unsolvable hatred.

There is no doubt that the two Taoist priests who suddenly appeared at Yuelai Inn are both from Qingcheng and are both from Zhengyang's brothers. Why are they here?

Chen Sanlang's mind was a little erratic, but he didn't notice Xiaoyao Fudao's expression. His face turned pale and he gritted his teeth.

When the fat shopkeeper saw someone coming, he subconsciously thought it was someone coming from the mountain and was secretly happy, but he saw clearly that the person coming was very strange, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed. However, he turned around and looked at the Taoist priest and scholar sitting, which seemed to be something else:

Could it be that these two families have formed a strait before?

The fat shopkeeper is best at observing his words and expressions. Chen Sanlang and Xiaoyao Fudao are so conspicuous. If they still can't see it, wouldn't his tricks be wasted?

Thinking about it, moving back quietly—

"Scholar, do it!"

I heard Xiaoyao Fudao shouting loudly. The long sleeves rolled up, and two talismans flew out.

This is a talisman of the ban. It contains mystery, which can bind people and limit their cultivation. He first attacked and took action decisively. Chen Sanlang was a little unexpected.

Chen Sanlang also reacted quickly. With a thought, the newly refined jute rope flew toward the two Qingcheng Taoist priests.

His current cultivation method is not only a set of methods except for controlling the Evil-Slaying Sword. The Evil-Slaying Sword is the killer weapon to hold the box and is not shown to others at will; therefore, it is better to throw the rope. Although it is poor in power, it is better than nothing and can kill unexpectedly.

The two of them took action one after another, which was obviously beyond the expectations of the two Qingcheng Taoists. They passed by here and wanted to come in and try to get a shot and rest, but they did not expect to be attacked as soon as they entered the door?

“Bold!”

One of the Taoists shouted loudly and showed a magic weapon, which was a whisk, about three feet long, with a jasper handle, and thousands of threads.

The whisk flicked in the air and was hitting a talisman flying in.

Bang!

The light burst out like a huge drum.

"Ouch!"

The fat shopkeeper had retreated several steps away. He could hide under the stairs only after walking a few more steps, and there was a back door where he could escape. He showed joy in front of him, and a loud noise seemed to knock on his heart. He screamed, and then fell back and no longer had a sound.

The Taoist priest holding the whisk reacted quickly and dispersed the talismans that were attacking in one fell swoop, but his companions were not so lucky. The Taoist priest was obviously inexperienced in the battle. When he saw the talismans coming, he quickly dodged to the side. His foothold was not stable, and his body was tightened and he was tied up by a rope.

He was shocked and was about to break free, but in an instant, the talisman found a vacancy and immediately enveloped it. The next moment, the Taoist priest found that his hands and feet were like he was shackled by a thousand pounds and could not move.

"Junior Brother Zhengde!"

Seeing this, the Taoist priest holding the whisk was quite anxious and wanted to use magic to rescue him, but Xiaoyao Fudao was not willing to tolerate him. The attack was like a tide and forced him away in an instant.

Chen Sanlang didn't expect that he would make achievements with a rope trap. He was slightly surprised: Could it be that these two Taoist priests dressed in a unique way and were all supernatural, but in fact they were just frivolous?

It turns out that the Qingcheng lineage is best at looking at the energy and catching the geomancer, and is not very proficient in close combat. Especially these two people, who have been meditating on the mountain for many years, have extremely superficial practical experience, and are caught off guard, so one of them is imprisoned at once.

"Are you a disciple of Laoshan?"

The Taoist priest Zhengguang, who was holding the whisk, recognized the origin of Xiaoyao Fudao.

Xiaoyao sneered: "I just recognized it now, it's a little late."

Taoist Zhengguang suddenly remembered a past story in the world of cultivation: Laoshan was in decline and declined, which attracted many sects, including Qingcheng. When the Laoshan was occupied, Qingcheng also dispatched ten Taoist soldiers. No wonder the other party was disagreeing and attacked immediately. This was a narrow road for enemies.

After thinking about this level, he no longer talked nonsense. Although his junior brother was imprisoned, the talisman should have a time limit. He only waited for his junior brother to adjust it and would soon be able to break through the trap. At that time, his chances of winning will increase greatly. However, what is worrying is that the scholar didn't know what direction he came from - he heard Xiaoyao Fudao shouting, and the two seemed to be companions, so that it would be difficult to deal with it.

"If there is no way, then let's make a debut!"

The thought passed by, Taoist Zhengguang made a whisk, freed up his left hand, and took out a disk.

The disc looked like a compass, but it was empty and round in the middle, and it was concave, like a place where ink was ground inside the inkstone. He muttered something and said, "Qi!"

Swish!

Two rays of light and shadow appeared, and condensed into a solid body in a blink of an eye, but they were two burly bald men. They were shirtless, their muscles were as strong as scattered. On their faces, there were half of their eyebrows and beards, their faces were pale, their eyes were dull, and they looked like zombies.

The Buddhist family has Buddhist soldiers, and Taoist soldiers, and different sects have different techniques for refining Taoist soldiers. As for the embryo of Taoist soldiers, the most common one is monsters. Subduing monsters, using secret magical powers to raise them, and training them as soldiers; or using materials from people, but this "person" has many requirements, such as birth date, eight characters, five elements, roots and bones, etc., which must be consistent to meet the conditions. It is very mysterious, so it is difficult to find. If this "person" is selected, it will be used by the practitioner to wipe out his wisdom, and then use special materials to temper his physique, making it hard as iron and invulnerable to swords and guns.

Such a method would be a disaster for the god of war if he trained a living person into a zombie.

However, cultivators will have a natural mind in their practice, be kind, ruthless, live and kill, and have no fear or fear.

This is most prominent for the Qingcheng lineage. The two Taoist soldiers summoned by Taoist Zhengguang are made of living people.

"Kill them!"

With a command, the two bald men's eyes, which had been closed tightly, suddenly opened, and a red light burst out in their eyes, captivating.

call!

A bald man punched Xiaoyao Fudao; another bald man took a big step and rushed towards Chen Sanlang "twist". Judging from his momentum, it was like a wild bison running wildly. He opened his arms, and seemed to be trying to give Chen Sanlang a warm hug.

It’s a pity that if he was hugged, Chen Sanlang might be hugged and cut off.

Chen Sanlang hurriedly drove another lost jute rope and flew back, tied the bald man up.

"snort!"

The bald man shook his arms, and the jute rope was broken into several pieces and cut off on the ground. This break was equivalent to being destroyed.

Chen Sanlang took a deep breath. This was too powerful. He broke the magic weapon in every move, which was so cruel that his power was brutal. Of course, his current rope was only a semi-finished product, very rough.

"Taoist, where are your soldiers?"

The opponent is coming in a fierce manner and it is difficult to resist.

Xiaoyao Fudao replied: "Don't panic, come." He slapped the Yin-Yang gourd on his waist, and the black wind blew, with a wide shadow, and more than ten shrimp soldiers came out like fangs and claws.

These shrimp soldiers are at least one foot taller than ordinary people, and are more powerful, but their appearance remains as humans in the lower body and shrimp heads in the upper body. There is no way, because of the material selection, shrimp soldiers are the lowest-level aquatic monsters, with very poor qualifications and a high-capacity limit, which has long been limited, making it difficult to break through.

However, the lack of individual abilities leads to the large number of individuals.

"You have actually refined the Taoist soldiers?"

Taoist Zhengguang was surprised.

Taoist soldiers are not that easy to practice. First of all, there are quite a few objects that can carry Taoist soldiers. If not, everything will be free. Secondly, it takes time to practice Taoist soldiers, so that they can achieve success. The two bald Taoist soldiers they brought by their masters were given to them as guards. They cannot be used easily unless they have to.

After this use, the other party immediately responded with color and drew more than a dozen heads.

In an instant, when I looked at the gourd on Xiaoyao's waist, my eyes became hot: It was a rare treasure. If I got it, wouldn't I be able to train troops?

Get it!

Not to mention the fire fighting in the inn, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves outside, like thunder rolling, but a fire dragon spread from the direction of Laoshan. A large team of hundreds of people was swaying, with swords and guns, and fiercely storming towards Sishui Town.

Target, Yuelai Inn! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!

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