I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

I originally wanted to report the evil deeds of these Kunlun sect veterans in front of the old man, but I didn't expect that I would get burned and the old man would take care of me.

I didn't do anything, why do you want to deal with me?

People from ten miles and eight villages don’t know that I, Wu Jie, am an honest man and never get into trouble.

All said and done, despite the old man's usual slovenly appearance, once he gained this aura, he suddenly became different. He had the proper demeanor of an outsider.

Especially when standing with Grandpa Ba and Grandpa Zhang, they are simply three insurmountable mountains.

I think the dozen or so veterans from the Daxing Hall have a good chance of winning against Master Eight, but if they have to deal with me, Master, and Grandpa Zhang, it's hard to say.

But seeing the calm look on my old man's face, I knew that these old masters of the Kunlun Sect were going to be beaten.

They were absolutely beaten until their buttocks were covered with bruises.

Even though my master and Grandpa Zhang came, the group of people from the Kunlun Sect's Daxingtang still refused to leave. These people were like lumps on elm trees, and they didn't know their importance.

Immediately, the veteran leader waved his hand again and said gloomily: "Set up the formation!"

In an instant, the old Taoists standing on the courtyard wall jumped down at the same time, surrounding a few of us.

My master glanced at Grandpa Zhang and said with a smile: "Old Zhang, we haven't fought for a long time. This time we can fight more happily. The methods of these people from the Kunlun Punishment Hall should not be too bad."

Grandpa Zhang nodded and said, "Yeah, I had a fight with Jin Xingyuan last time, but it didn't go well. This time I was able to stretch my hands and feet. I'm going to fight ten!" Grandpa Zhang rolled up his sleeves and felt energetic. Breathing in and out, the momentum is also rising steadily.

"Okay, I'll leave those in the small execution hall to you. I think there are more than ten. Leave those in the big punishment hall to me." The old man chuckled.

"Old Li, do you look down on people? I, Old Zhang, from the Daxing Hall will do the same." Grandpa Zhang glanced at the old man.

"Okay, okay, let's split it in half and let Lao Ba clean up the small execution hall." The old man looked very happy.

Mr. Ba stood on top of me and fluttered his wings. He was a little angry. He probably wanted to have sex with the Daxing Hall, but for some reason, the words came to his lips but he didn't say them out.

This is really interesting.

Upon seeing this situation, Master Ba and my master did not take the people from the Kunlun Sect's execution hall seriously.

The division of labor has begun and each is looking for opponents. Grandpa Zhang has ten more to fight.

The conversation between the two of them made the old masters of the Kunlun Sect very angry.

Even the masters of the Great Punishment Hall turned extremely cold.

"Kill!" An old Taoist waved his hand, and the people from the execution hall immediately rushed over to kill them.

As soon as these people took action, I realized how terrifying the people in the Daxing Hall were. The magic swords in their hands made a whistling sound, and the sword energy was everywhere, and the small courtyard suddenly became filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Among them were three veterans from the Great Punishment Hall. The three of them stood side by side, and three swords were directed at my master at the same time.

Just when I was about to reach him, my master raised the small branch in his hand, as if playing with it, and with a slight lift, he knocked the three swords in the opponent's hand away from the direction at the same time.

Then before the veterans could react, the branch in my master's hand was whipped towards the butt of one of them.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", the old man's butt blossomed, and blood spurted out.

Seeing this scene, I was also sighing. These veterans of the Kunlun Sect's torture hall must be at least more than a hundred years old. It would be really embarrassing for me to be spanked by my master at such an old age. .

The old Taoist was hit by a branch from my master and jumped up high. He must have been in great pain. He quickly took a few steps back and stared at my master fiercely.

"If the child disobeys, you have to deal with it. Come on." As he said that, I saw the old man's erratic figure, constantly moving around among the crowd. I was dazzled by the sight.

The last time I saw my master beating up those veterans of the Kongtong sect, I just thought it was awesome.

But this time, I had a different realization.

Every move of the old man is close to the Tao. The Tao is natural, invisible and formless. It seems like there are no movements, but it is actually the expression of returning to nature.

Many times, the magic swords of those Daxingtang veterans were close to my master's vital points, as if every step was planned by my master.

Those veteran methods are fierce, in my opinion, they must be very terrifying. I can't catch them in one move, but my master rarely catches them, he only resolves or dodges them.

Occasionally, I had a few head-to-head confrontations with those experienced warriors, and even a simple twig could knock the magic sword out of the opponent's hand.

Sometimes, it can even shock those experienced tigers to tear their mouths apart and drip with blood.

To cool things off, the old man also likes to play pranks, so he specially catches the experienced ones and spanks them.

As soon as a branch fell down, the skin and flesh of those old masters' buttocks were torn apart. This made the old masters in the execution hall feel sad and angry, ashamed and angry.

As the saying goes, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated.

Spanking with this branch is like an adult spanking a child, and it will only make those veterans of the torture hall even more angry.

However, facing a master like my master, they still had nothing to do. Their skills were really inferior, and they could only be chased and beaten by the branches in my master's hands.

Grandpa Zhang, on the other hand, also didn't have any magic weapon in his hand, and he had his hands empty to fight with the veterans of the Daxing Hall.

I saw that Grandpa Zhang’s body was as protective as that of Little Fatty.

But the body-protecting Qi in Grandpa Zhang's body is no small matter.

It's like an iron barrel, unable to break through at all.

That layer of protective aura surrounded him, and the opponent's magical sword could not fall when he was still about ten centimeters away from Grandpa Zhang. No matter how much force the opponent exerted, the magical sword could not fall. On Grandpa Zhang.

What's even more ruthless about Grandpa Zhang is that he can take back the magic sword in the opponent's hand with his bare hands, turn the steel into a soft finger, twist it into a twist, and throw it a long distance.

Although these magical weapons used by the old masters of the Daxing Hall cannot be called magic weapons, they are not ordinary magical weapons either. They were destroyed by Grandpa Zhang with just one move.

And Grandpa Zhang also followed the example, but he didn't imitate it well at all. When he saw my master spanking those experienced people with tree branches, he also followed suit.

But he didn't have branches, so he could only kick with his feet. When he kicked over, the opponent would do a flat sand and falling wild goose pose, flying high, and then squatting on the ground with his buttocks.

The moment the fight started, three or four veterans of the execution hall were beaten away by my master and Grandpa Zhang.

When the people in the Small Punishment Hall saw the people in the Big Punishment Hall taking action against my master and Grandpa Zhang, Chen Jiusheng fixed his eyes on me again, greeted the group of people behind him, and quickly approached me.