Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a chill down his spine and turned around abruptly.

In the darkness, a vague figure loomed.

As the figure gradually became clearer, a hunchbacked old man came into view.

The old man was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, which was dull in color.

His back was bent like a fully drawn bow, ready to break at any moment.

The face was covered with wrinkles and the skin was as dry as dead tree bark.

But even such an old Taoist who seemed to be dying, his eyes were like two burning flames, jumping in the darkness.

He stared at Jiang Xiaochuan with eyes that seemed to devour him entirely.

"I didn't expect you to be so young."

The old Taoist's voice was hoarse and harsh, with a hint of surprise: "Boy, what's your name and who is your master?"

Jiang Xiaochuan tightly grasped the talisman in his hand and stared at the evil Taoist priest vigilantly.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of taking action in a hurry, Jiang Xiaochuan also intended to delay time.

Since this old Taoist absorbs other people's luck, it means that he must have hidden dangers.

If you can find the flaw, your advantage will be greatly increased when you take action.

When he heard the question, Jiang Xiaochuan responded improvisationally and a name immediately popped up in his mind.

He was not stupid enough to tell the other person his name.

"The Taoist is Li Fakui!"

Jiang Xiaochuan shouted with great momentum.

Hearing the name, the old Taoist was stunned at first, and then his sparse beard trembled slightly.

He stared at Jiang Xiaochuan as if he saw some interesting toy, "In that case, you should kneel down and kowtow to me a few times."

"You old onion, you're dreaming."

Unexpectedly, the other party was so arrogant. Jiang Xiaochuan hit back without hesitation, "I have been in the martial arts world for many years, and it has always been others who kowtow to me."

Anyway, he has already put himself in Li Fakui's identity, so his tone can be as arrogant as possible.

"A sharp-tongued boy."

The old Taoist's voice suddenly turned gloomy. "I am the Wuji Taoist, and Li Fakui is my disciple. You used his name in vain, so shouldn't you kowtow to me and apologize?!"

Taoist Wu Ji saw that Jiang Xiaochuan was a promising talent, so he wanted to take him in as his disciple and have him do some shady things for him.

But from the moment they met, the other party had been targeting him.

Taoist Wuji was not sure he could tame such a smart guy, so he simply killed him to save trouble.

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan cursed. How could he have expected that Li Fakui had such a connection with this evil way.

But if you think about it carefully, this is not surprising.

What Li Fakui did was exactly the same as the evil magic performed by the old Taoist in front of him.

Seeing Taoist Wu Ji quietly put his hands behind his back, Jiang Xiaochuan knew that he was going to get serious.

"I don't care whether you are a Taoist priest with a chicken or a Taoist priest without a chicken. It's your bad luck to run into me today!"

Knowing that the other party was about to take action, Jiang Xiaochuan said forcefully.

While speaking, he secretly activated his Yindu, changing his steps, gradually forming the shape of a Bagua.

Hearing the name "Youji Taoist", Wuji Taoist's face suddenly changed, and a hint of anger flashed in his cunning eyes.

"Boy! How dare you humiliate me like this!"

As he moved, a cold aura instantly spread out.

Taoist Wuji stretched out his dry palm and waved it in the direction of Jiang Xiaochuan. A black gas instantly spread out.

Then he chanted a strange spell.

At this time, Jiang Xiaochuan also found an opportunity to hit the target.

Just as he was about to move, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble slightly, as if something was waking up.

Jiang Xiaochuan was shocked and quickly stepped back.

However, he found his steps extremely heavy.

"Haha, kid, do you think you can escape from my grasp?"

The laughter of Wuji Taoist echoed in the night sky, carrying a hint of pride and sarcasm.

Jiang Xiaochuan struggled to move, but his body was restrained by an invisible force.

He looked up at the old Taoist priest, only to see him looking at him with a joking expression.

"This is the soul-locking formation I prepared for you a long time ago. As long as you are in the formation, you will never escape."

Taoist Wuji smiled proudly and said, "Moreover, this formation has another feature, which is that it can absorb your Yang energy and Qi."

"In a short while, you will become too weak to be slaughtered by me."

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart sank. He could feel the spiritual energy in his body being pulled by countless invisible hands.

Taoist Wuji looked at Jiang Xiaochuan's face which was gradually turning pale, and the smug look on his face became even more intense.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before this arrogant young man would completely lose the ability to resist.