My practice narration is weird

The Taoist priest Li with a goatee lived not far away. He could feel the approach of the people from the sect.

His expression hesitated for a moment, then calmed down and meditated quietly.

"Why did the prefect have to cause such trouble? It's really strange... But the prefect has been a little strange recently."

"It doesn't matter, that kid has a backup plan..."

The burly man was standing on the eaves not far away, shouting loudly.

The rich blood and qi were surging in his body. He was obviously a body cultivator, even better than Xu Fang.

A body cultivator in the third realm.

The gloomy man stood not far away from him. Although he came with the other party, he did not look up at this moment.

A beautiful woman stood closely behind the man. If she walked on the street, she would surely attract a lot of people's attention.

The relationship between the man and the woman seemed very close.

But if you look closely, you will find that the woman is pale and does not seem to be alive.

"It is said that the Tang Sect has always liked to refine wives as puppets, and sacrifice them when they are indecisive. I have never known whether it is true or not. Tang Sanshisan, I see you today. Can you help me solve my doubts?"

A figure appeared silently beside the gloomy man, the figure was illusory, but gradually solidified.

The figure was dressed in a black robe, and the illusory body was like a ghost.

The gloomy man called Tang Sanshisan raised his head and glanced, then retracted his gaze and said coldly.

"Don't compare me with the three old ancestors. There is no woman I like in the world, so I will create a woman I like. What's the problem?"

"Wait until I break through the middle three realms and let her give birth to a soul. From then on, she will be no different from ordinary people."

The black-robed man seemed to have a good relationship with Tang Sanshisan, and he laughed and joked at this moment.

"In fact, it's not that there are no women you like in the world, but that there are no women who like you..."

Real damage is always the most real damage. Tang Sanshisan was silent for a while and said disdainfully.

"How can I be interested in such a mediocre woman in the world?"

"Your words... are as unconvincing as the fact that Tang Sect disciples never use poison."

"Tang Sect disciples do not use poison, that's a fact." Tang Sanshisan said coldly.

The black-robed man looked down on him.

"Forget it, let's talk business. The news of the Dao Sect spreads fast enough. If they hadn't provided the news, there would probably be a lot of people waiting in Tianlan City."

"But Brother Tang, what do you think is called..."

The black-robed man paused, moved his ears, listened to the shouting of the burly man next to him, and then confirmed what he was talking about.

"Is that Ye Wuyou worth so many people's efforts?"

Tang Sanshisan closed his eyes and said, "Didn't you hear the shouting from the side? Why did you have to add such a long suffix in front of it?

He is not worth it. It doesn't matter if he is Ye Wuyou, Ye Wuqian, or Ye Wupiao, but the identity of the only successor of the Great Yan State Master is worth it."

"In the sects today, if there are still children whose bloodline is preserved, how many of their parents and relatives died at the hands of that Lord Lu..."

The black-robed man could not deny it, sat down, and said leisurely.

"This is a blood debt."

"But there are still many people who don't understand and think this is just an opportunity to make a name for themselves." Tang Sanshisan looked at the burly man who shouted.

"Is it worth it? Aren't you afraid of revenge afterwards?" The black-robed man laughed.

"Such a meaningless question, the sects that are afraid of revenge have all died, after all, there is only one Lu Qingshan in the world."

After the voice fell, Tang Sanshisan opened his eyes and looked down at almost the same time as the black-robed man beside him.

The man who was shouting was a little slow before he looked down.

"He's coming."

...

Ye Wuyou walked out of the room, not in a hurry, and then slowly closed the wooden door.

A talisman was handed over by the crack of the door, and at the same time, Bai Changzai's words came.

"Brother Ye, the four-level attack talisman."

Ye Wuyou took it with a slight smile and did not refuse.

He refused Bai Changzai's help because it had nothing to do with the other party.

The sect's target was only him.

If Bai Changzai helped him, he would have made enemies with the sect here, which would have implicated the other party.

Under the empty night, the knife-wielding man in the small courtyard slowly moved forward.

The burly man who was shouting finally stopped shouting. At this moment, he crossed his arms and stood tall, thinking that he had posed a very good posture.

He then glanced at Ye Wuyou and said coldly.

"Are you Ye Wuyou, the descendant of Lu Qingshan, the Great Yan State Master?"

[I am your father, this warrior with a head full of muscles is extremely vulgar...]

"I am your grandfather!" Ye Wuyou blurted out.

The narrator stopped talking.

The burly man was stunned for a moment, and then he was visibly furious.

"Okay, okay, one is in the second realm, one is in the second realm, worthy of being the descendant of Lu Qingshan, the Great Yan State Master, so arrogant."

On the contrary, Ye Wuyou was silent for a while after hearing his words.

He raised his head and looked at the burly man with an angry face, and said very seriously.

"Your idea... I suggest you leave immediately."

"So much nonsense, if you kneel down and kowtow to admit defeat now, I can consider letting you go."

The burly man's face was sarcastic, and his words were still full of contempt.

It's just the second realm, I am in the third realm, as long as I defeat him, I will defeat the descendant of the Great Yan State Master!

Ye Wuyou nodded, as if not hesitating about anything, and walked forward.

So the burly man stood on the eaves, watching Ye Wuyou walk over step by step.

Ye Wuyou looked up, looked at the burly man, and pointed to the eaves on the other side.

"I want to go up."

"Okay." The burly man responded, with a fighting spirit.

This scene fell into the eyes of many people.

Not far away, Tang Sanshisan frowned, and the man in black robe sneered directly.

"What is this for? Still thinking about the fair duel in the chivalrous story? Standing on the eaves to duel so that more people can see your methods?"

"It's normal for a physical martial artist to have no brains, but that guy's IQ... How did he become that person's apprentice..."

They didn't understand.

Ye Wuyou flew onto the eaves.

It was already late at night, Fancheng was silent, and it was extremely dark all around.

Fortunately, the moonlight was striking, and the wind was gentle, blowing away a few dark clouds.

There were countless eyes watching in the dark.

They didn't make a move, or they were waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

The prefect's mansion was still luxurious after all. Two figures stood on both sides of the highest eaves, which was a bit like the artistic conception in the storybook.

"Ye Wuyou, are you ready..."

Ye Wuyou interrupted gently.

"At this moment, you can call me Ye Gucheng."

"Ah?"

That's all.

The burly man was of course puzzled, and Ye Wuyou also put away the few slightly turbulent emotions.

There were many people coveting him, and it was unrealistic to kill all those who coveted him.

Tens of thousands of pigs, standing for you to chop, would take three days and three nights.

Not to mention people.

Ye Wuyou couldn't do it either.

It was Ye Wuyou's idea to make them dare not covet him from now on.

The burly man was also a cultivator after all. At this moment, he was infected by the atmosphere of this scene, and his heart was full of pride and fighting spirit.

"Ye Wuyou, come and fight!"

He stepped on the eaves, and bricks and tiles flew layer by layer.

In response, Ye Wuyou said something that was ordinary but spread everywhere.

"Go down."

An extremely intense tearing pain came from the burly man's mind.

He didn't even have time to think about why it happened. He was just a little confused, why it hurt, why the other party didn't move.

Then, his eyes went dark.