there is someone behind me

The remaining cowards among the three were afraid that the people in Zixiao Mountain would violently hurt others, so they said everything they had and what they didn't like like pouring beans.

"Me, I'm just a peripheral employee. They said that there are treasures in Zixiao Mountain, and they have a way to get them, so I followed them."

"I'm just starting out, really. I kid you not."

"These magic storage jars have nothing to do with me. They are all brought by Scar, and he is also in contact with the people behind."

"I really didn't want to do anything to Zixiao Mountain, I—"

"Shut up." Zhou Ling cut off a piece of clothing and stuffed it into the man's mouth, not bothering to listen to him.

On the other side of Qi Chenzi, the man with the scar stared at the coward with both eyes, and Tong Yuzi slapped him in the face. Zhou Ling looked at Tong Yuzi in surprise, as if he didn't expect the gentle nephew in his impression to be so ruthless. A slap in the face without mercy.

Tong Yuzi: "Do you know how dangerous the watermelon knife is? Didn't your elders teach you not to mess with the knife? What if it hurts our little elder?"

The man with the scar was still strangled by Xi Chenzi's whisk, of course he couldn't answer Tong Yuzi's words, but judging by the expression on his face, there was no sign of repentance at all.Tong Yuzi still wanted to teach him a few words, when there was a burst of bitter sword energy from the entrance of the cave.

Zhou Ling shrank her head, turned her head and smiled flatteringly: "What a coincidence, little uncle."

Xi Chenzi shook his hand and almost strangled the scarred man to death.Quickly put Fuchen down, turned to Ling Xiaozi and said, "What a coincidence, little uncle."

Without the whisk that strangled his neck, the scarred man wanted to chant a spell to drive away the ghost servant, Ling Xiaozi flicked his wrist, and with a "swipe", the golden sword light brushed against the scarred man's neck and head, precisely avoiding it. Xi Chenzi and Tong Yuzi, who were very close, left deep marks on the cave wall behind the scarred man.A trace of blood flowed from the scar man's artery and both sides of the temple, the strong sense of oppression, and the cold killing intent made the scar man's unprotrusive spells stuck in his throat.

If the previous old Taoist priest and the young Taoist priest still made the man with the scar want to fight, then the elder Fengjian of Zixiao Mountain not only made him lose his mind, but even wanted to beg for mercy like that coward.After all, although the former made a lot of noise, they didn't have any killing intent, but the latter—the man with the scar had no doubts at all, if it wasn't for the flower-like little Taoist priest who ran over and hugged Ling Xiaozi's arm, he would really be dead. Not guaranteed.

"Hey, little uncle. How did you find it?" Zhou Ling smiled shyly and hugged the arm of the little uncle, not because he wanted to do something, but Ling Xiaozi's current cold face can freeze dead.

Zhou Ling's junior and apprentice madly hinted with his eyes to go forward to relieve Ling Xiaozi's anger.In order to protect his juniors and disciples, Zhou Lingyi went up without hesitation.

Ling Xiaozi looked at their small movements and did not express his opinion.But the point of the sword in his hand pointed steadily at the man with the scar: "Xi Chen, get out of the way."

Qi Chenzi glanced at the man with the scar, evaluated the Xiaolian in Ling Xiaozi's hand, and felt that the sword would probably kill him, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Little uncle, this man is still alive!" Know something else, or keep him for a while, and we'll torture him again?"

Ling Xiaozi didn't speak, but expressed his attitude by closing his eyes and drawing his sword.Zhou Ling was also a little uneasy because of the attitude of the little uncle who hadn't spoken to him from the beginning to the end. Seeing this, he snatched Ling Xiaozi's saber and held it in his arms: "Little uncle, I'll hold the sword for you."

Ling Xiaozi looked at Zhou Ling, watched him grow up from a young age of eight, bumps and bumps along the way, and finally helped him develop from a sick, weak and pitiful person to the physical state that is now the same as a normal person. The next time you control him cruelly, you will look at you pitifully, and then think, "Forget it, let's talk about him next time." Ling Xiaozi himself doesn't know why he cares so much about this nephew, as if watching The first time I saw him, there was a special emotion fermenting in my heart.

It was him, finally... finally waiting for him.

"Little Uncle?" Seeing Ling Xiaozi staring at him motionless, Zhou Ling leaned in front of him and called out.

Ling Xiaozi returned to his senses calmly, and said lightly: "Go outside and talk."

Zhou Ling was shocked, and his intuition was not very good. The last time the little master uncle appeared in this state was when he accidentally fell into another unknown valley from the halfway up Zixiao Mountain while riding a crane. The cranes were driven to the "over there" and they were not allowed to come over. The mountain eagle was only able to take the seat because of its large size and wide enough back.

Zhou Ling didn't take this matter to heart, and was quite reluctant to part with those cranes. After all, there is no way to avoid mistakes when flying in the sky, not to mention that he bumped into the mountain guard formation by mistake, because the cranes don't belong to "this side" Only then will it produce the effect of "piaji" hitting the wall.

But the little uncle later behaved terribly, just like now——

Ling Xiaozi stretched out his hand and asked Zhou Ling to ask for the sword.Xiao Lian was placed in his hand, he backhanded a sword, and a tree that had decayed due to the infiltration of devil energy fell down.Ling Xiaozi dealt with the remaining devilish energy in the book, pointed at Zhou Ling, and said, "Go and sit down."

Outside the cave, the uncle and nephew were staged, while in the cave, Xi Chenzi and others performed the one hundred and eight ways of beating... the first eight.

Leaving the coward aside, that addict who seems to have taken drugs doesn't know much. It's just the few words "Zixiaoshan Zhibao", "Dividing treasures", and "Making monsters".Ren Zhenzi threw him away, and like an old hooligan, he stepped on the stone bench next to the scarred man: "Hey, you. Honestly tell me what kind of organization you are in, and what do you want to do?"

Seeing Ren Zhenzi's movements, Xi Chenzi twitched the corners of his eyes. Although he himself was equally tough, he didn't agree with the tone of this disciple at this time. A little gangster has a virtue.

Tong Yuzi turned his head to study the mandrill corpse in the corner of the cave, without explaining his apprentice's behavior.It's good to grow up like this.When he got outside the mountain, people had to respectfully call him "Ren Zhen Daoist".

Scar Man really can't figure out how the people in Zixiao Mountain can be so shameless. Are you acting like a fairy, high-spirited, and elegant person on purpose, or were you eaten by dogs after you went down the mountain?

"Hmm—" There was another pain in the unspeakable part of the chin, and the man with the scar almost hated that child to death. At such a young age, why is his heart darker than these evil ways?Who did you learn to flirt with your vaginal legs?You can get the true biography by riding a horse.

Qinghe was startled by the fierce gaze of the man with the scar, hid behind his master, poked out half of his head: "Master, did I kick it wrong?" That's the key point of all men, that's what it says on the Internet.

Ren Zhenzi nodded and said, "That's right."

The man with the scar is holding a mouthful of old blood in his chest, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, he must be talking about you, old Taoist priest.

"If you cooperate with us, we will let you live." Xi Chenzi took out a bell from his Qiankun bag: "Otherwise, it's hard to tell when the soul-destroying bell is shaken. The old man's hands have been shaking these two years, and the bell is not good." Easy to grasp."

The man with the scar stared at the soul-destroying bell in Xi Chenzi's hand, struggling between becoming an idiot and believing what Xi Chenzi said: "How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Xi Chenzi said: "The probability of our righteous ways to deceive people is lower than your evil ways."

Tong Yuzi was still studying the mandrill corpse, and when he heard this, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: Master, you must not know that the setting of righteousness and hypocrites is popular among ordinary people.

The man with the scar hesitated for a while, and after the bell that was about to shake made two clear rings, he said, "I say, but you have to let me go first."

Xi Chenzi raised his chin, signaling Ren Zhenzi to let him go.Ren Zhenzi and Yipingzi untied him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the tie was loosened, the man with the scar yelled, "Corpse rises." The mandrill corpses and skeletons at the foot of the wall exploded instantly. Unfortunately, if the complete mandrills and skeletons are scary in terms of quantity and quality, then The bone frame and tattered mandrill that had been half-shattered by Zhou Ling's thunderbolt before seemed a bit crumbling.

The terrifying scar on the scar man's arm seemed to be on fire, wriggling in his arm.He laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, I'm going to learn about Zixiao Mountain today, and see if Zixiao Mountain, which is known as the head of Taoism, is worthy of its title."

The "click" sound of bones and the sound of flesh and blood ripping apart sounded from the man with the scar, and a shadow emerged from the scar on his arm.With a devilish, sticky, blood-red pool of soft flesh gradually wrapped around the scarred man, everything was like a slow motion movie, the mass of carrion completely "eat" the scarred man, and then regenerated his head and limbs With sharp teeth, a pair of blood-red eyes, and four huge claw-like arms, it completely fits the definition of a monster in people's minds.

Xi Chenzi: "How hard is this person to think about?"

Tong Yuzi shook his head, and took out a small sword, engraved with the curse of suppressing demons.As soon as Xiaojian appeared, he was agitated by the devilish energy in the cave and let out a clear cry, "These monsters must be cleaned up." After the words fell, Tong Yuzi was the first to step forward.

A sword pierced the monster's first arm.A huge hole was burned immediately when the blade touched the monster.

Xichenzi swept away the dust with his whisk, and there was a muffled sound of thunder. Unlike Zhou Ling's grand invitation for thunder, Xichenzi's thunder was only faintly entangled with purple light, like a staring ball, flying straight to the monster that the scarred man turned into.

Ren Zhenzi waved to his apprentices and grandchildren: "Come, come, let's stand on the side, don't block the performance of the master and the master."

In the corner of the cave, seeing the Taoist priests of Zixiao Mountain so tough that even the demonized scars were beaten on the ground, the cowards and yin gentlemen crawled out quietly. Just now when the scars called for the skeletons and mandrills, they should have sent the news together. Spread the word, and soon, there will be people here.The two of them are just peripheral members, so they won't stay here to give away their heads.

"Hey? Where do you want to go?"

Qinghe called out from behind the two who wanted to run away. They had a lovely face, but they looked like demons in their eyes.