Master regards me as the way of heaven

Yi Mingchuan, this name only appeared once in Ye Zhiqiu's memory, and it was this absurd marriage. It was just an insignificant experience of his travels.

This inn, these faces, if they hadn't insisted on being associated with the depths of their own memory, they wouldn't have been remembered very much, just like the woman who was crying for help in the lobby downstairs at the moment, if they hadn't had exactly the same conversations and beatings He even forgot that today is the eighth day of the lunar new year, and on this day, he ordered a bowl of plain noodles in that noisy and shabby lobby, and was knocked over by a few unsightly Yanshi.

This kind of experience can't be said to be too many to be on the table, but it is just a lot of beings who are casual cultivators. This money is squandered even if it is not used for the whole journey of cultivation. What's more, it is oneself who squanders, and others who overthrow it.

Rong Yu joked that he should keep a memory of good deeds without leaving a name, but many things that often happened to him, not only did he not care about gains and losses, even this act of saving the beauty that was regarded as a hero in the eyes of others, he only remembered it. Lived for a bowl of plain noodles.

At that time, he was by no means a hero, but in retrospect now, being bullied and trampled on the ground was nothing great at all. forget about it...

No wonder!

Ye Zhiqiu jumped down from the second floor like the wind, and kicked the heart of the man who was approaching the weak woman. The whole face of the man was covered by a silver mask, like a soulless and expressionless man. puppet.

He has a solid foot, Yancheng is the boundary of Xiaoyaomen, and there are spiritual veins underneath. Although it is not first-class, it is also a city of real practitioners. Naturally, there is no need to worry about so many rules and regulations in a fight. How can you win? how come.

Even though the masked man in black and purple clothes couldn't see his face, a drop of blood slipped from the edge of the mask, he covered his heart and stopped the fellow who was going to make things difficult for Ye Zhiqiu, and said respectfully to Ye Zhiqiu: "Your Excellency Dressed in the Canglan Dao Sect's attire, since you are a guest at my Xiaoyao Sect, why bother to make things difficult for me and other aristocratic children, and ruin the harmony between the two factions."

"What kind of thing is Xiaoyaomen, can you talk about friendship with me, Canglan Daozong?" The cold words from the second floor were arrogant and rude, but these words were accompanied by prestige. The pressure came, and the pressure was such that the Yanshi who were so arrogant just now all bowed their heads.

Ye Zhiqiu is fine, but it means that you don't have to worry about the sect, just let him fight as he likes?

As soon as the coercion dissipated, the five big men on the other side were furious. Although the other party's words were not false, but they were in their Xiaoyaomen's territory, and now they have given enough face. If they don't teach them a lesson, He also talked nicely with his old face, and he really didn't have to mess around in the Tao if he spread the word in the future.

"Zhuzi is arrogant!" The leader yelled angrily, and the five people spread their folding fans together, and a whirlwind rose from the ground that would not blow the house down, but only a humanoid puppet appeared.

Ye Zhiqiu snorted coldly. In his previous life, he was bullied by low-ranking monks from this kind of aristocratic family who could control only one puppet. Now it seems that the past is really unbearable. He took the edge wooden sword from his hair and struck forward, quickly chanting Jue, seeing that the whirlwind has not yet dissipated, the puppet is bound by vines before it wakes up, and the person who controls the puppet has not yet reacted, Ye Zhiqiu has already moved between them and the puppet like a meteor, holding the sword to pick and pull, The thin filaments that were invisible to the naked eye instantly entangled on the sword, turned into a strand, and appeared.

Ye Zhiqiu's magic didn't stop, and the vines suddenly entangled forward along the puppet thread. When those people realized that something was wrong, it was too late to throw away the folding fan. This kind of battle lasted only three breaths, so fast that others had no time to predict it. Ye Zhiqiu entangled the five people's wrists and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill them. He just pulled out his lazy ferret and threw it over, shouting: "Freeze."

The surroundings are quiet, only the sound of howling snowstorms, since people are fighting with puppets, they naturally have to return them. Without puppets, there is no spiritual pet.

Color appeared on Ye Zhiqiu's face for the first time, and suddenly a gust of palm wind hit his face, the attack was so fierce that even a person like him, who had already taken precautions by relying on his golden core spiritual sense, had to step back and retreat a few feet before He could dodge it, but in fact it was an exaggeration. Although it was only for a moment, he still felt that the opponent's palm hit a barrier.

The person who controlled the attacking puppet was a familiar face, Ye Zhiqiu frowned, and said sarcastically: "I think this vicious dog from Xiaoyaomen followed whose sexuality, it turned out that he was stealing, and his seductiveness made Yi Wuyou foolish. "

"Your boy is young, and you have a big tone. You are the one who shouted my name. In Xianle City, I huddled behind others and dared not speak. I didn't look for you, but you sent me to my house. Your master is Who, leave a dog's name, so I can send someone to report the funeral." Yi Wuyou was full of anger that day, but today he is not in Xianle City, so he must use this little one to vent his anger.

"You're looking for death!" Ye Zhiqiu's new and old grudges rushed to his head suddenly. It turned out that these lackeys were Yi Wuyou's subordinates, which means that he was not only beaten by this bastard's subordinates in his previous life, but was eventually killed by this man , Now he dares to scold his master, how brave.

With a twist of his wrist, the edge of his sword turned into a circular light curtain, and he made a tactic with his left hand to attract the water spirits around him. When he pushed his palm towards the light curtain, he saw a water dragon break out of the light curtain in an instant, roaring and roaring, but the sharp claws were not directed towards the one in front of him. A puppet, but Yi Wuyou who was standing by the door holding a fan in one hand.

Between the flashes and flints, everyone's eyes were all focused on Yi Wuyou's place. This attack was so powerful that even a single hit could shatter people's souls. Sure enough, everyone would choose to use a defensive barrier Block one or two, but who knows, the water dragon is coming so fiercely, before it touches the barrier, it collapses by itself and turns into a water waterfall. The pure spiritual energy has no lethality at all, but it plays the role of isolating and strengthening defense.

Yi Wuyou didn't know well, but this kind of isolation was only a short breath, but this breath was enough for Ye Zhiqiu to grab the puppet's neck that was out of control at that moment, and wrap the vines tightly around his body.

He raised one corner of his lips, his smile was a bit evil and mocking, and he mouthed regretfully to Yi Wuyou, "Goodbye."

Spiritual fire is different from ordinary spells. The spiritual fire refined by a monk can be cast instantly at will. It can be said that it is impossible to guard against, and it is invisible. At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu has already bound this soulless man with wood-type spiritual power. Puppets and wood make fire, which naturally becomes a prairie fire in an instant, and such a spiritual fire cannot be extinguished by ordinary water.

What a puppet means to a Yanshi can be seen just by looking at Yi Wuyou's bloodshot eyes. Ye Zhiqiu let go of his hand, picked up the jug from the little second hand who was huddled in the corner, and poured out all the wine with a ruthless expression Falling on the puppet that was about to turn into coke, this invisibly added fire to Yi Wuyou's heart.

It's not enough, it's just a heartache, how can it compare to refining the soul, Ye Zhiqiu met those blood-red eyes, before he could speak, he saw the other party suddenly lowered his head and took a pill, this is...

"Sir, be careful."

Before Ye Zhiqiu could react in the future, he saw the woman who had been saved by him in two lifetimes suddenly rushing towards him. All this happened so suddenly that Ye Zhiqiu was inexplicably sent away from the inn with a teleportation talisman by the woman. Find out what this person is doing.

"My lord, I'm also kind." The woman followed behind him with cautious eyes.

Good intentions are naturally good intentions, this talisman is not cheap, and it is good to use it to escape, but sometimes this person can do bad things with good intentions, how could he run away with him regardless of his wishes, Rong Yu is still there What about the inn?

"Son..."

"If you are grateful, you can call me Immortal Elder. Besides, you are also a cultivated person. It is more appropriate to call me Immortal Friend." Ye Zhiqiu really didn't appreciate this woman's gratitude very much. If he hadn't grown old and forgetful, this woman In the previous life, he slipped away without saying a word. Although he did not leave his name when he did good deeds, and he was not obliged to accompany him to be beaten, but when he was miserable and did not even have any wound medicine, he was thrown out of the city. I have never seen this person so grateful.

"Little girl Wen Yun thanked Xianyou for saving my life. I am really grateful. You look so hasty, but there are still companions in the city?" Wen Yun walked around in front of him and blocked the way.

"I know you're still blocking the way?" Ye Zhiqiu was a little annoyed.

"Maybe you guys have some way to contact each other. If you go back like this, isn't it like a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger? Or is it because you didn't notice that Yi Wuyou took Poshi Pill, and you know that the other party's golden elixir cultivation base is higher than yours." ?” Wen Yun persuaded.

Of course Ye Zhiqiu knew that it was the Poshi Pill, or the Poshi Pill they sold to Yi Wuyou, and the spirit butterfly used to communicate had already been released, but let him stay here, sit and wait, he decided to do it less than.

"Just now, if you can suppress the other party in terms of realm, you don't need to use water dragons to blind your eyes. Your friend must also be a disciple of the Canglan Dao Sect. Why don't you contact the sect and make plans..." Seeing that he didn't listen, Wen Yun looked up. He was about to grab his hand, but unexpectedly, a stern voice came from behind, and Zhijiao immediately withdrew his hand, not daring to offend again.

"If you get any closer, I'll cut off your arm." Rong Yu's spirit sword circled around his body and sank into the ring from the moment he landed.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't care about what they were talking about, so he quickly ran up to him, took a closer look, and said, "It's all right, then Yi Wuyou, don't demolish his house."

"He ate a broken potential pill for nothing, and broke a puppet. I don't know if he will tear down this Yancheng in a fit of anger," Rong Yu's cold gaze was like a knife gouging out at Wen Yun, " But this... girl, why don't you tell me what you want to do with the help of my Canglan Daozong?"