Xianjun, please calm down

The yellow-robed cultivator seemed very angry, and he was about to chop off with a big knife, but was stopped by the man next to him, who turned his head and said a few words in a low voice, although his face was flushed with anger, but After all, the knife movement did not move anymore.

The fifth aunt pulled down her man's hand and sneered: "What is the head of the house afraid of? Could it be that if we don't scold him, he will let us go? Bah! It's the same anyway, so it's better to scold him! These two look like yellow The skin has become fine, and it floats there pretending to be a ghost, and our village must come out with this mask because we have never done anything wrong, have merit, and God bless us!"

It is a shameful humiliation to be called a refined yellow-skinned man by a lowly mortal. The yellow-robed cultivator thought he was superior, how could he bear this kind of humiliation, and suddenly trembled with anger. cut down with a single knife!

When Uncle Wang saw the light of the saber, his face turned pale with fright, and he subconsciously threw Aunt Fifth on the ground, pressing her firmly on her body. The violent cultivator slashed at the defense formation, not only was the light of the sword swallowed, but also was backlashed by the magic circle. With a scream, he was thrown far away. The remaining cultivator did not save his companion. He just looked around uncertainly.

Just now, he felt an irresistible tyrannical spiritual power spurting out from nowhere, and hit his junior brother while the formation backfired, and the lingering power of the spiritual power made him unable to bear it. Spiritual power surged, qi and blood surged, not to mention that his junior brother was the first to bear the brunt, and now, without looking, he knew that his junior brother would not survive.

At this moment, a cold shout came from the sky and the earth: "Get out!"

Hearing this voice, Wang Dazhuang was surprised and delighted at the same time. He hurriedly looked around, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

The remaining cultivator looked even uglier than Uncle Wang Wu just now. He trembled all over, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm waiting here, it's a personal... grievance, may I ask who is your master?"

The voice said: "You Xuanyang Sect always hide your head and show your tail and be sneaky when dealing with affairs. You already know who this deity is in your heart, but you still want to ask questions knowingly, but this deity is not in the mood to play these superficial tricks with you. Go back and tell you Suzerain, I don't care what kind of grievances you have. This Wangjia Village is now protected by my Hanyang. Everyone in the village, from centenarians to babies in their womb, can be recognized by this deity. One dies outside, or encounters some injustice, hurts one person, and this deity will kill you at the gate of the mountain and slaughter you on the top of the mountain. You should know that I, Hanyang, am a lunatic who must retaliate. I always do what I say and never let anyone go Meaningful words."

The cultivator sat down on his magic weapon, and said in a trembling voice: "Hanyang Venerable is a senior, he has cultivated...a high level of cultivation, how can...how can...do things like this?"

The voice sneered and said: "Is this the first day you know about this deity? Don't use benevolence and righteousness, seniors, to pressure me. This deity only knows that if people do not offend me, I will not offend others. If people offend me, they will pay back a hundred times. Here, no matter how high or low the level of cultivation is, it only cares whether there are people who provoke me and offend me, as long as I don't die, even if I go to heaven or earth, I will never let you go."

The cultivator was about to cry, and he said tremblingly: "Then... there was an unexpected wind... that day, if they... if it was because of something else... what happened, should it be blamed on us? ?”

The voice said: "This deity doesn't care, as long as this deity finds out that they have been damaged, I will settle accounts with you!"

The yellow-robed cultivator wanted to cry but had no tears: "How can you, my lord... be so unreasonable?"

The voice said coldly: "Go and ask your senior master, have I, Hanyang, ever spoken the truth since I became famous? Just now, when you wanted to slaughter the village because of your self-cultivation, did you ever speak the truth to them? You draw your swords at mortals when you disagree with me, what a majesty you are!"

The yellow-robed cultivator trembled again, holding back two tears, and said aggrievedly: "Your lord, this junior never... never wanted to do anything, and when my junior was impulsive, this junior tried to dissuade you... Your lord ..."

The voice didn't care about his grievances, and just said: "You don't need to act like this, if you didn't do anything, the deity would have left you to report the news, you have already become a dead soul in the underground at this moment, bring your good junior brother, I'm going, don't dirty this clean place!"

The yellow-robed cultivator thanked repeatedly as if he had been pardoned, and picked up the rag-like junior brother who had already lost his breath, trembling and pinching out the magic formula.

The voice said again: "There is another one, pick it up for me! Are you worthy of setting foot in this place?"

The yellow-robed cultivator trembled again, and said "yes" repeatedly. He searched around and picked up the body of the same sect that Beng Fei had been before. Only then did the magic weapon of leaves on the side fly away in a whirl.

Wang Dazhuang's heart was surging!

His Xianjun is so powerful!A few words and a few words scared those two yellow skins into such a virtue!

He didn't care about anything else, and shouted loudly: "Xianjun! Xianjun! Where are you?!"

Xianjun is so airy, he must be healed, no one can hurt him, and he is not afraid of revealing the identity of Xianjun!

Ah, Xianjun's voice is so loud that no one can be seen, but a word can be heard so far!It's amazing!

Uncle Wang hugged his mother-in-law, dumbfounded.

Wang Cuihua forgot to cry a long time ago, and her mouth opened wide.

The people around didn't even have a comment, as if they were all frozen.

However, Da Zhuang wandered around and shouted for a long time, but Xianjun didn't show up, and didn't even make a sound.

Da Zhuang seemed to have been drained of strength all of a sudden, and his whole body was depressed. Xianjun really got angry this time, and refused to pay attention to him anymore...

Indeed, he clearly said that he wanted to accompany Xianjun, and Xianjun agreed at the time, but he regretted it, alas...

After a while, the villagers came to their senses and ran over to ask Wang Dazhuang what was going on. Wang Dazhuang pulled himself together and told Yu Changqing's real identity. There was a lot of discussion together.

Uncle Wang Wu understood: "It turned out to be a wounded fairy, no wonder he didn't reveal his identity, I just said, how can a mortal grow up like that, it makes sense to be a fairy."

Wang Dazhuang hurriedly explained to Xianjun: "Xianjun was injured. After I picked him up, he was afraid that the enemy would hurt us if he chased him, so he told me to throw him out. I couldn't bear it. Anyway, he raised him." Will it be fine for a while..."