The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

"But it's strange," Fang Xiu said to himself in confusion, "I usually pretend to be a mid-to-high-level golden core, and others must think that I have a good magic weapon that can be snatched from me. With a low-level foundation, what good things can people think about?" ?”

The low-level Foundation Establishment cultivators followed one after another and remained silent.

Thinking about it this way, it is indeed safe for him to go out, and no one will hit him with the idea of ​​winning the treasure.

"Uncle, do you need me to catch them?" Qin Shi had never encountered such a situation, and he didn't know how low-level monks would deal with it.Feeling novel and bewildered.

"Find a secluded alley, they will come out by themselves." The experienced Fang Xiu glanced around, set a target, and swaggered over.

They followed the uncle indifferently one after another, anyway, no matter what happened, it had nothing to do with him.He just followed the decoration behind others.

The three walked into the alley.

The sunlight is blocked by the gray stone wall, casting a large dark shadow, separating the quiet alleyway and the bustling street outside the alley into two distinct worlds of black and white.

A few monks appeared out of nowhere in the alleys, blocking their way forward and retreat.

They are all low-level monks at the foundation and Jindan stage.They waited silently one after another, watching them being slapped in the face by Fang Xiu.

"What?" Fang Xiu asked with a smile expectantly.

"It has nothing to do with you. Look for the one behind you." A muscular square-faced man threatened viciously, "If you are sensible, get out of here, and the uncle will let you live."

"Looking for me?" Qin Shi was slightly taken aback.He has never hidden his cultivation to come to the mortal world, and he is curious about everything like a child.

Because he was dressed in brocade clothes and looked like a rich man who didn't know much about the world. These people think they have money to grab?

"What do you want?" Another sturdy monk said disdainfully, "A foundation builder, can he still have treasures on his body?"

He raised his chin one after another: "You stay obediently, your two companions, the uncle let them go."

They were also stunned one after another.What are you looking for?

These people are disciples of Qiantian, and they have been looking for a chance to beat him up for a long time?

No, although Lingyuan Peak is notorious one after another, everyone shouts and beats him like a rat crossing the street, but there are not many people who have really seen him up close.

As long as you disguise yourself and hide your identity, it won't be so easy to be recognized at a glance.

Fang Xiu's cheerful tone suddenly turned cold: "What do you want to do?"

"Of course, do happy things." The square-faced monk smiled wretchedly, "I have never seen such a beautiful woman before."

He looked at her from beginning to end with friendly eyes: "Beauty, has no one told you that it is dangerous for you to walk on the street in such a pretentious manner? Don't be afraid, take good care of the uncle today, and in the future, the uncle will protect you and ensure that you will be popular." Drink spicy."

The word "beauty" makes those who don't rely on their faces feel chills one after another.

As a man, he was molested in the street by a few hooligans, and he was still under Qian Tianzong's feet.What kind of world is this cultivation world?

Qin Shi's dignified and gentlemanly face instantly sank: "You..."

"Looking for death!" Fang Xiujunyi's eyes shrank suddenly, bright and cold like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, and suddenly burst into flames.

He also wondered why there were so many Foundation Establishment cultivators in the streets that they were suddenly targeted.

This group of people did not want to win treasures, but took a fancy to Lian Lian himself.

That is the treasure in his heart, this group of people are so brave.

As the words fell, several monks were decapitated and dismembered.

There is a Golden Core with the highest cultivation, who should be wearing a life-saving magic weapon, and stands the farthest away from the alley.His magic weapon is broken, but his life is still alive.

Looking at the remains of severed limbs all over the place, he was frightened the most in his life.

These three people have only just established the foundation, and they are a group of people who have become lustful, so they follow them with confidence.Who would have thought that one of them would be so terrifying.

He immediately chanted the mantra, and at the fastest speed in his life, turned into green smoke and fled for his life.

Qin Shi turned to one after another, and said softly, "Don't be afraid. They won't be able to touch a hair of yours."

There is nothing to be afraid of.They slandered one after another, not to mention that Fang Xiuqin was here all the time, even if the two of them ignored him, the road was just a few steps away, wouldn't he know how to escape?

On the contrary, there are dark red pieces of flesh and limbs all over the alley, blood splashes on the white walls and black stains, and the viscous blood slowly flows and spreads, making the scene like hell on earth even more disgusting.

Fang Xiu's attack was really ruthless.No wonder everyone in Yantian Realm is afraid.

Fang Xiu turned his head to look at one after another, subdued a bit of the frightening cold, his brows still flashed with cold blood: "I remember his face. Let's go, let's go find him."

He found the joy of the day.To play a game of cat and mouse in Qianyuan Town.

How about forgetting?Your cold, devilish sneer is much scarier than those people just now.

He is not interested in the evil taste of "until death" one after another, and his methods are too cruel to make people uncomfortable.

However, the uncle is standing up for him anyway, as a nephew, it is not easy to stop him.

Let him go.One after another thought, anyway, he was the only one who was dragged to make up the numbers.

The three of them walked back to the sunny avenue, and began to "search for him thousands of times in the crowd", looking for the figure of the fish that slipped through the net.

After losing interest one after another, Fang Xiu and Qin Shi's footsteps were like the wind, full of interest, and vowed to find him, so that he would be hacked to death.

This spirit of persevering in pursuit made him admire in succession.It seems that one must have the perseverance to deal with trivial matters and never give up until the goal is reached, in order to overcome all difficulties and cultivate great power.

The three of them walked through the streets and alleys, and when they came to a main road, they encountered a funeral procession of hundreds of people again.

There were a lot of people attending the funeral, and the ceremony was grand. It looked like a wealthy family in the city.The big family will parade through the streets to show to the whole city that their children and grandchildren are filial, that the family is hurt, and that the family has money.

All the monks and ordinary people who passed by avoided the side of the street.While waiting for the team to pass, there were many people discussing in whispers.

After listening to a few random words one after another, it turned out that he was from a famous family, as if everyone in the city knew about it.

"I remember that his master passed away not long ago?"

"It's been more than a year since the old man passed away? It seemed like the young master last time?"

"I don't know who it is this time. Is his family dying too frequently recently?"

"Perhaps the filial son misses his dead father, and misses him sick."

"I can't see it all," someone said mysteriously, "These wealthy families have a lot of things to do after the death of their elders."

A group of people suddenly realized "Oh", and then began various arrangements and imaginations.

Most of them are inseparable from the children and grandchildren secretly murdering brothers and sisters in order to compete for family property.

Its content is bizarre, twists and turns, wonderful, and the details are as detailed as what you have seen with your own eyes.

After eating melons and listening to operas one after another, I accidentally fell into a trance.

After the funeral procession finished walking down the street, the crowd gradually dispersed, and only after recovering did they realize that he was the only one left in place.

His senior uncle and senior brother were dispersed by the crowd.The two of them were probably in a hurry to find the fish that slipped through the net, impatient to wait for him and left first.

There was silence for a while.

...This is actually better.

After finally going down the mountain, I didn't have a chance to take a good stroll, so I was dragged by my uncle all the way to find people.

It would be better for him to take a leisurely walk by himself and listen to the gossip on the side of the road.

For example, the head of the big family just now had a short story, which was more interesting than chasing and killing a monk who had never met before.

He was also quite curious about the various instruments sold by the monks at the lively market in the north just now.Anyway, there is no purpose, it is better to go shopping again.

Along the north-facing avenue, one after another, they walked towards the monks' square city, which they left as soon as they set foot on it, and had no time to wander in the future.

He followed the route he remembered and walked into an alleyway.

Here he followed his uncle just now. It is a shortcut to Beishi, and he can go to the main street in the north of the city.

Walking to the middle of the alley, the sky suddenly darkened.Wandering thin clouds blocked the daylight, and the bright sky suddenly became gloomy.

Several figures appeared out of thin air and surrounded them one after another.

The clear eyes suddenly shrank.

He was blocked again.And one of them was the square-faced monk Fang Xiu and Qin Shimancheng were looking for.

The two didn't find him, but he met each other.

In other words, the other party was also looking for him everywhere.

The square-faced monk lost the fear and panic in front of Fang Xiu at this moment. He flattered and smiled at a cold monk beside him: "Zhang Daojun, I'm not wrong. This person's face is rare in the world. I have never seen a face like this. He's better looking."

How dare a Golden Core cultivator call himself a "Taoist Monarch"?I was a little dumbfounded one after another.Neither Danxia of Qiantian Twelve Peaks nor the leader of Liedi Peak dared to receive this title.

Only a master among masters like his master and Huantian Peak Master is qualified to be called a Taoist monarch.

Zhang Daojun propped his chin, squinted and looked at each other.

"It is indeed a rare beauty. Okay, I will help you this time."

The square-faced monk nodded and bowed: "Thank you Daojun. But one of his companions is very powerful. I don't know where he is now. Daojun should be careful."

"Hmph, in front of this seat's Hunyuan Jindou, everyone below Yuanying will give this seat three points. How can you be so frightened by a foundation establishment?" Zhang Daojun spat at him, "This seat first He took it, and he will go to meet his companions later to avenge your useless brothers."

The square-faced monk Nuo Nuo repeated his thanks.

It became clear in an instant.The friend of the square-faced monk was killed by Fang Xiu, and he immediately went to rescue the soldiers.

This Zhang Daojun has a powerful magic weapon in his body, and he has never seen anything in the world, so he is only in the early stage of Jindan, and he is also arrogant, thinking that he has nothing to fear.

After thinking for a while.

Fang Xiu and Qin Shi were in the city, and they could appear immediately with a message.

But he didn't really want to call them.

Even if his cultivation base is low, he doesn't want to hide behind others whenever something happens.

He has a magic weapon to escape in his pocket, so the master must have added a life-saving spell to him.Even if there is an emergency, it will not be seriously injured or killed.

The seven people on the opposite side, except for the two Golden Cores, are all of the same foundation building as him, and two of them are not as good as him.

He can fight them.

It's never too late to run if you can't beat it.

One after another, they took the lead in calling out their sabers.

Zhang Daojun and a group of followers were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "You can still use a sword? The skin is tender, don't accidentally hurt yourself."

He became interested, and drew out his saber: "Since beauties are interesting, and I am not a person who does not understand customs, I will accompany you through a few tricks."

The attendant on the side smiled obsequiously: "Mr. Dao, please be merciful and don't hurt that beautiful face."

"I know it well. Do you need to remind me?"

Zhang Daojun smiled and looked at his opponent, not thinking how capable this man with thin arms and legs could be.He flirted with pity and pity, and it didn't take much strength to draw the sword.

The martial arts master who has traveled to the wrong world has only competed with three people in Qiantianzong.

One is Xue Songyu whose cultivation level is equal, he can win with his eyes closed.

The other two were Qin Shi and Daojun Huantian who didn't use their spiritual energy and only competed with him in sword moves.

Don't say that Zhang Daojun is very different from those two peerless powers, his swordsmanship may not even be comparable to Xue Songyu.

However, it takes a long time to enter the Tao, and the accumulation of aura is more.

Dodging the fluttering swords one after another, he walked swiftly like lightning, and drew a sword flower. With a flash of silver light, a long and thin bloodstain was drawn on the enemy's arm.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the cool wind blew through the bloody smell, permeating the entire alleyway.

The alley shrouded in shadows was instantly silent, only the ticking sound of blood falling to the ground, which irritated the eardrums heavily.

A group of onlookers opened their mouths wide open, dumbfounded.

The person in front of him was thin and fair-skinned, giving off an impression of frailty.

But his sword was so swift and fierce, they only felt a flash of light before their eyes, the speed was so fast that they couldn't see it clearly.

There was a hot pain from the wound, and Zhang Daojun flew into a rage.

Although he is a casual cultivator without a family, in the area of ​​Beicheng, Qianyuan Town, he is also a local snake that everyone wants to be courteous.

At this time, he was injured by a foundation cultivator, which was a great shame in his life.

He quickly turned around and stabbed back, trying to knock off the long sword in the opponent's hand, but was cut horizontally by the opponent at the same place, adding to the injury.

He was furious, and he was afraid that after he sacrificed the magic weapon, this rare and peerless beauty would be wiped out in one blow, so he cast a mouse-like weapon and roared at his subordinates: "Take him down for me!"

"Keep your life alive, this seat will torture him to the point where he can't survive or die."

The subordinates ordered, and at the same time, six weapons attacked one after another at the same time.

After dodging the ring knife attacking from the left one after another, he jumped up on his toes, and the two weapons attacking from the right collided instantly.

With a twist of his wrist, he slashed vertically with the sword from top to bottom. With the help of the downward force of the long sword, the opponent who attacked from the side was hit violently, and the weapon in his hand hit the ground directly, making it difficult to pull out for a while.

After evading the attacks of the four, he couldn't dodge the fifth knife, so he simply stopped dodging, and received the knife forcefully with his left arm, and stabbed the enemy in front with his right hand.

He was so hard-hearted that he was ruthless to himself, and even more ruthless to his enemies.

Once you have the determination to win or lose that you don't want to admit defeat, you will not dodge or evade, and you will give your opponent a little bit of trouble no matter what.

After piercing the enemy's throat with a sword, he turned back with the sword and stabbed out again, killing the No.2 enemy in an instant.

Two monks who were not as good as him were killed instantly.

The long sword offensive did not stop, and without stopping, they attacked the remaining enemies again.

In less than a moment of fighting, four Foundation Establishment cultivators had died by his sword.

Blood dripped to the ground along Han Ying's bright light sword, and her exquisite thin lips raised a terrific smile towards the frightened opponent.

Two injuries for four lives.He is not bad.

There was only one Foundation Establishment of the same level left, lying on the ground in fright, backing up with hands and feet, and no longer had the courage to point his sword at his opponent.

He turned his attention to the two Golden Core monks one after another.

The strong smell of blood in the air dilutes some rationality.

He raised his sword again.The opponent is weaker than imagined, maybe today he can leapfrog the enemy and kill a golden core?

It's a pity that the Foundation Establishment cultivator in front of him had a rare appearance, and he was killed before he played with it.Zhang Daojun originally wanted to keep him alive and take him into the house as a pet, but at this time he couldn't care less.

In panic and fury, he took out his magic weapon to wipe out the enemy in front of him.Before my thoughts moved, I suddenly felt a chill in my arm, as if something was empty.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain seeped into the meridians, and only then did he realize that his hand was gone.

The palm of the hand was cut off by a sword, the cut surface of the broken bone was smooth and flat, and the fracture covered in red and white was shocking.

The huge coercion that seemed to crush the bones of his whole body made Zhang Daojun paralyzed to the ground, unable to even cry out in pain.

Fang Xiu stood beside him, his eyes were like cold poisonous snakes, he looked at the figure on the ground indifferently as if looking at a dead thing, and asked in a cold voice, "Who hurt him?"

He closed his eyes, didn't continue to ask this question, and sighed silently: "Little Shitou, take Xiao Qu'er out."

Qin Shi understood, and stretched out his hands one after another: "Junior Brother, let's go out first."

Guessing one after another that the next scene may be bloody and terrifying, it is not suitable for children.He didn't respond to Qin Shi's hand, turned around and walked out of the alley.

The clouds gradually dissipated, and the gloomy sky became bright again.

Breeze in willows, gossamer and catkins talking nonsense (*)

The two walked to a tree by the side of the road and waited for Fangxiu.

Qin Shi caressed his arms one after another, and his heart was tinged with gentle reproach: "If you are in danger, why don't you call me. Does it hurt?"

They withdrew their hands one after another, and said with a nonchalant smile: "There is no danger. Skin trauma, it doesn't matter. The kung fu of these people is far worse than that of senior brothers."

The last time he had a sword fight with Qin Shi, the wound the opponent inflicted on him was far better than today, and he stabbed him in the stomach.Now such a small scene is not worth looking down at.

Qin Shi was startled suddenly.

The wound on the neck that had already healed suddenly began to burn again, burning through the blood to the bottom of my heart, burning a sea of ​​regret.

"Junior Brother, I..."

He was at a loss for words for a moment, then paused, "If your anger is hard to get rid of..."

"Xiao Qu'er, are you alright?" Fang Xiu walked out from the alley at this time, while snorting in a low voice, "If you don't hit me like that, you'll die in one shot", while raising one arm after another in concern, to examine carefully.

She withdrew her hand again and again, shook her head and smiled lightly: "It's okay, a little injury."

The flesh of the two wounds turned outwards, which looked a bit hideous, but did not hurt any muscles or bones.

Putting some medicine on someone else's body, it was a small wound that healed in a few days, but the wound on Lian Lian's body was like a severe cut in Fang Xiu's heart, dripping with blood.

"Little Shitou, do you have any wound medicine?"

Qin Shi shook his head.

The great power of their realm, firstly, they have not been injured for many years, secondly, few people have been injured, and thirdly, their Qihai is full of spiritual power, and skin injuries can quickly heal themselves, and they don't have the habit of carrying traumatic medicine with them at all.

Fang Xiu frowned: "Xiao Qu'er, let's go back. I'll go to Danxiazi to heal your wounds."

He didn't care about the magic circle in Qianyuan Town and the rules of not being able to control the sword. He summoned the natal sword and planned to fly back to Qiantianzong one after another.

They looked at him blankly one after another.

A skin wound that can be healed with just a little golden sore medicine in the mortal medical clinic, needs Yujian to go back to the mountain and alarm the Master Danxia of the Medicine Sect? !

Hearing this, my fellow disciples felt that besides being an idiot, he also had to be spoiled and cowardly, so weak that such a trivial matter would mobilize many people, and the suzerain did not have such a big show like him.

What's more, he finally went down the mountain once.

"Uncle, I still want to play in the city for a while."

Fang Xiu hesitated for a moment: "But your injury..."

"It doesn't matter."

Sister Lin is not as precious as him.

Qin Shi hesitated for a while, but finally felt that he should follow the meaning of succession.

If it is a master, he will agree to whatever he says one after another.

Qin Shi was on the sidelines to help, Fang Xiu had no choice but to listen to it one after another, but he had to find a medical clinic to bandage it first.

Fang Xiu had a vague impression that there was a clinic opened by a monk in the town, and there should be good medicine in it, so he led them towards the east city one after another.

The three of them came to a small road to the east, and once again encountered the funeral procession of the wealthy family.

There weren't many people this time, and they all stopped by the alley, in front of the back door of a deep house.

A group of people seemed to be arguing about something, all of them looked sullen, and suppressed their anger, and they were embarrassed to shout loudly at the funeral.

Curious one after another, I looked at the group of people a few more times.One person noticed someone passing by and cast his gaze at him.

Looking at each other, both of them were taken aback at the same time, and asked each other in surprise, "Why are you here?"

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*The magpie steps on the branch · the six-curved railing leans against the green tree

One after another: I like to gossip, and love to eat melons.Killing one thousand enemies will cost you eight hundred (.

Successively, she is usually calm, but when she gets angry, she becomes impulsive.

It was the same when he fought Qin Shi before.

The master hopes that he will progress step by step and level up step by step, and does not want him to leapfrog and fight monsters, because every time he will be injured. (Obviously you can lie down and win

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

One after another: No one would think that a weak chicken like me has treasures on me, and I am safe when I go out.

Others: Do not rob treasures, rob people.