Chapter 112 Are You Not Afraid of the Old Man?

Everyone was attracted by the objects that crossed in the air.

At the same time follow the reputation -

Master is this?

How to help the devil?

The one who spoke, stood firmly on the top of the scorpion, stroking his beard and holding his hand.

Xiao Yuan'er sat in front and watched the battle below with interest.

"Grandmaster?"

"what's the situation?"

"Master is trying to kill the devil, but he made a mistake and was accidentally picked up by his opponent?"

The disciples watching from the Qingyu altar were stunned.

Sure enough, the parting scabbard in the air had already flown in front of Zhang Qiuchi.

"Resistance!" Zhang Qiuchi had already raised his life-killing knife, so he couldn't handle that much, so he cut it down first.

call out!

Gang Qi formed a knife shadow, and with the power of the Heavenly Rank Killing Sword, it slashed down.

boom!

This knife slashed on the parting scabbard.

Under the collision of the heaven-level weapon, the parting hook scabbard violently rotated.

In the meantime keep on falling!

Zhang Qiuchi was shocked!

This small object can actually block the life-killing knife?

He frowned.

Staring intently at the strange weapon.

It's a pity that the weapon was blown away by Gang Qi and flew towards Ming Shiyin's hands... as if chasing after its master.

[Ding, parting the hook sheath and identifying the master successfully, activate the rank: Heaven rank, reward 1000 merit points. 】

Lu Zhou Fushu nodded.

If there is no parting hook, Ming Shiyin has almost no chance of defeating Zhang Qiuchi, who has the killing knife.

Originally, he planned to temper Ming Shiyin's temperament. After all, this guy is sometimes too outrageous, but now seems to be a good time.

The moment when the Lord succeeds.

Ming Shiyin's eyes brightened a lot, and his expression became excited.

Too late to thank the master, Ming Shiyin jumped into the air like lightning!

The next second, Ming Shiyin pulled out the parting hook and rushed towards Zhang Qiuchi like a tiger with wings.

Bang bang bang!

The astral qi that was several times more spectacular than before was vented.

Speed ​​and movement were all brought into full play. At the same time, the parting hook scabbard was like fireworks blooming in the air, flickering sharply, as if the entire sky had become the home field of Ming Shiyin.

Bang bang bang!

Ming Shiyue held the hook in the backhand and held the knife in the forehand.

The parting scabbard kept changing back and forth, and all fell on the life-killing knife in Zhang Qiuchi's hand.

"Zhang Qiuchi... You have used the great magical power four times in a row. If it weren't for the killing sword, you would not be my opponent at all." Ming Shiyin's voice kept echoing in the air.

At this time, Zhang Qiuchi also realized that the so-called master was the owner of Motian Pavilion.

This created endless pressure on him.

One trade off and the other trades off, but Ming Shiyin has the advantage in an instant.

If Zhang Qiuchi wants to survive...then he must retreat to the big formation of the Qingyu altar!

So, he raised his life-killing knife and wanted to imitate Ming Shiyin!

However……

Ming Shiyin said coldly, "Hundred Tribulations Cave."

The two-zhang-tall dharma body appeared!

Ming Shiyin's speed suddenly increased several times, leaving the hook sheath and smashing towards Zhang Qiuchi like a violent storm.

"Damn!" Zhang Qiuchi retreated continuously.

Bang bang bang!

The two heaven-level weapons collided, sparks splashing everywhere.

But Ming Shiyin's confidence in the parting hook is far better than Zhang Qiuchi.

"Goodbye." Ming Shiyin said suddenly.

"Um?"

Zhang Qiuchi didn't react at all, and the dense vines below had already surrounded him.

completely blocked his path.

"Hundred Tribulations Cave." Ming Shiyin said lightly.

This time, not two feet.

But three feet.

The golden lotus under the dharma body clearly has a leaf that is in full bloom.

"This... when did the leaves bloom?" Zhang Qiuchi's eyes widened in disbelief.

puff--

Ming Shiyin carried the parting hook sheath and penetrated Zhang Qiuchi's chest.

From the moment he obtained the Heavenly Rank weapon, Ming Shiyin pressed Zhang Qiuchi from beginning to end, not a second, not a moment!

"Sorry...I have already opened the leaves."

The battle is over.

The screen freezes.

Zhang Qiuchi's remaining vitality dragged his body without falling.

Ming Shiyin stood in the air, straightened his waist, wiped the parting hook sheath with his sleeve, and hooked it back to the sheath.

Pfft!

Zhang Qiuchi fell from the sky!

[Ding, kill a target in the Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm and get 1000 merit points. 】

Ming Shiyin hurriedly fell down and went in the direction of Bi Qian.

When the vines blocked the view.

The disciples of the Qingyu altar were full of doubts.

They couldn't see the battle situation, but they could still see the Bihua suspended above.

At this time,

The vines slowly disappeared.

Vision restored.

They saw Ming Shiyin appearing dozens of meters in front of them, then knelt down and handed over to Biya——

"Thank you Master, the disciple will definitely live up to Master's expectations!"

Loyalty +2.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard indifferently, just glanced at him and nodded as a response.

Unexpectedly, Ming Shiyin has hidden his strength.

In the last battle with the four black knights, he also opened the leaves.

Ming Shiyin got up together, and said to Xiao Yuan'er, "Little Junior Sister, when I killed Zhang Qiuchi with one move just now, did you have the second brother's style?"

Xiao Yuan'er rolled her eyes at him and said, "I don't know!"

If you still have doubts before, then the dialogue between the two will confirm the identity of the old man——

"He's the big devil!?"

"Ji Tiandao?"

"Isn't it... The master recommended by Duan Xing is the master of Motian Pavilion?"

"Run—"

Those disciples with low cultivation bases, how dare they stay nearby and watch. Life is more important than watching the battle.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one disciple left in the Qingyutan.

Xiao Yuan'er looked back and said, "Hey, there are still people who are not afraid of Master."

Lu Zhou glanced casually.

It was none other than the fifth elder Zhang Chu of Zhengyi who was still standing there.

Ming Shiyin and Zhang Qiuchi were afraid that the fight would not end in a while, so Lu Zhou asked, "Aren't you afraid of this old man?"

Zhang Chu did not speak.

Lu Zhou nodded slightly and said in approval, "This old man thought that Zhengyi was all timid as a mouse."

"Master, I haven't had enough of it yet, or I'll kill this person?" Ming Shiyin said with a smile, "I promise not to make any noise, I will die faster than Zhang Qiuchi."

Lu Zhou shook his head, glanced at Zhang Chu, and said, "No need."

Killing Zhang Chu is useless.

Just a small fish and shrimp.

As far as Zhengyi is concerned, it is innocuous.

"This seat admires courageous people the most... This seat will save your life." Lu Zhou waved his sleeves, "Return to the Devil's Pavilion."

Biqi flew towards the clouds.

"Respectfully send off the master, I will go to the third senior brother." Ming Shiyin said.

Lu Zhou ignored him and rode into the air.

Ming Shiyin took a step of thirty feet and swept toward the jungle.

"Brother, it took so long to go to the thatched hut?!"

After saying this, he disappeared.

He just left.

After a while, Zhang Chu slumped down, and a rush of heat... gurgled out...

Just after Lu Zhou and others left.

in the quiet jungle.

A man in a gray robe walked out very low-key.

He looked at the direction in which the birch left in the sky, and murmured, "Master, you seem to have changed a lot..."

He slowly walked towards Zhang Chu, who was slumped on the ground.

"Hello."

"You...you, hello." Zhang Chu nodded with lingering fears.

"I don't think they meant to scare you."

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