"The most important thing for a family is to be in order."

Uncle Jiu sighed when he saw Old Master Ren rushing towards the house. After seeing that Qiu Sheng was still unable to trigger the Three Flavors True Fire Talisman despite all his efforts, he was angry with his two apprentices for not living up to expectations.

Not to mention that the magic weapons that he used to hold the coffin were all taken out by Wen Cai Qiu Sheng and these two idiots. Seeing Old Master Ren, they were scared to death. Qiu Sheng Wen Cai had been studying with him for many years, but he couldn't even trigger the talisman.

I have been teaching these two brats carefully over the years, but I still don’t know when they will be able to get started. It’s true that not everyone is as talented in cultivation as Lin Fengjiao and his junior brother.

I remember when he followed his master to practice Taoism in Maoshan...

"Uncle Nine!"

Ren Fa, who had already hid on the second floor and was shivering, shouted with a trembling voice.

Although he knew that Uncle Jiu and his junior brother had extraordinary Taoist skills, he still felt unsure at the moment.

The "dong-dong" sound of the zombies stepping on the ground seemed to be stepping on his heart.

Dear father, you have been dead for so many years, why are you still not stable?

I am your biological son after all!

If you bite me to death, won't the Ren family be extinct?

Forcing the messy thoughts out of his mind, Uncle Jiu coughed and cleared his throat.

When this person gets old, he gets nostalgic easily. Where did he think of just now?

It’s Lian Mei!

I regret it!

"Don't worry, Mr. Ren, if my junior brother hadn't deliberately asked my two incompetent apprentices to practice their courage, this zombie wouldn't have been able to cause trouble for so long."

Uncle Jiu's tone was satisfactory.

Just like the junior brother said, what kind of waves can a mere black zombie make?

"Practice your courage?" Ren Fa asked in his heart.

Using zombies to train my nephew's courage is something that the little Taoist priest outside the door can do.

If there is an accident, wouldn't it mean that you will lose your life?

"You must never offend that little Taoist priest in the future." Without allowing Ren Fa to think too much, Mr. Ren jumped in from outside.

The zombies broke into the door, and Uncle Jiu kicked Old Master Ren out with a powerful kick.

"this……"

"So fierce?"

Ah Wei was confused.

Uncle Jiu's thin body may not look half as tall and powerful as his own.

Damn it!

Could it be that Uncle Jiu is a legendary martial arts master?

Or is it natural power?

This is not Amao and a dog, but a zombie that is not even afraid of bullets and can scratch rocks with its claws!

Ah Wei seemed to have thought of something, rubbed his hands and laughed twice.

"Sir, is Uncle Jiu's foot crooked?" Xiao Hong asked uncertainly while standing on the roof.

In her eyes, why does Uncle Jiu look a little heavy?

It seems that Uncle Jiu must be feeling very uncomfortable, right?

Jingzhou suppressed his laughter and nodded silently.

Uncle Jiu has a sprain in his foot. He was obviously kicked hard!

After all, the effects of forces are reciprocal.

When Uncle Jiu stepped down, Jingzhou didn't have to guess. Most of his senior brother's feet were red and swollen.

Ren Fa, who was hiding in the room, wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle Nine is Uncle Nine!

He is truly an expert!

This elegant and calm kick can repel zombies.

Just when Ren Fa was thinking about how to compliment Uncle Jiu, Master Ren stood in front of him with an extraordinary bearing. He looked at a figure that was taller than the legendary Dragon and Tiger Celestial Master, and he immediately hugged his feet and screamed several times.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Uncle Jiu's face turned red and he coughed continuously.

Uncle Jiu, who wanted to save face the most, would not admit that he was so obsessed with Miss Lian just now that he made a careless move and held back his strength.

"Roar!"

Old Master Ren got kicked in the face and became even more furious.

Uncle Jiu stepped on the Tiangang, raised his hand to quickly form a seal, raised his middle index finger, bit the fingertips, and pointed towards the seal hall of Mr. Ren.

Blood is the blood from the heart, which contains the magical power of a cultivator. Blood has the most yang energy and is best used to deal with evil and evil things.

"For zombies, once the Yintang is sealed by a cultivator, the corpse energy in the body will be suppressed, and the zombie will seem to have no strength and cannot even move." Jing Zhou admired Uncle Jiu's movements while giving

Xiaohong explained.

There are many scenes in his memory of biting his middle finger to catch ghosts and suppress zombies.

Even in "Uncle Zombie", Chizuru often uses this move to deal with royal zombies.

"You bit your finger and it started to bleed. Doesn't it hurt Uncle Jiu?" Xiaohong asked in a low voice.

"It's bleeding, does it hurt?" Jing Zhou asked back.

Xiao Hong nodded.

There was no pain at all on Uncle Jiu’s face. He was really a master!

"I don't know where Qianhe is at the moment. At this time, the Qing Emperor abdicates, Qianhe should also transport the royal zombies. Simu and Qianhe have the best relationship. We have to find a time to ask Simu, otherwise the royal zombies will be transported.

Because of his ferocious nature, Qianzuru and his four disciples died without a chance of rebirth."

"Old Master Ren who has not sucked Ren's blood is just a black zombie. He is of course no threat to a wise man like Qianzhe and Four Eyes. However, even if Ikkyu and Four Eyes attack the royal zombies together, with all their tricks, they are still close to one."

Go to Xitian and meet Dao Ancestor alone. This royal zombie at least has the ability to jump to the deadlock."

Jing Zhou was thinking a lot in his mind, but it only took a blink of an eye.

Since he came to this world, Qianzhe must take action to save him.

"Uncle Jiu deserves to be a master!" Ren Fa couldn't help but praise as the gloom in his heart had dissipated a lot.

Uncle Jiu's movements were smooth and smooth, which was pleasing to the eye. With Ren Fa's decades of experience, he naturally understood that Uncle Jiu was not comparable to those quack magicians.

"Cough, cough..."

But, why did Uncle Jiu point at the zombie’s nose?

Do zombies have the most fragile noses?

Ren Fa didn't know that Uncle Jiu had used too much force to kick the zombie just now. His foot still hurt, and he staggered and stumbled.

"What are you still doing? Get the thread!" Uncle Jiu shouted to Wencai.

Does this lackluster disciple want to see himself embarrassed?

Wen Cai asked in confusion: "What kind of thread does the master use?"

Uncle Jiu rolled over, avoiding Old Master Ren's murderous arm, and said with a dark face: "Ink Dou Line!"

"Can you blame me?"

"Master, you can't speak clearly!"

"The Mo Dou line is just the Mo Dou line. How much effort does it take to say two more words?"

Wen Cai silently complained in his heart and threw away the ink thread wrapped around his waist. At the same time, the man hid behind him.

"I'll deal with you later, you brat!" Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai. Just as he was about to call Qiu Sheng, he found that this brat had also escaped.

What unethical things did I do in my previous life?

If he died, he would not be killed by zombies and ghosts, but must be angry to death by these two boys Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

"Brother, let me help you!"

Jingzhou shook his head and sighed, then fell down from the house and grabbed one end of the ink pipe line.

"Okay!" Uncle Jiu, who was stepping on the Kui Gang, jumped into the air and pulled the ink line with one hand, blocking the path of Master Ren.

boom!

Mr. Renlao hit the ink line and made a loud noise.
To be continued...