"Uncle, I come from Wu Village not far away. I heard from relatives in the next village that there is an immortal master here in Jiuligou who teaches and teaches me. I am here to become a disciple."

Su Hao said quickly.

"You are here to see the immortal master, then I will take you there."

Hearing Su Hao's words, the middle-aged man smiled with a smile on his face. After he finished speaking, he diligently walked ahead to lead the way. Su Hao did not refuse the other person's kindness and followed closely behind.

Under the leadership of the middle-aged man, Su Hao began to walk around the village. The middle-aged man was very enthusiastic. In order not to make Su Hao feel impatient, he would turn around and talk to him from time to time, but his eyes would always glance at him from time to time. Feet or hands.

Seeing this situation, Su Hao knew that the middle-aged man was trying to find out whether he had martial arts skills. If he was a martial arts practitioner, then his internal skills could be hidden, but the habits left behind by long-term training could not be easily hidden. .

For example, habitual movements that are light and elegant or lightning fast are left over from practicing Qing Gong, or finger or arm movements are left over from long-term practice of swordsmanship and swordsmanship. These habitual movements are difficult to control and occasionally occur subconsciously. Use it.

However, for Su Hao, this kind of precaution is just like ogling a blind man. He has never practiced martial arts and his physical fitness is similar to that of ordinary people. The middle-aged man is basically guarding against loneliness.

After going around two more alleys, Su Hao frowned and said, "Uncle, haven't we walked through this alley before?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I was just talking too much and got sidetracked."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man also knew that he couldn't drag it on anymore, and he quickly smiled awkwardly and said: "We turned left at the previous intersection. We went wrong. After turning left, we just walked a few steps and we are there."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked back.

Soon, under the leadership of the middle-aged man, Su Hao arrived at a large house with two entrances. As a small village in Jiuligou, a large house with two entrances was considered the best house.

The middle-aged man said: "Brother, please wait here for a moment. I'll go in and see if the immortal master has time to see you."

"Then I'll trouble you, uncle."

Su Hao said with a smile.

Seeing the middle-aged man walk into the house, Su Hao put his hand into his sleeve with a solemn expression and clasped a small stack of paper figurines in his hands. There were not many, only thirty or forty.

However, although the number of these paper figurines is not as large as before, these paper figurines were made from the bark of the locust tree demons that he and Lu Zhen bought before, and the paper figurines he summoned were more bloody than the ones he summoned with blood. The paper man is even more powerful, almost comparable to those who have practiced martial arts for ten years, and is much stronger than ordinary people.

In the house, a middle-aged man came to a young man with long hair wearing a white monk's robe. He knelt down respectfully and said: "Master, there is a man from another village outside the door who wants to worship the master." Down."

This person is none other than He Tao, the third disciple of White Lotus Sect leader Xu Hongru!

"Who is coming?"

He Tao opened his eyes and said calmly.

After hearing He Tao's words, the middle-aged man also knew what He Tao was asking, and said quickly: "Master, according to the villain's observation along the way, the opponent's hands and feet are weak, the muscles and bones are not open, and there are no signs of practicing. Moreover, the opponent has been walking along the way. The breath is chaotic, and it doesn’t look like he’s faking it.”

"Then let him in."

He Tao nodded. As a leftist sorcerer, the most taboo thing is people being trained in martial arts.

"Young man, go right away."

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully again, and then slowly exited the room.

"Um."

He Tao responded lightly. The reason why he accepted people from other villages as disciples was mainly to use their influence in the village. As long as he worked together, the relatives of his disciples would naturally become followers of the White Lotus Sect, and

The villagers in each village are almost of the same clan and are connected by blood. As long as the time comes, he can use Jiuligou as his foundation and his apprentices as branches and leaves to lead an army of several thousand people.

"Brother, the immortal master happens to be free to see you. Come with me."

When he came to the door and saw Su Hao waiting at the door, the middle-aged man said with a smile.

“Just be inside!”

Su Hao also said with a smile.

The middle-aged man was also confused by Su Hao's sudden words, but he had no chance to understand. He saw a white figure flash past, and the middle-aged man's body and head were separated instantly, and a pillar of blood rose into the sky.

It was Fu Bo who took action!

On the other side, Su Hao's life paper man also turned into a white lightning and rushed into the house.

"not good!"

The moment the natal paper man burst into the house, He Tao's face in the lobby suddenly changed. He quickly reached into his sleeve and took out a handful of yellow beans. But at this time, the natal paper man had already appeared outside the lobby.

With no time to recite the curse, He Tao could only punch himself hard in the chest, spraying a mouthful of blood on the soybeans, and then flicked his hand, so the soybeans fell to the ground and turned into dozens of soldiers, blocking the entrance to the lobby.

The next moment, I saw the paper man suddenly jumped up and stepped on the head of a bean soldier. Then with a flick of his hand, thirty or forty small paper men flew out and turned into the size of ordinary people when they landed, but they were different from the previous paper men.

, these paper figures have a sense of heaviness on their bodies, not as light and airy as before.

Spreading paper becomes a tactic!

Recognizing the left-handed technique used by the other party, He Tao's expression changed drastically and he hurriedly shouted: "Brother He Fang is here. I am He Tao, the third disciple of the leader of the White Lotus Sect. If I have offended you in the past, I am willing to

Let’s hold a banquet to make amends, please show your respect to me, Taoist brother!”

He couldn't help but not be anxious, he knew very well that whoever exposed his true identity first would be in the hands of others, unless he was really much stronger than the enemy!

Su Hao outside the house also heard He Tao's voice, but Su Hao did not stop, but continued to control the paper man to surround He Tao. He knew very well that He Tao had learned the heretical skills as Xu Hongru's third disciple.

There are definitely more than him. Now they are just at a disadvantage because of his surprise attack. How could they admit it so easily? It is more likely that they want to confirm his position.

In the lobby, looking at the paper figures surrounding him, He Tao could only take out a handful of beans from his sleeve, then punched his chest again, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and transformed hundreds of bean soldiers to kill the paper figures.

people.

"Uncle Fu, I'm sorry to bother you!"

Seeing He Tao conjuring dozens of bean soldiers again, Su Hao turned to look at Uncle Fu who was standing aside.

"Master, be careful!"

Hearing this, Uncle Fu nodded. He also knew that Su Hao wouldn't be able to last long in this state of exerting all his strength.

In the lobby, more than a hundred bean soldiers worked together to resist the siege of the zodiac paper man and more than thirty demon tree bark paper men. Although the bean soldiers were relatively weak, they were more numerous and could still barely hold them back.

At this time, Uncle Fu suddenly rushed into the bean soldiers like a white chain.

Puff puff!

With the sword in his hand, more than ten bean soldiers were killed on the spot, turned into beans, and fell to the ground.

"Brother Taoist, hold your hand high!"

Looking at Uncle Fu who was only a foot away from him, He Tao shouted quickly.

puff!

After hearing He Tao's words, Uncle Fu, who once again killed a bean soldier, said solemnly: "Either surrender or die!"

"I am willing to surrender! I am willing to surrender!"

He Tao shouted quickly.


Chapter completed!