(The third update... I'll ask for red tickets, not Grandpa Mao, nor soft girl coins... just red tickets...)

Tang Cheng glared at Tao Yao fiercely, and was extremely angry with this female monster who was afraid of the world's chaos. Then, Tang Cheng sighed in his heart and observed a few breaths of silence for his master's future miserable life.

At this moment, a miserable call for help came from the sky, saying, "That fellow Taoist will join forces to kill this tiger demon. I don't want any reward for the mission, I will give it to you."

As soon as he arrived in Baisha Town, the Taoist could no longer fly, and in order to survive, he couldn't help but scream. He naturally understood that in a small place like Baisha Town, there was no strong monk, but at this time, he was like a drowning person, even if he was a straw, he would hold on.

The Taoist screamed so sadly, comparable to the cuckoo crying blood and the lonely geese losing their flock. However, the monks fought with strength and methods.

The Taoist in front was obviously not a match for the tiger demon. Although his flying sword seemed quite extraordinary to Tangcheng, the monster's methods were even better, especially a pair of flying claws, which were elusive.

Although the flying sword used by the Taoist is also called "a alive and magical", it was suppressed by these flying claws three feet in front of him, and he did not dare to fly out to kill the enemy at all.

Tang Cheng shook his head slightly. Although Tang Cheng was not proficient in flying swords, the path that sword cultivators took was originally a narrow path that was nothing else except for the sword. While pursuing strong lethality, sword cultivators rarely use other magical tools. This is why Tang Cheng has many magical weapons, but they are rarely used by fellow disciples.

Moreover, the way of flying swords emphasizes killing the enemy out of sight. Now, this guy is forced to defend by the enemy, and this guy is doomed to be tragedy.

The two of them are not very capable and cannot perfectly control their own strength. Their energy is like a huge rock falling from the sky, and they smash the houses in the town from time to time.

However, the lucky attributes of the townspeople were quite high. After fighting in the sky for half a day, there was no casualties in the huge Baisha Town. However, the resentment of the two people in the sky became deeper and deeper, and some people stared at the Korean won, and everyone was obviously dissatisfied with the Qingshi Martial Arts Hall's approach to making a turtle.

Han Biyang was as stupid as a donkey. The reason why the people in the town didn't care about him was because Baisha Town was adjacent to Wanshou Mountain. If a monster came, the Bluestone Martial Arts Hall could withstand one or two.

Han Biyang's swollen face was full of fear, and he trembled: "It's a devil monk. This Taoist really deserves to die. It's not good to go anywhere, so he has to come to our Baisha Town!"

Jiang Mosquito pinched Han Biyang's thick neck, shook it hard twice, and then said, "The Demon Monk, it's not your turn to worry about it. If you don't hand over the spirit stone, grandpa will break your neck."

Suddenly, Jiang Mosquito smelled a stinky smell. When he looked again, a pool of yellow liquid flowed under the Korean won. This guy was so scared that he was pissed.

Jiang Mosquito felt disgusted and didn't care about the spirit stone. He threw him out and rubbed his hands repeatedly. Back then, Jiang Mosquito was also a sloppy guy. Later, he practiced with the fish spirit Xiaoqing and was treated by Xiaoqing, who loved cleansing for several years. Now, Jiang Mosquito wants to wash his hands three times a day (don't ask me where the water comes from in the fetal hiding world).

Korean won't act as Superman in the air, making a 1,800-dollar volley. His father, the owner of the Bluestone Martial Arts Hall, shouted, and the weapon flew into the air and joined the battle circle.

"Don't be crazy, I, Han Fei, come!"

The magic weapon that Han Fei controlled was a Frisbee, which is a simplified version of the Buddhist magic weapon Lotus Throne. Although it is also a medium-grade magic weapon, the price is several times lower. Baisha Town is too small, and life in the Bluestone Martial Arts Hall is tight. Just like Han Biyang looks like a second-generation ancestor, there is only one spirit stone on his body, which is so poor that he is speechless.

The red long whip broke into the sky and pointed at the demon monk like a poisonous snake. The evil monk swung out a golden big handprint and hit the whip's tip with a backhand.

The red whip that tore through the sky trembled violently, and then he stopped, like a dead snake. With one move, he tried Han Fei's actual level. The demon monk laughed anxiously and shouted: "Now anyone dares to provoke us Qishengzhai. You are really old birthday stars who eat arsenic, you have long life!"

Han Fei shook his long whip again and shouted: "Baisha Town is not a place for you to fight. Our Qingshi Martial Arts Museum will protect the country and protect the people. We will never allow damage here."

Han Fei said this with confidence, but everyone could hear the weakness of his qi and timidity. He only had tears in his eyes and said clearly: Two masters, please move your toes a little and go somewhere else to fight, okay? I, Han Fei, wouldn't dare to interfere. Now, I'm just driving the duck on the shelves, so I have no choice.

But the people who were running down below were moved by Han Fei's righteousness and couldn't help but be very grateful.

If the Taoist and the Demon Monk cooperated, Han Fei might have won the heart of suppressing the people. However, no matter how powerful monsters are, they rarely take care of others' moods, and this Demon Monk is no exception.

"Ah, you despicable guys, grandpa, I didn't eat two tooth-killing sacrifices every day. You should burn incense and worship Buddha. Now, I am just a move. You dare to come and make noise. What a great courage!"

Han Fei complained secretly, but he could only whip up and fight with the Taoist Monk. The whip and swords come and go, and the magic seals fly everywhere, which is very lively. Tang Cheng has no longer had any interest in these small scenes, but Tao Yao was very excited to watch them, and I really don’t know what is good to watch.

Tang Cheng said: "Senior, let's go now! You see, there are no one in all the shops. If you want, go get whatever you want, it's great to get it!"

Taoyao raised his eyebrows and said, "No, I haven't been a hero yet. These bad guys must be defeated and stepped on ten thousand feet!"

Tang Cheng was stunned and said, "Senior, can't you do it?"

Since Taoyao left the ruins of Wuzhuang Temple, he must not take action, otherwise the heavenly disaster will come. He is well aware of both of this.

Taoyao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Yes! So, boy Tang, come on!"

"I?"

"Yes, you beat him so hard that he was paralyzed. I'll go forward and teach him a lesson!"

I...I really want to say swear words!

Tang Cheng's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he said to Jiang Mosquito: "Go, that guy was beaten up and he was paralyzed!"

"Get orders!" Jiang Mosquito cheered up and prepared to fly up and take action.

At this moment, the demon monk grabbed Han Fei's long red whip and swayed, kicking him hard. The poor Han Fei smashed him like a cannonball, and a big pit about a foot deep appeared on the ground with the rumbling sound of a loud bang, and Han Fei had already fainted!

The Demon Monk was a little distracted, but the Taoist did not take the opportunity to escape. Instead, he shouted loudly and slashed Yaoyao in the air with the flying sword in the air and surrounded the Demon Monk.

However, his cultivation level was inferior to the Demon Monk, and not everyone could kill monsters more than the level. After a few breaths, the Demon Monk used his plan to reuse it and kicked the Taoist into the sky with another kick.

After winning the battle, the Demon Monk was very proud and laughed: "You are eight hundred years old to want your inner alchemy of Grandpa Tiger!" As he said that, his claws swirled, forming a tornado in the air, and instantly came out and bombarded the Taoist man.

This demon monk is well aware of the key to being a bad guy. He must not say too much nonsense, otherwise he will give the enemy a chance to turn the tables. However, as a villain, the only thing he is incompetent is his poor cultivation.
Chapter completed!