There is a shabby straw mat spread on the ground in the center of the temple, and a sloppy beggar is sleeping on it. He is wearing a tattered cotton jacket with holes in it and no cotton. Perhaps it should be called a body covering more appropriately. He is facing in and his back is facing out.
He was snoring loudly while sleeping. In the eyes of the villagers, this man was just a beggar and a lazy person.
Outside the temple gate, Xu Qing was peeling melon seeds and looking at the beggar coldly. The beggar didn't seem to know that someone was looking at him from behind and didn't even have the intention to turn over.
Xu Qing suddenly made a bold move. He took out a raw sweet potato from his pocket, threw it to the beggar on the ground, and shouted: "Eat the sweet potato!" But he was cursing secretly in his heart, making him
What a pretense you are!
Snapped!
The sweet potato hit the beggar on the back, but the force was not strong. The beggar suddenly woke up after being hit. He turned around and looked at Xu Qing sleepily. When he saw the piece of sweet potato on the ground, he quickly grabbed it in his hand.
He laughed twice outside the door, put the dirty sweet potato to his mouth and ate it.
Xu Qing took out another sweet potato, shook it, and walked into the temple gate. A bright light flashed in the eyes of the beggar who had lowered his head to nibble the sweet potato. It turned out that this guy threw the sweet potato in his hand to his feet, and then walked to
The dilapidated mountain god statues were looked at with interest.
The beggar gave him a cold look on the back and started chewing sweet potatoes again. However, the corner of his eye was firmly fixed on this kind-hearted farmer boy.
Xu Qing knew clearly that there was a poisonous dragon behind him that was ready to tear him apart at any time, but he had to continue to pretend now because he was using his powers to scan around the ruined temple, trying to find out the whereabouts of the kidnapped baby girls before taking action.
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Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat when his eyes swept over the abdomen of a mountain statue on the left. He could clearly see hundreds of colorful venomous snakes coiled in these two narrow spaces. These snakes were coiled into hundreds of tight coils.
The small round cakes, some even stacked on top of each other, were motionless for some reason, as if they were asleep.
There is a fist-sized hole on the back of both feet of the statue. The rest of the statue is relatively intact. It is thought that these two holes are used for poisonous snakes to enter and exit.
Moving his gaze to look at another shorter statue, Xu Qing found that it was dark and full of ants. These ants were several times larger than usual. Each one was as big as the belly of a thumb, and their bodies were shiny. The tops of their heads were
The two curved insect pincers were at least one centimeter long and flashed with a little black light.
Xu Qing finally understood the power of poisonous dragons. These poisonous snakes and poisonous ants alone were not something ordinary people could deal with. What's more, he himself was an ancient warrior in the Xuan Realm. Once he escaped, there would be endless troubles.
After looking around the mountain temple, Xu Qing was disappointed that he could not find the whereabouts of the baby girl at all. He thought to himself, has this guy hidden the kidnapped baby somewhere else? It seems that he can only find a way to stop it first.
He said it again.
Xu Qing casually walked around the mountain temple, putting on an expression of uninterestedness, his eyes lit up in vain, he ran to the corner in a few steps, bent down and picked up an object, which was a small silver
Hand ring.
Poison Dragon, who was pretending to be a beggar, changed his expression greatly, and a fierce light suddenly appeared in his eyes. He stepped forward, snatched the silver ring from Xu Qing's hand, and said in a cold voice: "This thing is mine."
Xu Qing was stunned, and suddenly shouted: "If it falls from the sky, it is picked up from the ground. If I see it first, it is mine!"
The beggar put the silver ring into his arms and said viciously: "Go away, if you don't go away, I will beat you to death."
It seemed that he didn't want to lose this hiding place, he just wanted to scare the young farm boy away.
Xu Qing shouted angrily: "You beggar, you are so shameless. You ate my sweet potatoes and then grabbed things. If you dare to touch my finger today, believe it or not, I will beat you to death with a brick."
Xu Qing, who seemed to have been wronged, reached down and grabbed an adobe brick in his hand, staring at the poisonous dragon with unyielding eyes. He looked like a fighting cock, and he would probably slap you all over the face if you didn't hand over the thing.
momentum.
The poisonous dragon was so aroused that he raised a palm as big as a cattail fan and slapped Xu Qing on the face. The speed was so fast that an ordinary person would have been slapped with a black nose and a swollen face.
However, Xu Qing was waiting for him to make the first move. Zhanyi Shibaluo's Kung Fu emphasizes attacking first and attacking first. Only when the opponent attacks first can he take advantage of the opponent's strength.
When the slap came, Xu Qing tilted his head and turned his palm to clasp Du Long's wrist. He raised the brick with the other hand and slapped the opponent on the back of the head. He was doing it mentally and unintentionally. Du Long felt something bad in his heart, and there was a strong feeling on the back of his head.
Got hit with a brick.
Peng!
The bricks shattered into pieces, and Poison Dragon's head banged, but he reacted extremely quickly, raised his knee and slammed it into Xu Qing's crotch. If he had hit him, he would have ended up with a broken egg.
Xu Qing was on guard for a long time, jumped back, and shot out his long-prepared palms from the air, sending two powerful waves of righteous yang energy towards the poisonous dragon's chest.
No matter how fast the Poison Dragon reacted, he could not avoid this back attack. He was hit twice in the chest and flew backwards with a scream. His back hit the weak temple wall with a loud bang, and half of the wall was actually hit.
It collapsed suddenly, sending up mud and dust all over the sky.
Xu Qing, who was fighting against an ancient warrior from the Xuan Realm for the first time, was extremely nervous. Before the poisonous dragon could get up, he raised his palms in succession, and shot out seven Zhengyang Palms in succession, bang bang bang... a wave of burning Zhengyang Qi.
When the money was thrown at the poisonous dragon, he had only one thought in his mind: He must not let this guy have the opportunity to release those poisonous ants and snakes, otherwise he would be in big trouble!
Poor Poison Dragon was an ancient martial artist in the Xuan Realm. Before he could use many killing moves, he was hit by a series of Zhengyang palms that broke his muscles and bones. He used his last strength to tear open his clothes, tilted his head and passed out.
Xu Qing took dozens of slaps before his mind gradually calmed down. When he saw that the poisonous dragon buried in the broken bricks had not made any sound, the two legs protruding out were broken by the force of the palms up to the knees, revealing the white bones.
, only two thin strips of flesh were left connected, and bright red blood was smeared all over the floor.
Seeing that even if he didn't die on the spot, he wouldn't live long, Xu Qing let out a sigh of relief, pulled out the dagger from his waist and walked over cautiously.
As the saying goes, a centipede is dead but not stiff. He didn't dare to be careless when encountering a guy like this who knew how to play poison. It would be a big loss if he took advantage of him.
Seeing that there was still less than one meter away from where the poisonous dragon fell to the ground, croak! A strange scream suddenly sounded, and then a gray thing jumped out from the broken bricks, folded in mid-air, and shot Xu Qing in the face.
Almost out of instinct, Xu Qing swung his sword to strike at the oncoming object without even thinking about it, and tilted his head to the left. The object flashed past the sword edge, and fell behind him with a thud. It sounded like a falling object.
Chapter completed!