The old Taoist talisman was thrown out, and the old man named Qian had a solemn look on his face.
He is an absolute master, and of course he can tell at a glance that the Taoist talismans are unusual.
A magician like this level of talisman paper would never be able to draw it, and the aura on this talisman paper seems to come from Maoshan!
Looking at the fire dragon coming towards him, he did not retreat, but stretched out his hand and grabbed it.
With a bang, the fire dragon disappeared immediately, leaving only a piece of incomplete talisman paper tightly held in his hand.
Although the old Taoist talisman is a pure yang evil-breaking talisman with seven runes, this kind of talisman is very powerful, but it is relative to the evil evil objects, so this evil-breaking talisman is used to deal with evil objects.
If you come to fight with someone, your power will be much lower.
So now that the old man surnamed Qian has caught the talisman, it is not because the talisman is not powerful enough, but because he is a living person, so the talisman will do little harm to him.
"Fuck your mother!"
Seeing his talisman being caught by someone's hand, the old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then cursed.
The old Taoist stuffed the remaining talismans back into his crotch. He was a smart man. The man actually caught his own talisman with one hand, which proved that the talisman could not deal with him.
It seems that we encountered a tough situation today, and the old Taoist complained secretly in his heart.
The old Taoist is an individual, and what he is best at is analyzing forms. If he can beat him, he will do better. If he can't beat him, he will apply oil on his feet.
Today's situation was obviously unbeatable, but the veteran didn't run away.
Because the old Taoist knows that if anything happens to Xiaobai and Xiao Aqi, I will definitely go crazy, so he can't run away.
The old man who placed the talismans reached out and rolled up his sleeves. Now he had no other choice but to fight.
The old Taoist licked his lips and kept scolding his mother in his mind. Even though this guy looked so wretched, he still knew a little bit about boxing and kicking after traveling around the world for so many years.
However, the old man surnamed Qian had no intention of taking action at this time. He held the half piece of talisman paper in his hand with a trace of shock on his face.
Of course he could tell that this talisman was not simple, it was an evil-breaking talisman with seven runes, and the aura on the talisman came from Maoshan Orthodoxy.
In other words, the talisman paper was painted by an expert from Maoshan. No wonder the Guanyang has not appeared yet!
The talisman paper with seven glyphs, this level of talisman is among the top among magicians. Even I can't draw it. Where did the wretched guy in front of me get it?
"Who are you?" The old man named Qian looked at the old man and asked solemnly.
Now he has put away his contempt for the old Taoist. To have so many evil-breaking talismans with seven talismans, this person's origin must not be simple.
"I told you, Pindao is your father!" the old Taoist said contemptuously.
After saying that, the old man waved his two slender arms and rushed towards the man.
The veteran knows that he is definitely no match for that guy, but what can he do? Now that stupid zombie is about to be skinned, what else can he do if he doesn't fight hard!
The man frowned slightly as he looked at the old man rushing towards him, then raised his foot and kicked the old man out directly.
The old man who fell to the ground immediately got up, patted the dirt on his body, and continued to rush over.
The old man surnamed Qian frowned slightly. It was not that he had no means to deal with Lao Dao, but now he was a little curious about the origin of Lao Dao. He wanted to find out where the talisman on this guy came from, so he did not do anything.
Heavy hand.
But the old Taoist seemed not to be afraid of death, he was kicked away and rushed towards him again.
After kicking Lao Dao away again, the old man surnamed Qian finally felt a little angry. Looking at Lao Dao who rushed over again, he paddled and floated directly in front of him, and then hit Lao Dao on the head with a knife.
The old Taoist's body suddenly became stiff, and he was about to fall to the ground as soon as his body went limp.
But just when he was about to fall, his eyes that had been closed suddenly opened again, and his body stood up again.
The old man who stood up straight again looked at the old man in front of him. At this time, he no longer looked at all wretched. His eyes were pitch black, like two abyss with no bottom. He stared at the old man closely, his face full of contempt.
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"Things like ants!" The old Taoist looked at him and said slowly.
Seeing the veteran look, the old man surnamed Qian was stunned for a moment, and then quickly backed away, the hairs behind him standing on end.
Because now he felt an unprecedented danger, the look in that man's eyes actually gave rise to an inexplicable fear in his heart.
The old man surnamed Qian stepped back and looked at the old Taoist man. He couldn't figure out why that man's aura became like this.
"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, now is not the time, don't be impulsive!"
Although the old man surnamed Qian on the side was frightened, the old Taoist did not chase him, but was talking to himself alone.
After saying this, the old man raised his head and glanced at the old man surnamed Qian. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "You are lucky, I can't wake up now."
After the old man finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and fell directly to the ground.
Looking at the old man lying motionless on the ground, the old man surnamed Qian did not feel much relaxed, and still had a nervous look on his face.
Because the feeling that that person just made me feel was really terrible.
Especially the aura on his body was a complete crushing for him. When he faced the old Taoist just now, he felt like he was facing a demon god who had awakened in a distant place. The feeling of oppression made his hair stand on end.
How could this happen? What on earth is going on?
The old man surnamed Qian felt very frightened and was stunned for a long time without daring to move.
But the old man lying on the ground did not move. It was obvious that he had really fainted.
After waiting for a while, there was still no movement from the old man. The old man surnamed Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the old man lying on the ground with some uncertainty, wondering if his feeling just now was wrong?
Impossible, that strong sense of oppression is definitely unmistakable.
But how could the man lying on the ground in front of him have such an aura? He was obviously just a liar who was just trying to make ends meet.
The old man surnamed Qian shook his head, feeling that this ghost place was full of weirdness, and this shop was indeed unusual.
He glanced at Xiaoyu beside him, then at Lao Dao, who was still lying on the ground motionless, then took back the dagger and walked towards Xiaoyu.
Now that guy is fainted, he quickly cleans up the female zombie, and then takes the corpse and leaves this ghost place.
Now he already felt a little afraid of the shop.
But for some reason, when he got close to Xiaoyu, a stronger sense of danger emerged in his heart.
"You deserve to die!"
A hoarse, dry voice came from the door.
The old man surnamed Qian turned around suddenly and saw a figure standing at the door, looking at him coldly.
