"Still quibbling!" Changxu shouted, and his beard immediately took out a handful and shot towards Jiang Xiaoyu.
"I'll go, your beard is so useful!" Jiang Xiaoyu shouted, turned around and ran away.
But the beard is still chasing after me.
"Senior brother, what is going on?" Lin Xiaowan anxiously pulled the corner of Lu Yi's clothes and said, "How about you advise Master Changxu, Jiang Xiaoyu, who doesn't know any martial arts, how can he be?
His old man’s rival!”
"You don't know any martial arts?" Lu Yi couldn't help but think of the day he first met Jiang Xiaoyu. That time, Jiang Xiaoyu's fishing line tied him up so that there was no room for struggle. Moreover, when he touched Jiang Xiaoyu later,
When he was a small fish, the spiritual power as vast and boundless as the sea still made him frightened.
Although he had always told himself that Jiang Xiaoyu was just a gifted person with supernatural powers, now, when Chang Xu connected these events together, he was shaken.
"Hey! Old guy, if you do this again, I won't be polite!" Jiang Xiaoyu shouted loudly while avoiding him.
"You're welcome? I would like to learn from you. How many pounds does the elder of the Beast Control Sect weigh?"
As he said that, seven or eight more beards joined in the containment of Jiang Xiaoyu.
Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly became angry and shouted: "You old bald donkey with a long beard, why can't you understand human speech? I have told you many times that I am not a member of the Beast Control Sect. Why do you just follow
Does it look like a wooden head?"
"What?" Chang Xu was immediately furious. In his life, he hated people calling him a bald donkey the most. Jiang Xiaoyu's words directly touched his nerves.
I saw him flicking his neck, and all his beards suddenly retracted.
Just when everyone in the Beast Control Sect thought they were out of trouble, Chang Xu plucked out a beard and tied everyone together.
Then, he looked at Jiang Xiaoyu fiercely.
Feeling that something was wrong in the old guy's eyes, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"You...what are you going to do? I'm warning you...don't come over here! Otherwise...I'm going to make a bigger move!"
Changxu was completely unmoved by Jiang Xiaoyu's words. He only heard him shout loudly: "The cook eats the ox!", and then the person disappeared in an instant.
Jiang Xiaoyu had already had a premonition in his heart, and when he saw him disappearing, he quickly ran away.
But suddenly, the space between heaven and earth was filled with shining blades.
There is only one person with a long beard, and only one blade.
But with his unparalleled speed and angles that ordinary people couldn't see, he directly formed a blade storm composed of tornadoes.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyu was in the eye of the storm.
"Swallow! Give me this bald donkey to eat!"
Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't care less and hurriedly called for help from the Spine Swallowing Beast.
This little guy was also very dull and would not speak until Jiang Xiaoyu said something.
In an instant, a powerful storm also appeared in the mouth of the spine-swallowing beast.
Nagasu's originally dexterous figure suddenly stopped, and the overwhelming storm of blades stopped instantly.
"What a strong devouring power, worthy of Queen Longzi!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
The long beard suddenly branched out into six beards, and the beard immediately plunged into the ground two or three feet deep like a spear.
"Is there such an operation?" Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but touch his chin. Those few soft hairs were obviously not as good as the long whiskers.
Rooted into the earth, the long-bearded body finally withstood the powerful suction force of the spine-swallowing beast.
Jiang Xiaoyu thought that he could use this to hold Long Xu back so that he could run away. But he didn't expect that Long Xu stretched out two more beards. He didn't know what magic formula he recited in his mouth, and the two beards suddenly turned into five or six.
A golden Zen stick that is ten feet long. The stick is as thick as a person, and it seems to be engraved with Buddhist secret patterns.
In the blink of an eye, two sticks were thrown at Jiang Xiaoyu.
Jiang Xiaoyu hurriedly jumped to avoid it, and then looked at the place he had just left. It had now turned into a large pit with a depth of one person.
Before Jiang Xiaoyu could stand still, suddenly, two Zen sticks came at him again. He was about to dodge, but found that someone seemed to be holding his hands firmly.
He turned around and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar standing next to him. He was wearing a long gown dyed with ink and ink, and his black hair was combed into a neat bun on the top of his head. The bun was covered with a white jade
Sunlight splashed through the crown of his hair, illuminating his angular profile.
The middle-aged man grabbed Jiang Xiaoyu's right hand with his left hand, and his right hand held a very ordinary-looking brush.
"let me go!"
Seeing that the Zen stick was about to be smashed down, Jiang Xiaoyu was so scared that he was sweating. But the man's hands were like iron pliers, preventing him from moving at all.
"What a miserable life!"
Jiang Xiaoyu almost felt that the Zen stick was about to hit his head, but the middle-aged man casually stretched out his paintbrush and drew a curved arc on the top of his head.
"Boom..." A deafening crashing sound came, and the two Zen sticks, for some unknown reason, were broken.
Moreover, the tendency of this breakage was like fluff being ignited by fire, and it quickly passed towards the long beard.
Feeling the earth-shattering power, Chang Xu was shocked, but he still pulled off the two beards.
Jiang Xiaoyu turned his head and stared blankly at the middle-aged man next to him.
"Many...thank you."
The middle-aged man frowned and stared at the ring on Jiang Xiaoyu's thumb.
"You...if you like it, I can give it to you."
Just from the understatement just now, Jiang Xiaoyu could tell that the middle-aged man in front of him was probably a more powerful person than the long-bearded monk. For such a person to have his eyes fixed on his own ring, it was a fool.
Everyone knows that he should be somewhat interested in this thing.
Jiang Xiaoyu's philosophy of life is always to prioritize life-saving, so as long as this person really wants his ring, he will definitely give it to him without blinking an eye.
In the distance, Chang Xu's heart could no longer be described as shocked.
He had never heard of such an expert.
But at this time, Chuxue showed a rare look, and she called softly: "Are you the painter-senpai?"