Liu Juan didn't find the old hen, so naturally he didn't get the golden needle in the rooster's eye. Liu Juan thought that he was really unlucky because the old hen had gone there to chatter.
Just as he was about to leave, Liu Juan saw a stern man sitting cross-legged in the mountain. This man had white hair, an upper body, and slightly rough bronze skin with some small cracks on it.
At the center of this person's eyebrows, there is a sun-moon shape, slowly rotating.
At this time, the man suddenly opened his eyes, and an evil aura came out of his eyes. He pondered for a while, then moved his body and immediately turned into thunder, rising rapidly from the cross-legged position, and reached the ground in the blink of an eye.
He patted his waist with his right hand and immediately put on a green shirt. At this moment, he looked no different from an ordinary monk.
The man stepped under a boulder, clenched his fist with his right hand, and struck the void quickly. Suddenly, with a crackling sound, a circular space crack appeared that was constantly rotating and with broken marks around it.
After waiting for a while, the man shook his head and walked forward again.
Almost every ten steps, he punched the void. Repeatedly, gradually, his speed became faster and faster, walking towards the inside of the boulder step by step.
The man walked straight on. After a long time, after making thousands of cracks in the boulder, he came to the mountain where Liu Juan was. He lowered his head and took a look. The man turned around and walked in the other direction, also every ten steps.
Throw a punch.
Time passed slowly, and his face did not show any impatience, but remained as usual.
On the north side of the mountain where Liu Juan was, the ground was covered with dead branches and leaves. He walked on it and made a rustling sound. Ten steps later, he was about to punch out when his expression suddenly changed and he looked into the distance.
Then a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he disappeared in a flash.
Two people, a man and a woman, were flying quickly.
The woman has a graceful figure and a white gauze face. The man is in Tsing Yi.
While the two were flying, the Qing Yi's expression suddenly changed, he grabbed the woman, and the two immediately stepped back. The moment they stepped back, the place where they were before suddenly exploded, and cracks appeared.
pattern.
In the middle of the crack, stood a man with white hair and a stern face. He was the man Liu Juan saw.
The man said coldly: "Zi Yi, you really want to leave."
The woman ignored him.
The man glanced at Qing Yi coldly and immediately punched out with his right hand.
The man in Tsing Yi suddenly changed. He slapped his storage bag, and a sword-shaped magic weapon flew out. It was able to catch the wind and turned into a huge sword, which suddenly stood in front of Tsing Yi.
Liu Juan was surprised to find that the man's eyes were calm and his fist landed on the bronze sword without any delay.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the mountain bronze sword flashed with golden light crazily, but this golden light had no effect. It collapsed immediately, and the huge sword body also instantly turned into fragments, sweeping towards the two of them.
Tsing Yi's face was gloomy, and he pulled the woman in white gauze and retreated.
The white-haired man kept his fists clenched. When he stepped on it, the place he stepped on immediately shattered. His body flew out suddenly and punched away again.
Qing Yi spit out a white light from his mouth, and this white light turned into a flying sword. On the flying sword, a cold light flashed, and a purple line flashed inside it. It was clearly made of extremely hard and rare purple heart copper.
Refined Flying Sword.
The flying sword flashed and stabbed at the white-haired man. The white-haired man's expression remained the same as before, he snorted softly and collided with the flying sword.
"Kaka"
The flying sword didn't show any delay, and immediately collapsed from the middle, turning into countless tiny fragments and dissipating. At the same time, a stream of the spirit of the god-transforming monk suddenly came out of the flying sword and followed the white-haired man into the body.
The white-haired man's eyes flashed. As an ancient god, he had no artistic conception, but he had an evil spirit. His head floated behind him, and the blood-red light flashed several times in his body. The artistic conception of the man in green was immediately fragile.
White-haired man collapses inside.
The fist of the white-haired man comes again.
There was a hint of panic in the man's eyes, and he pulled the woman in white gauze and backed away again.
The white-haired man kept chasing.
The young man shouted sternly and stepped back again. He was already frightened by the opponent's fist.
He had never encountered such an attacking demon monk in his life. The magic weapon could be destroyed directly. Cracks in the space appeared under his step, which made him suddenly frightened.
The white-haired man snorted softly, moved his body, and cracked the castration more. With a punch, magical powers that seemed to be imprisoned suddenly appeared around the man in green and the woman in white gauze.
"Suffer death!" the man in green shouted softly.
The man in Tsing Yi cried in his heart. He saw the look of despair and panic in the eyes of the woman in white gauze. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Purple clothes, magic sword!"
The woman in white gauze immediately slapped the storage bag, and a white light suddenly flashed. The man in green grabbed it, but it was a broken knife.
After holding the knife, the man in green pulled the woman in white gauze, bit the tip of her tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which fell on the broken knife.
At this moment, the white-haired man was even more angry, and his fist suddenly fell, and its target was the head of the man in green. The man in green shuddered in his heart, and immediately roared desperately, and the knife in his hand flew out immediately, trying to block it in front of him.
"Bang"
A crisp sound echoed, and cracks immediately appeared on the broken knife, and one corner shattered and flew out.
The man in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth, with a gloomy look on his face and a hint of panic, and stepped back again. He was so fast that he actually pulled the woman in white gauze to break free from the confinement around her.
"Stop, even if you kill us two, I won't go back?" The woman in white gauze said quickly with panic in her voice.
The white-haired man retracted his fist and looked at the two of them coldly.
Suddenly, the surroundings became silent, and there was no sound except for the sound of the gentle breeze blowing against the clothes.
The man in green had sweat on his forehead, and he looked at the white-haired man in front of him in shock.
