"Miya, do you dare to betray King Tian Jue?" Bai Haoran stared at Miya with gloomy eyes.
Miya stood behind Long Xiaoshan without saying a word, obviously acquiescing.
"Bai Haoran, you should take care of yourself first." Long Xiaoshan walked towards Bai Haoran with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with indifference.
Bai Haoran involuntarily stepped back. He had participated in Long Xiaoshan's battle with the Celestial Masters of Hong Kong Island, so he didn't know how terrifying Long Xiaoshan was, not to mention that he was still injured.
Bai Haoran forced himself to calm down and said: "Master Long, even if King Tian Jue and I did join forces to control the magic world in Hong Kong, we just killed Shi Zhengqing. It doesn't seem to offend you. This magic world needs someone to lead after all.
Yes, if Mr. Bai knows that you intend to take charge of the magic world, master, he will definitely support you. King Tian Jue is an outsider after all, unlike you and I who are both Chinese."
A flash of disdain flashed in Long Xiaoshan's eyes.
Bai Haoran's shamelessness has really reached a certain level.
In order to save his life, he resorted to double-dealing, just like the grass on the wall.
He raised his hand and slapped it with his backhand, boom!
The void shook violently, and a hundred meters of spiritual energy gathered like a tsunami. A huge cyan palm quickly formed and pressed down from Bai Haoran's head.
Bai Haoran's expression changed. His overwhelming power made even his majestic eighth-level peak spiritual master feel as small as an ant.
He screamed wildly.
A burst of blood erupted from the body, rushing outwards at extremely high speed.
"Did you run away?"
Long Xiaoshan said lightly, taking a step forward, the earth seemed to shorten under his feet, and in a blink of an eye he was behind Xue Mang, his giant palm pressed down with a bang, and the void seemed to freeze.
Bai Haoran's figure appeared.
Under that huge pressure, his escape technique failed, like a fly sealed in amber.
At this time, Bai Haoran finally knew that he could not escape.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and waved his hands.
Seven or eight rays of light rose into the sky. These rays of light were all Bai Haoran's personal magic weapons and talismans, including black sharp cones, silver pagodas, and red small cauldrons... Bai Haoran spent a lot of effort on each magic weapon.
What I collected are all top-quality magic weapons.
And those talismans are all extremely precious.
Each one is as powerful as a strike from a ninth-level great spiritual master.
As the head of the first family in Hong Kong Island, Bai Haoran's family fortune is naturally unimaginably rich.
There are so many top-quality magic weapons and top-level talismans, which are equivalent to seven or eight ninth-level great spiritual masters shooting at the same time, and their power is astonishing.
In the blink of an eye, the light of those magic weapons and talismans hit the giant palm.
Bang bang bang!
The light shook violently, and the giant green palm showed no signs of breaking. It still pressed down slowly, and each magical weapon was knocked away. The light shattered. In the blink of an eye, all the light was annihilated by the giant palm.
In Bai Haoran's horrified eyes, he was photographed.
Bang!
Bai Haoran was like a gourd rolling on the ground. He was hit by the giant palm and flew dozens of meters away. He lay on the ground with all his clothes exploded. His hair was disheveled and his orifices were bleeding. He looked like a ghost.
Bai Haoran struggled to get up from the ground.
There was a look of extreme fear in his eyes.
Long Xiaoshan is more terrifying than the last time I saw it.
He has so many magic weapons and talismans that he can't even block the opponent's blow.
How did this person practice?
Seeing Long Xiaoshan approaching, Bai Haoran begged: "Master Long, I have no big grudge against you, why bother to kill them all? I, the Bai family, ask ourselves how much strength we still have in Hong Kong Island. As long as Master is willing,
I, Bai Haoran, am willing to be a lackey for the master, to be driven by the master, so that all the magic circles in Hong Kong will surrender at the feet of the master, wouldn't it be wonderful?"
"Yes, if I keep you, it will indeed save a lot of energy."
Long Xiaoshan's eyes were neither happy nor sad, and he was confused: "It's a pity, how can that be worthy of Brother Zhengqing's soul in heaven? Today, I will lend you my head."
The words fell.
Long Xiaoshan burst out with monstrous blood energy, instantly passing through Bai Haoran's body and stopping behind Bai Haoran.
How fast he exploded with all his strength.
Bai Haoran's eyes still retained the pleading look from before. The head had been taken off by Long Xiaoshan, and the headless body was still standing there, spurting blood. It seemed that before he could react, the head had been taken away.
Long Xiaoshan grabbed Bai Haoran's head and walked out. Passing by Miya, he grabbed Miya's body and flew away.
…
Jiulong Mountain Col, Shi Zhengqing’s original residence.
A young boy in Tsing Yi knelt in front of a grave without a tombstone, burning paper money. After Shi Zhengqing's death, the mountain col became more and more desolate. Half of the thatched cottage collapsed, all the lotus leaves in the lotus pond were withered, and only the young boy in Tsing Yi
I'm still here.
"Tianshi, I'm sorry, today is the last time Xiao Pu will burn paper money for you. Tomorrow, Xiao Pu will leave Hong Kong Island." As he spoke, the eyes of the young man in Tsing Yi became red again, and tears fell down:
"Xiao Pu was raped by you when he was five years old
It has been ten years since I picked it up. Xiaopu has grown up. Unfortunately, Xiaopu is useless. You died tragically at the hands of others, but Xiaopu is unable to avenge you. Now, he has to go far away and can no longer serve you.
You’re welcome, woo woo…”
After Shi Zhengqing died, Xiao Pu also lost his source of income.
He was not Shi Zhengqing's disciple, he was just a servant, so he didn't learn any Feng Shui skills.
Master Zhengqing is leaving to have some cool tea.
Now that the magic world in Hong Kong is under the control of the Tianjue lineage, how can anyone remember Shi Zhengqing, the dead first heavenly master?
What's more, Shi Zhengqing usually lived a simple life and didn't leave any property behind, so he had no choice but to leave in order to make a living.
Xiao Pu burned the paper money with tears in his eyes, kowtowed three times vigorously, picked up the package on the ground, stood up and was about to leave, when there was a creak and the wooden door outside was pushed open.
A man and a woman walked in.
Xiao Pu was a little surprised, why did someone come to this remote mountain col? It had been a long time since Shi Zhengqing's death.
He wiped away his tears and saw the man and woman clearly.
"Master Long." Xiao Pu shouted in surprise.
Long Xiaoshan came to the master's thatched cottage last time and saved Shi Zhengqing, so Xiao Pu recognized him. However, Long Xiaoshan had been away for a long time, and Xiao Pu did not expect that he would come to visit again.
Long Xiaoshan saw Xiao Pu and nodded to him, then walked to the grave. Looking at the grave without a tombstone, which was just a mound of earth, he sighed and said, "Xiao Pu, this is the teacher's grave."
The master’s tomb?”
Who would have thought that the majestic first Celestial Master who had been in charge of Hong Kong Island for half a century would be nothing more than a bumpkin after his death.
"Yes, Master Long, Master, he, he..." Xiao Pu choked up.
"I understand." Long Xiaoshan patted Xiao Pu's shoulder and said, "I'm here specifically to pay homage to Master Shi today."
After saying that, he placed something in his right hand in front of the grave.
Xiao Pu didn't pay attention at first, but now he saw it clearly. He was so frightened that he even took a few steps back. It was a bloody head.
