Chapter 2004: Killing Foxes and Killing Ghosts (1)
Hu Shuo was walking leisurely under the guidance of the Taoist priest named Ruji. He deliberately slowed down a bit in order to wait for his son as long as possible. For some reason, after his son left, he suddenly felt a sudden
Feeling restless, I beckoned Hei Wuchang to my side, which would make me feel a little more at ease.
Hua Hua - there was a sound of rushing water in the distance, and when people took a few more steps forward, the sound became as dull and rolling as thunder, as if there were thousands of horses galloping ahead, resounding through the sky, and even the blowing wind seemed to carry it with it.
There is a moist and moist smell, and it seems that there is a waterfall not far ahead.
Ruji was very familiar with the terrain of this generation. He raised his hand and pointed to the left, smiling slightly and said: "There is a large Sandie Falls over there, which is similar to the Sandiequan Waterfall on Lushan Mountain. If it weren't for time,
It’s too tight, but I can take you to have a look.”
"Oh!" Hu Shuo glanced in the direction of his finger, and sure enough he saw a curtain of water pouring down from the peak between the trees. Unfortunately, he could only see a sliver of residual scenery.
"Let's go and have a look. We won't waste much time." Hu Shuo suddenly became interested in viewing the scenery. His original intention was to wait for his son to come back here. Maybe he could get something out of facing the noisy and roaring waterfall.
Be quiet!
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Ruji's face, and he whispered: "Actually, you can also get to Qingyun Temple from Sandie Waterfall, but the distance is much longer..."
Hu Shuo no longer paid attention to the little Taoist priest beside him, and walked towards the waterfall on his own.
At this time, Xu Qing led his two followers to the fork in the trail. He squatted down and touched several footprints of different depths on the ground.
As long as the warriors from the sect are moving in the direction they are heading, they can intercept these guys if they work harder.
Xu Qing walked as fast as a leopard, leaping and leaping in the forest. Thinking that the Hu family who seriously injured his master was in front of him, the fire of hatred buried deep in his heart burned like fire oil.
The Sandie Waterfall hangs over Qianchuan River, like a Milky Way cascading across the sky. The waterfall hits the rocks with thunderous rumbles, and the spray of water sprays like jumping jade beads. People stand at the waterfall.
Only when the water mist of my predecessor hits my face can I feel the majestic power of nature. At this moment, people are insignificant.
Hu Shuo stood in front of the waterfall with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the flowing water and listening to the deafening sound of the water. His originally restless mood calmed down a lot. He didn't have to think about it at all, and he couldn't think too much about it.
In the midst of extreme movement, you can find a sense of tranquility. This is not Lushan Mountain, but it is not inferior to Lushan Mountain. If the place were not too remote and difficult to travel, I am afraid it would become a famous tourist attraction.
The Taoist priest Ruji stood behind Hu Shuo. He did not have the pleasure of viewing the scenery. Now he was thinking about sending people to Qingyun Temple quickly, so that he could at least earn a sip of hot tea. He lowered his voice and urged:
"Sect Leader Hu, should we go to Qingyun Temple first?"
The little Taoist priest said it once, but when he saw that the other party didn't respond at all, he swallowed and said again: "Sect Master Hu... we are still... ah!" Halfway through the words, it turned into a short scream, and he was slapped by Hu Shuo.
He grabbed him by the collar and threw his hands into the pool under the waterfall. The poor little Taoist flopped in the water for a few times before being swallowed up by the rapids rushing over him.
"Making noise!" Hu Shuo whispered coldly, put his palms behind his back and continued to watch the waterfall.
"The little fox is gone, and an old fox with a broken leg is caught. Hu Kai, you take care of the old fox with a broken leg. The king's nest takes care of these little ones. Leave this piece of black charcoal to me. No one is allowed to touch it!" A familiar figure said.
A male voice sounded from behind. Hu Shuo was startled and turned around. He saw two familiar faces.
"Ancestor!" The shock in Hu Shuo's heart had reached an extreme level. He saw his long-lost ancestor Hu Kai walking towards him step by step. No, he only took one step and arrived in front of him. In the next second, two people were pouring energy.
Feng's palm suddenly enlarged in his pupils.
"No!" Hu Shuo shouted, and he suddenly raised his palms to meet him. The four palms met together and made a muffled sound like beating leather. Hu Kai took two steps forward with a lunge and raised his arms.
Lifting the handle to release all the strength, he punched Hu Shuo's chest with both fists, boom, boom, boom - when the two fists were stretched forward, the arms had been stretched dozens of times, and the punches turned into dozens of punches, phantoms
For a while, it was difficult to tell which was the shadow and which was the real fist.
Hu Shuo was not a mediocre player, but the appearance of his ancestor was too surprising. After being shocked, his men lost the opportunity. They only woke up when the ancestor hit him with an old fist, and raised their palms to fight again.
Too late.
Dong Dong Dong - After reshaping his memory, Hu Kai no longer remembered which green onion the gray grandson opposite him was. He was ordered by his master to deal with the old fox with a broken leg in front of him, and his iron fist was rolling without mercy.
Behind Hu Shuo was the deep pool of the waterfall. He had no choice but to fight back with his hands. For a while, the ancestor and Gray Sunzi were fighting fiercely with fists and palms. Both of them were semi-holy warriors. At the beginning,
The difference is not big, but as time goes by, Hu Shuo, who has a broken leg, is stretched. He has just entered the semi-sacred realm and his foundation is unstable. There is no way he can be the opponent of his ancestors, let alone a broken leg.
Xu Qing held the Long Yuan Sword and fought with Hei Wuchang. One wanted to avenge his master, and the other wanted to avenge his dead brother. The two were fighting inextricably, and it was difficult to tell the winner in a short period of time.
In comparison, Wang Chao was much more relaxed. As a semi-holy warrior, it was like killing a chicken with a knife to deal with the crooked melons and cracked dates in front of him. His figure was flying in the crowd, no matter whether the Hu clan or the
The Taoist priest of the Dragon and Tiger Sect has only one end, knock him out! He has sworn in front of his master that he will not harm humans easily, and he knocked all these guys out, but the tool he used was a bit scary, it turned out to be a small birch as thick as a bowl.
Shu, if this thing knocks you on the head, besides fainting on the spot, it will probably leave a concussion and other sequelae...
Bang! A Taoist priest was hit in the head. He rolled his eyes, blood surged from his mouth and nose, and he collapsed limply. Wang Chao held the birch tree tightly with one hand, smiled coldly, and jumped towards another target. Since then, he has followed
Master, he has been beaten a lot. Today he must beat enough. Regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, he must be knocked unconscious first.
The birch tree has become the most convenient weapon in the royal nest. This thing is hard, long, and straight enough, so it is best used to knock people. Unfortunately, these guys in front of them are too inexperienced, and they fell to pieces before they got addicted. He used his backhand
One blow knocked out a frightened Taoist priest, and the birch tree in his hand danced and hit Hu Shuo's forehead. In his dictionary, there was no such pedantic cliché as bullying the minority with more, or winning without using force. There was only enjoyment.