The days of double cultivation with the fox fairy

I was afraid of trouble, but I didn't expect this trouble to come so quickly!

At first I thought it was the young master who tipped off the news, but after seeing the person coming, I understood.

I really underestimated those domestic servants just now. Although they fled, they still know how to report. It seems that the master is an idiot, and the dog is not necessarily an idiot.

Qingyang Town is just a small town, there is no teleportation array, and there is no city wall to resist. It can be said that if I want to leave, no one can stop me, but Meier's physical condition is a bit special, and she is not used to flying at high altitudes. After being hurt, I decided to see what this so-called Young Master He was from.

There were quite a few people who came, except for the servants, there were probably three main characters. What the servant said just now was to the fat man beside him. [

The fat man had a shiny face, a big belly, a small golden lock on his neck, a golden silk robe, and the appearance of a nouveau riche. He should be the father of that Young Master He.

Standing on the other half was a middle-aged man with a goatee, and his clothes were quite connotative. Judging from his temperament, he should be the mayor of Qingyang Town.

Standing in the middle is a white-haired old man, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has white hair and a childlike face, his cultivation has probably just stepped into the early stage of Xingxuan, but he is holding a floating dust in his hand, pretending to be a fairy, squinting slightly The eyes seem to be high above, untouchable by ordinary people, a typical pretender.

The rest are the sturdy servants and guards, nothing to see.

"You beat my son!" the nouveau riche asked as soon as he came up, with a vicious look, but because of his overweight body and small eyes, he didn't have the slightest momentum when he said this.

I looked at the upstart with a look of confusion and asked, "Who is your son? Who are you?"

"The young man has no eyesight. This is the richest man in our Qingyang Town. He Youcai. The one you beat up just now is his son. I advise you to capture him without a fight!" Goatee stroked his beard , said to me with a serious face.

This flattery is not bad, but someone who can sit on the position of mayor will not flatter, it is just a joke.

And at this time, that Young Master He walked over with a pig's face, supported by two guards.

"Hey! You fucking slow down, it hurts me to death!"

"Son! Oh, my good son!" The nouveau riche showed heartache when he saw Brother Gongzi's appearance.

"Father, this kid beat me up, you want to avenge me!" The young master burst into tears when he saw his father, but when he spoke, the wound on his face was pulled, and hey, hey! stand up.

The nouveau riche glared at me, and then said to the young master with a distressed face: "Son, don't worry, there is an immortal master here today, and I will definitely give you justice!" The old man said: "Master Immortal, please help me avenge my son!"

It seems that the nouveau riche is not as stupid as he looks, he should know that I am not a simple person, so he did not let the servants rush me, but talked to the old man in the early days of Xingxuan.

However, the old man closed his eyes, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and said lightly: "Cultivators should not casually hurt others, you know that, if the old man accidentally beats this person to death, Then what to do!"

I have seen someone who pretends to be aggressive, but I have never seen someone who can pretend to be more aggressive than me. In the middle of Yueying, he dared to speak wild words. No matter how you look at it, I feel that this old man is a magic stick.

The nouveau riche winked at the servant behind him, and the servant immediately took out a bag containing coins.The nouveau riche stuffed the money bag into the old man's hand, and said with a smile: "I know all this, but I still want the immortal master to see the villain, for his small face, and help the villain teach this kid a lesson!"

The old man Shenzhu put away the money, nodded with satisfaction, and then walked towards me.

"Young man, you can't live without doing your own crimes, don't blame the old man today!" said the magic stick, a ball of fire condensed in his hand. [

I looked at the movement of the magic stick, and smiled disdainfully, but I was still a little surprised. It is really strange that Xingxuan can condense a fireball in the early stage, although the lethality of this fireball is close to .

Seeing that I didn't respond, but with a sneer on my face, the magic stick suddenly panicked, coughed twice, pointed at the fireball with the free hand and said, "Are you scared?"

Let me go... Isn't this old man too cheating?After doing so much, to say such a foolish thing, it's better to fart!

"It doesn't seem too scary!" I pretended to look at the magic stick seriously.

The face of the magic stick changed in an instant. At this time, the upstart couldn't hold it anymore, and said loudly: "Master Immortal, hurry up and teach him a lesson!"

"The monks are compassionate, I think it's better to let this benefactor go!" The magic stick turned and looked at the nouveau riche and said.

Hearing this, the nouveau riche was not happy, but he seemed to be a little jealous of this magic stick, took out a bag of silver coins again, and said to the magic stick: "If the fairy master can teach this kid a lesson, I will give you the original price. Double it again!"

When the magic stick saw the money, he was overjoyed, sighed and said: "In this case, the old man can only make a move!"

As he said that, the magic stick turned around, shook the floating dust in his hand, and let out a strange roar from his mouth: "Wow, hit!" While screaming strangely, he shook the floating dust in his hand like the rotor of a helicopter.

But before he got to me, he tripped over a raised stone and made a very vivid dog-eat-shit action.

However, the reaction of the magic stick was extremely fast. He wanted to turn over with a carp, but he couldn't turn over all at once, so he had to roll and get up from the ground.

"Drink! Hey! Ha! Ah!" The magic stick with a nosebleed danced on the spot again, clutching his chest and said, "That's amazing, what kind of cultivation are you!"

I stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of me, can I just say something?This, what is the situation?

"Master He, my cultivation base is low and I can't match it. Please ask Master He to find another master!" He turned around and ran, but within a few steps, he heard "Oops", and the old man fell down again. I was lying on the ground, but I got up immediately, pointed at me while running, and said: "It's not a hero who hurt someone in the back. Wait until I have practiced for a hundred years, and then I will fight you!"

Looking at this scene, Mei'er couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling, but I didn't know what expression to use to express my inner state.

The nouveau riche and the goatee all looked at me in shock, and murmured in a low voice, "This man's cultivation is so strong that he can't even beat a fairy master. Let's run!"

"Don't run and wait to die!" the upstart said, and was about to get out of the way.

But brother son, he ran towards me with a pig's head on his head.

Is this young master going to fight me desperately?Just when I was thinking about whether to do something, Brother Young Master suddenly knelt down in front of me: "Boss, my admiration for you is like the unceasing torrential river, or the unstoppable flood of the Yellow River..."

"Fuck away!"