Poverty

Chapter 750 So You Are Such a Ma San!Let the bullets fly for a while!Laomiao wishes!
Princess Fu turned pale with shock!
This Ma San is the leader of this group?
She thought he was a minor character.

"This group of people have too many schemes!"

Concubine Fu felt a chill in her heart, and her back felt cold.

"Hey! Do you hear that? Get up! Come and poke me."

Li Yanchu said to Ma San who was lying on the ground.

Ma San lay on the ground, motionless, as if dead, there was no movement at all.

Li Yanchu kicked him a few times, but there was still no response.

"It turns out that this person is really dead, so let's burn it directly!"

Li Yanchu sighed.

Princess Fu keenly noticed that Ma San's body on the ground suddenly trembled.
As soon as Li Yanchu finished speaking,

Ma San immediately stood up and bowed to Li Yanchu!
boom! boom! boom!
After a while, blood was also knocked out on the head.

This person is really not dead!
He has been lying on the ground pretending to be dead!
"Master Dao, the little one doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and his eyes are blurred from eating shit, so he came to confront the Taoist priest, and I hope the Taoist priest will hold his hand high!"

There was blood running down Ma San's forehead,
The fire light shone on his face, making him look hideous like a ghost.

On the other hand, Li Yanchu was dressed in a green shirt and Taoist robe, with a wooden hairpin on his head, neat and tidy,

Fengshen is handsome and has outstanding temperament.

But Ma San, who was like a ghost, was as afraid of this young Taoist as a tiger.

"You guys all have restrictions in your body. I don't even bother to ask. Just go die!"

Ma San: ".........".

His figure turned into an afterimage on the ground, darting to the outside of the temple gate!
"Rogue Taoist priest! You are so cruel!"

hard to imagine,

How can a person kneeling on the ground run at a speed with afterimages.

Li Yanchu stared at Ma San's leaving back, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Concubine Fu stared at Li Yanchu's sharp-edged side face, and said softly, "Master Daoist, don't you want to chase after him?"

If it were someone else, Princess Fu would definitely not ask such a question,
But with Li Yanchu's ability to subdue dragons and subdue tigers, Princess Fu is not afraid that something will happen to him,

Not to mention that Li Yanchu couldn't catch up with Ma San.

Li Yanchu stared at Ma San's back, and said calmly, "It's okay, let the bullets fly for a while."

Suddenly!

A clone emerged from his body,
A handsome young Taoist priest sat beside Princess Fu,
Sitting cross-legged, with a calm expression.

After about a few breaths, Li Yanchu stepped out of the temple gate, and his figure disappeared.

Water escape!

Isn't this heavy rain just the right time to use the technique of water escape?
Under the great escape of the five elements,

If Ma San can run away,
Li Yanchu bumped his head to death in this barren mountain and ruined temple.

Concubine Fu was taken aback, looking at Li Daochang who was sitting cross-legged beside her.

"Let the tiger go back to the mountain is the original idea."

Princess Fu stopped talking, and she also sat down slowly.

Li Yanchu's operation this evening made her scalp tingle.

Even if you put aside Li Yanchu's sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed, handsome and messy looks,

But when a noble woman is in great trouble and in despair,
Encountering such a scheming young man with a world-class wrist,

Psychologically, it is difficult not to develop a kind of dependence.

Princess Fu sat by the fire, staring at Li Yanchu's angular profile,

This side face is extremely clean,

There is a reassuring aura.

Concubine Fu was a little lost for a while,
He couldn't help stretching out his slender fingers, wanting to caress Li Yanchu's handsome face.

"Ahem, Pindao is still conscious."

Li Yanchu couldn't help but said.

Princess Fu: "..."

Her face turned red all of a sudden, and she felt her face was very hot.
Some, like thieves, suddenly withdrew their hands and sat beside Li Yanchu.

……

under the rain,

A frantic figure fled frantically,

In the dark night, afterimages appeared almost to the extreme.

Ma San, who escaped from the ruined temple earlier, was a monk who cultivated a sect in the rivers and lakes.
Get rid of the corpse!

He was ingenious on the way of driving corpses,
New usages have been unearthed from the spells of the predecessors.

And he really loves corpses, for example, the flowery wife in his family,
Although it is cold, the advantage is that it is not easy to break.

Ma San is just his pseudonym.
His real name is Lu Zhuoyun,
It's strange to say that a cultivator who works with corpses,
Such an elegant and free and easy name.

Lu Zhuoyun kept flying through the woods, even more exaggerated than the old ape in the mountains.

After rushing for ten miles in one breath, they came to a Town God's Temple.

It doesn't rain very much here at the Town God's Temple dozens of miles away.

When Lu Zhuoyun came to the City God Temple, the old Miao Zhu joined him.

Miao Zhu obviously knew Lu Zhuoyun.

"How things had been?"

Lu Zhuoyun sighed: "Send the message back, Princess Fu has a high-spirited person by her side, this matter is difficult."

Miao Zhu's complexion changed drastically, and he scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously: "Yangshen!?"

what happened?

Where did the Yang God come from? !
This old Miao Zhu originally seemed to be a relatively well-behaved person,

At this time, it looks like an old monkey with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks!
"It's not just the Yang God, it seems that he is still practicing martial arts, maybe he is also a martial saint in the world."

Lu Zhuoyun smiled wryly.

"impossible!"

"There is only one Martial Saint in Qianguo, where is the luck to produce the second one?!"

The old monkey lost his voice.

"Hurry up and send a message to Mr. Nalan, let him think of another way, otherwise Xiao Shizi probably won't have a chance to get it back."

Lu Zhuoyun urged.

"Okay, I'll go right now!"

Lao Miaozhu's eyes were stern, and he walked quickly to the statue of the Chenghuang Temple.
Light a thick incense stick,

There are words in the mouth,

Then burned a yellow talisman,
A cloud of wind rang out,

The City God suddenly came to life, opened his eyes with a majestic expression,
"What's the matter with calling the god?"

Lao Miaozhu urged: "Things have changed, Princess Fu has a Yangshen expert by her side, tell Mr. Nalan quickly."

City God's eyes changed slightly, and he fell silent.

After a while, he said slowly: "Okay!"

Immediately, the City God turned into a clay figure again and disappeared.

Lao Miaozhu sighed and said: "How could this be? The Yangshen masters are rare, and the gods and dragons see their heads but never their tails. Why did Princess Fu meet at this time?"

Lu Zhuoyun's tone was dull:
"Originally, I thought that person was the peak Yin god, so I took Hu Lian'er and the three silver zombies to the temple to hunt him down, but I was discovered by that person.

Hu Lian'er was killed on the spot, and the three silver corpses were also smashed to pieces by the young Taoist! "

Miao Zhu looked dignified: "The things in Fucheng are going on, don't change because of this Yang God."

Lu Zhuoyun shook his head slowly:
"There shouldn't be any problem in Fucheng, after all, there are the Lord and Elder Mo presiding over it.
Furthermore, there was also a Yangshen expert descending from Youming Mountain, even that young Taoist could not change this event. "

"This Jiangnan Prefecture will definitely become a demon kingdom on earth!"

There was a trace of fanaticism in Lu Zhuoyun's eyes.

(End of this chapter)