The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 110 The Mighty Seventh Uncle

Just when Song Feng was busy.

Mao Shanming, who was leading the horse thieves and their wives to fight in the inn, cleverly showed the location of the two horse thieves.

However, when Song Feng saw the mechanism on the wooden ladder and Mrs. Wang who was striding up the stairs, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of interest:

"I'm afraid this is the key factor that made that horse thief Wang Po become a fierce ghost..."

Sure enough, as Song Feng laughed softly, the horse thief Wang Po also stepped on the stairs:

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of the stairs breaking was heard.

Then, the wooden board where the two horse thieves, Pheasant and Wild Boar, were standing quickly split open, and they were hanged on the spot like they were hanged.

"Den!"

"Den!"

Seeing this scene, the horse thief Wang Pozi seemed to be stunned, looking at the two dead brothers with a shocked face:
"No!! Pheasant! Wild boar!!"

After a loud roar, the horse thief Wang Pozi wanted to go over and rescue their bodies.

There is still hope. There is still hope now.

As long as the two brothers are rescued, she has the magic to revive them!
Just when she was thinking about all sorts of things, Uncle Jiu, who was holding a peach wood sword, got serious:

"kill!"

A clear shout was heard, and then Uncle Jiu pointed his sword at the peach wood sword and gently pointed:
"Clang!"

A metallic sound suddenly came from the peach wood sword, and then the peach wood sword seemed to become sharper.

After blessing the peach wood sword, Uncle Jiu quickly fought with the horse thief Wang Pozi, and even continued to fight with her:

"Swipe!"

In just a few rounds, Uncle Jiu stabbed out three sword flowers with his sword, and each sword hit the horse thief Wang Pozi:

"……ah!!"

A scream was heard, and then the horse thief Wang Po was seen rolling backwards, barely escaping from Uncle Jiu.

At this time, she looked at Uncle Jiu with a little more fear in her eyes:

“Uh…ha!!”

The next moment, she suddenly put the cloak behind her aside, and then shook it lightly, and many bats appeared.

Each of those bats was much larger than an ordinary bat, and really looked like the size of a palm.

The long fangs are very scary.

If you were bitten by a bat like this, it would probably bite off a piece of your flesh.

Seeing the bat appear, the horse thief Wang Pozi pointed at Uncle Jiu and the others heavily, then took a few steps back:

"……ha!!"

After receiving his command, the many bats started to fly quickly, and in a moment they swarmed towards the direction where Uncle Jiu and the others were.

"Pullingleng..."

The sound of bats flapping their wings was very dense in the courtyard of the inn, which made people feel very scared at first glance.

However, just as Song Feng was watching the fun from the side, Qiu Sheng had sneaked up to him without him noticing:
"Seventh Uncle, this horse thief is quite good at hiding. She has so many bats hidden on her body. I really underestimated her~"

Seeing Qiu Sheng sneakily hiding behind him and looking interested in the fun, Song Feng gently tapped his forehead with his finger:
"You little brat, you're just watching your master fighting the monster alone in front of you. Why don't you go over and help him?"

"Be careful. After your master has dealt with that monster, he will make things difficult for you..."

Given Uncle Jiu's petty personality, he would probably find a way to make things difficult for others over the smallest matter.

Qiu Sheng now has some skills, but now he just watches the fun instead of helping his master. If Uncle Jiu finds out about this, he will definitely punish him.

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng chuckled, then ran behind Song Feng and carefully massaged his back:
"That bandit leader is so tough and has so many spells. How can I be his opponent?"

"And you also told me to watch more, listen more and talk less, and only fight with others occasionally."

"I'm not stupid. I'm still a little bit more inexperienced than this demon who can wrestle with my master. I don't want my master to die before his time."

"Even if Master were to comment on this matter, he would have to say that it was my wit that enabled me to preserve my vitality..."

When he said the last sentence, Qiu Sheng's chest couldn't help but straighten up slightly, and he seemed very confident.

Seeing Qiu Sheng acting like he was only thinking about Uncle Jiu, Song Feng shook his head helplessly.

This kid is just like that.

But fortunately, he knew who he couldn't afford to offend, so at least he wouldn't throw his life away easily.

At this moment, Song Feng suddenly saw a corner of a bright yellow robe, which seemed to be approaching him from a distance:

"...Mao Shanming?"

Looking at Mao Shanming who had crawled up to them with his butt sticking out, Song Feng couldn't help but chuckle:
"I didn't expect you to be able to run so fast..."

Mao Shanming may not be able to do other things, but he is really good at escaping, and he actually managed to run away from the attack of those bats.

Hearing Song Feng's voice, Mao Shanming, who was carrying the basket, first raised his head cautiously. When he saw that it was Song Feng and Qiu Sheng, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:
"Huh... I finally escaped..."

Then, his face changed, and he quickly took off the basket that was on him, and screamed loudly:

"……ah!!"

As the screams rang out, he quickly jumped up and took off the bat that was biting his butt:
"…It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it really hurts so much, such a big bat, it's really fatal!"

Looking at Mao Shanming jumping around in his tattered Taoist robe, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but laugh:

"...Poof!"

After laughing, he realized that he shouldn't laugh, and then he suppressed his laughter:
"Sorry Uncle Ming, I didn't mean to laugh at you."

This Maoshan Ming doesn't have any special abilities, but since Uncle Jiu has acknowledged his identity as a Maoshan disciple, he can be called Uncle Ming.

Then it would be natural for Qiu Sheng to give him face and call him Uncle Chengchen out of both emotion and reason.

When Mao Shanming heard the laughter, he actually clenched his fist subconsciously, but when he saw that it was Qiu Sheng, he suddenly laughed:

“Ahahahaha… It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s just that I didn’t hide well enough, so I was ambushed by that bat…”

You little brat, if your fist wasn’t harder than mine, today my uncle Ming would have let you know how powerful I am.

Although he cursed in his heart for a long time, Mao Shanming's face was full of smiles. After all, the situation was stronger than the person!

Looking at Mao Shanming's adaptability, Qiu Sheng also felt like his seventh uncle watching a show with his ninth uncle.

At this time, he seemed to vaguely understand Seventh Uncle's happiness. I just like to see you being unhappy with me but unable to get rid of me!

Looking at the seemingly endless stream of bats in the courtyard that were constantly attacking Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng asked cautiously:
"Seventh Uncle, why do these bats seem to be endless? If this continues, Master will be in danger."

"After such a long period of physical exhaustion, Master may not be able to get away with it at the hands of the monster who is gathering his strength!" It would be fine if there was only one wave of bats, but the problem is that with every swing of the peach wood sword in Uncle Jiu's hand, the bats will quickly fill the gap.

It really seems like an endless supply.

After all, he now understands the essence of cultivation, so he is naturally a little worried about Uncle Jiu's physical condition as he enters middle age.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's worried expression, Song Feng laughed and then said softly:
"These bats are both real and fake. In fact, it is more of a kind of magic that seems real and illusory."

"As long as we break the core of the bat regeneration formation, these seemingly endless bats will instantly turn into nothingness."

"Just wait. Given your master's sensitivity, he will definitely not suffer any loss..."

Sure enough, as he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu took out three coins from the Golden Coin Sword in his hand, and then threw them heavily towards a corner of the ceiling:
"Swipe!"

Three golden lights flashed by.

Immediately afterwards, a special bat hidden in a corner on the roof was seen being knocked down and killed instantly.

As the bat was killed, the horse thief Wang Pozi, who seemed to be waiting for her prey just now, couldn't help but scream:
"……ah!!"

Look at the way he's staggering, it's as if he's suffered a serious injury.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but exclaim loudly, appearing very excited:
"Master has found the core of the formation! Uncle Seventh, you are right. Master will not continue to suffer losses from this spell."

But then, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but feel a little curious about the spell just now:
"The spell just now is called Bat Regeneration, right? Uncle Seven, do you know this spell?"

Although this spell was easily broken by Uncle Jiu, it does not mean that this spell is not strong enough.

It’s just because it was Uncle Nine who cracked the spell!

If this magic is used against ordinary people, it would simply become a nightmare for them.

After hearing Qiu Sheng's words and seeing how respectful he was towards his seventh uncle, Mao Shanming looked at the old man in front of him curiously.

This old man is a little unusual!

Looking at Qiu Sheng who was full of curiosity, Song Feng pondered for a moment, then said:
"This bat regeneration method is a spell that is only suitable for nighttime performance. In fact, it relies more on illusion."

"But for those who are not skilled enough, being bitten by a bat will leave real scars on the body."

"And if you want to master this spell, you have to raise a bat from its blood and use a special spell to establish a connection."

"Because of the special nature of bats, most practitioners of similar spells are extremely ugly and have a variety of diseases."

When he said this, Song Feng paused, then said:
"So, if you see an ugly cultivator in the future, remember to use magic to cleanse yourself after subduing them."

"We must even burn their bodies completely, leaving no traces behind, because if we're not careful we might get caught..."

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng nodded seriously, and then seemed to have learned something:
"I see. No wonder this bandit leader looked so ugly to me. It turns out he is practicing magic."

"It seems that this unorthodox magic really cannot be practiced, otherwise it will be a great threat to your appearance."

When he thought of the last part, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but shudder. After all, he couldn't imagine how ugly he would become if he practiced evil magic.

Being strong is a temporary matter, but being handsome is a lifelong matter. He also wants to marry a wife to carry on the family line.

While they were chatting, they saw that the horse thief Wang Po who was fighting with Uncle Jiu seemed to see the three of them.

Then, he rushed towards them quickly:
"……ha!!"

The fierce look in her eyes and the way she clenched her palms made it look as if she was going to vent her anger on the three of them.

Saw this scene.

Qiu Sheng, who was standing behind Song Feng and carefully patting his shoulders, flipped over like a kite:
"Crash..."

The next moment, he instantly blocked the path that the bandit leader had to take as he rushed towards Uncle Seven, and then punched him:
"what!"

The qi sank into the dantian and made a sound when he exhaled. When he threw a punch, there was actually a whistling sound. If an ordinary person was hit by this punch, he would probably vomit blood.

However, the bandit leader seemed very calm when he saw this scene, and even fought back with his fist:

"Ah!!"

The fists of both sides clashed together at that moment:
"boom!!"

There seemed to be a muffled sound coming from somewhere.

Then, Qiu Sheng subconsciously took two steps back, shaking his hands and grimacing in pain:
"Hiss... what a hard fist this bitch has!"

He originally thought that he could gain an advantage in martial arts with Xiaoyu's blessing, but he didn't expect that his punch would be like hitting fine iron.

It seems that this bandit leader should also have the ability to be invulnerable to swords and guns.

Seeing that he failed in his first fight, Qiu Sheng did not give up, and even took out a flower from his chest:

"Yin Yang Flying Flowers, fast!"

He took the intact peony flower in his hand and rubbed it gently.

Then, the intact peony flower was seen to turn into dozens of complete petals in an instant when he grasped it in his hand.

Looks very beautiful.

The next moment, Qiu Sheng grabbed the petals and threw them heavily at the horse thief:

"Take my flying flower secret technique!"

As he threw out the dozen petals, the petals magically floated around the horse thief.

It seemed as if it would completely cover her.

Looking at the dozen petals that had been falling beside her, the horse thief woman shouted:
“Uh…ha!!”

Then, she grabbed the black cloak behind her and shook it quickly.

A magical thing happened.

The moment she shook her grey cloak, swarms of cockroaches flew out of his body.

The cockroaches seemed to be very smart. Several of them rushed towards a petal, and the petal and the cockroaches fell to the ground together at the same time.

The cockroaches died and the petals withered.

It looks like a messy beauty!

Seeing this scene, Qiu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then quickly hid behind his seventh uncle:
"Seventh Uncle, save me!!"

Watching her casual spell breaking Qiu Sheng's secret method, the horse thief woman rushed towards Song Feng who was in a wheelchair with a ferocious look on her face.

Seeing the ferocious expression on the horse thief's face as she rushed over, Song Feng looked calmly at the bowl of rooster blood on the table next to him.

The next moment, he just nodded at the bowl of blood, and then casually shot at the bandit leader who was rushing over:
"Crack!"

After what seemed like a little bit of blood was bounced out, actually more than a dozen blood spots were bounced out, and each one accurately hit the horse thief's body.

For a moment, he was beaten back step by step, with sparks flying all over his body!
Seeing this scene, Qiu Sheng seemed very excited and even cheered loudly:
"...Seventh Uncle is mighty!"

(End of this chapter)