I really don't want to be a master

Chapter 175
It is said that Hu Meng and Wangcai excitedly took the psychic props and turned back. They wanted to use the golden knife to beat the dog in the water when they were pinched by the bronze sword and the yellow snake, but they didn't expect to see a frightening scene when they turned their heads .

Mao Jindao had a weird look on his face, half a smile but not a smile, just letting the bronze sword stab him in the face.But the mighty bronze sword pierced straight through him!Like being stabbed in the air, and like a bubble burst, Mao Jindao turned into a pile of shredded paper!The Yellow Spring snake bit down hard, just in time to bite the bronze sword, and there were pieces of paper in its mouth.Those scraps of paper floated in the air and suddenly burned. The small scraps of paper ignited a raging fire, and the hellish snake screamed and screamed.

The white fur on Sisi's body stood upright like steel needles. She curled up like a giant hedgehog and slammed into Huang Quan's body!Huang Quan was pierced with blood holes all over his body, and the screams were as miserable as they were, and he wanted to struggle hard, but Sisi stood up, becoming almost as tall as a three-story building!The two front paws held Huang Quan down, opened his mouth wide and bit hard.The Huangquan snake has no ability to resist under Sisi's subordinates, and the two are fighting like a toddler and a fat man.Si Si bit off Huang Quan's neck with several bites, Huang Quan still twisted his body unwillingly, trying to break free from Si Si's claws.

With a meow, Sisi launched a ruthless movement to move her claws like flying, and in a short while, a large pot of ingredients for snake soup was prepared-Huang Quan was torn into pieces by it, neatly, and the length was the same.Si Si took care of the Yellow Spring snake, and she meowed triumphantly, as if she was asking for credit.Mao Jindao's voice came from nowhere: "Eat it, it will be a great tonic."

Hu Meng's liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and Hun'er was almost frightened away.Huang Quan is his psychic beast, he knows how strong it is, but Sisi solved it in two or three strokes. Could it be that Sisi has been in other situations after fleeing for decades?Huang Quan was killed, Hu Meng didn't even care about his heartache, he ran desperately, because the figure of Mao Jindao appeared out of nowhere, and was getting closer and closer.

Hu Meng and Wangcai have not only practiced psychic arts, but also have superhuman physical fitness. Their [-]-meter running speed can even catch up with those professional athletes.But they ran desperately, but they couldn't shake the Maojin knife no matter what.Mao Jindao walked leisurely in the courtyard without any haste, like a traveler enjoying the scenery, but there were faint black shadows flashing behind him, and his speed was almost faster than an airplane gliding on the runway.

Hu Meng and Wangcai tried their best to escape, and kept sticking magic amulets on their bodies.The Divine Walking Talisman can greatly stimulate a person's potential. Even a cripple can become a scud in an instant after sticking it on. Of course, there are some sequelae, but now there is no time to think about the sequelae.

Mao Jindao thought that he would be able to catch up with Hu Meng without much effort, but he didn't expect that the two guys ran happily. Xiaobao absorbed all the power of the blood corpse formation, so basically he can't exert much effort now.Although Mao Jindao's own spiritual skills are excellent, running is not his specialty. After chasing for a while, he became impatient, and with a golden light flashing on his face, he shouted: "Psychic, escape!"

"puff!"

A white smoke flashed past, and Mao Jindao's figure melted into the air and disappeared.When he reappeared, he had already blocked Hu Meng and Wangcai's way. Hu Meng's legs were faster and he almost bumped into Mao Jindao's arms.He took two steps back hastily, shouted and threw out two throwing knives.The two flying knives shone coldly and were extremely fast, but after piercing Maojin Dao, they were clearly sharp blades, but turned into limp paper strips, fluttering and falling to the ground.

Hu Meng was not at all surprised that the flying knives were useless. Mao Jindao was able to subdue the cat demon Sisi, and its strength was terrifying. Bronze swords and Yellow Spring Snakes were useless together, let alone just two spiritual flying knives.He turned around and pulled out a soft sword from his waist, shaking out seven sword flowers!This action is enough to show his superb swordsmanship.Even a master of martial arts who has practiced swords for many years, and a sword master is superb, he may not be able to shake seven sword flowers casually with a flick of his hand!Although Hu Meng's soft sword took advantage of the weapon, the seven sword flowers also showed his extraordinary swordsmanship.

Hu Meng knew that spiritualism was no match for the golden knife, so he planned to take the edge of the sword and win with swordsmanship.Mao Jindao's spiritism is unpredictable, but it doesn't mean that he is equally good at martial arts. As long as he presses on step by step and doesn't give him time to cast spells, maybe things will turn around.Hu Meng received strict training in his family since he was a child. He is not only superb in spiritual skills, but also good at swordsmanship and fighting. He is very confident in his skills.

The abacus is very good, but it is a pity that Mao Jindao's psychic skills have exceeded his imagination, and it is an existence that he will never be able to achieve in his life.Facing Hu Meng's soft sword piercing his eyes, Mao Jin Dao didn't dodge or dodge, and didn't even blink his brows, just stood and resisted.Hearing the "ding" sound of gold and iron, Hu Meng's carefully crafted soft sword pierced between the eyebrows of the Maojin knife, making an unpleasant collision sound, and then the blade began to break. With one click, the soft sword turned into a pile of iron crumbs!
Hu Meng wanted to cry but had no tears. If he didn't play like this, isn't this an obvious violation of the rules?Why do I use swordsmanship and you still use spiritism, and you still use such a brilliant ghost body protection technique!Invulnerability, how can this be broken?
Wangcai ran over and saw that Hu Meng was deflated, his face flushed, his clothes were torn, and he instantly transformed into a big bear in human shape.He shouted loudly: "Meng Shao, you go first, I will block him, giant spirit..."

"Giant Spirit Art!"

Before Wangcai's giant spirit technique could be called out, Maojindao interrupted him with such a cold sentence. Before the expression on his face could change, he saw Maojindao's right hand raised, which suddenly changed. Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, it is as big as a cattail fan!You can control any part of your body to become gigantic at will, an advanced version of Giant Spirit Art - Giant Giant Spirit Art!
Blocking out the sun, and covering up a large shadow, the right hand raised by Mao Jindao is so terrifying!He slapped it lightly, and Wangcai didn't even let out a fart, and was immediately patted like a rotten watermelon.The meaning of rotten watermelon is: fragmented, red and white brains splattered, and bone scum flying around.The pieces of meat smeared Hu Meng's face, scaring him so much that he almost wet his pants.

Hu Meng has always thought highly of himself, and has never experienced any real danger, let alone an enemy as powerful as Mao Jindao.When faced with a real life-and-death crisis, all his pretense was thrown behind him, everything that was gentle, elegant and suave disappeared, leaving only an appearance of greed for life and fear of death.Looking at Wangcai's broken body, he said tremblingly, "You can't kill me, do you know who I am? I am a direct descendant of the Hu family, I..."

"Okay, the villain always has to explain his background before he dies, this plot is too vulgar!" Mao Jindao said disdainfully, "I know exactly where you came from, so you can die with peace of mind. "

"call!"

The huge palm that covered the sky and the sun waved down again, and Hu Meng's mind went blank. Resistance was like a mantis' arm, and the Maojin Dao was definitely at the level of a great psychic, otherwise such a powerful spiritual art would not have been possible.Great psychic?A flash of inspiration flashed in Hu Meng's mind, and he yelled mournfully, "What a golden knife! So you are Liu Yusheng!"

"Snapped!"

Hu Meng went with Wangcai, and they turned into rotten watermelons together.

Liu Yusheng looked at his right hand in annoyance and said, "What the hell, I'm too hard to hold back, this guy actually knows my identity? Could it be that he..."

What Hu Meng said is correct, Mao Jindao is indeed Liu Yusheng, a rare great psychic master in this world.Liu Yusheng has been concealing his identity all the time, but he wants to cover it up by calling himself Mao Jindao. In fact, anyone who knows him can think of his true identity through his alias and his psychic skills.However, those who really understood his details were either his own people or his enemies, and Hu Meng obviously belonged to the latter.

When Liu Yusheng heard that Hu Meng finally found out his identity, he wanted to save him for questioning, but somehow he slapped him to death.He shook off the scum of flesh and blood stained on his hands, and said lightly: "Get out, what are you hiding?"

"Meow..." Si Si walked slowly and walked out of the bushes, flatteringly said: "The great psychic master is invincible in the world in spiritual skills, once he makes a move, he can shake the world, I am so impressed!"

　I was in a bad mood, and made two complaints about the author.Does it scare you?You thought I was going to enter the palace, didn't you?The old man smiled smugly...

　　Once again, I would like to sincerely thank all my good friends who pulled out coins to help me when I heard that I was in trouble. They are all Huang Cancan's soft girls.

　　Please rest assured that nine out of ten unsatisfactory things happen in life, and I will not lose the chain when I encounter some setbacks.I am now a member of Sanzhang. Maturity is my pronoun, and responsibility is my motto. This book will continue to be updated as always, until the Liu Yusheng in my mind is completely written, and then all the supporting roles are written to death...

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　　Just as the "Wandering Passenger" encouraged me, spirituality is a minority, and my style is even more a minority among the minority.The protagonist has neither money nor power, and it seems that the heroine is hanging out one by one. After watching the abuse, I can't find pleasure.But even so, my average subscription still reached more than 200, which proves that I have a group of loyal readers and I have made a good start.

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