Uncle Jiu: I punish the criminals according to the will of Heaven, and you say I’m arrogant?

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"What nonsense!?"

"Be careful and don't let anyone notice you. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"How's the investigation going?"

Tulong glanced at his dozen or so apprentices, then asked with half-closed eyes.

The dozen or so people who were questioned had slightly changed expressions and began to speak hesitantly. The leader finally spoke up, "Master, it's strange to say, many people in the martial arts world know who Yang Lingxiao is, but few have even seen him."

"Humph!"

"Only those insignificant old guys from Maoshan can make the senior brother of a sect look like a nobody."

Tulong clenched his back teeth tightly.

They are obviously both disciples of Maoshan, so why is Shi Jian so strong that he can summon heavenly thunder with just a wave of his hand, while he can only control a dozen half-dead corpses?

It must be the unfair treatment of those old men in Maoshan.

But it doesn't matter. Once Ye Maoshan replaces him, he can also be called a master.

Yemaoshan is also Maoshan.

A disciple of Ye Maoshan is also a disciple of Maoshan.

"Master, you're looking for Yang Lingxiao, we know!"

"He beat us up for no reason and then kicked us out." At this time, Qiu Sheng and Wencai, who were holding various foods in their hands, came forward tentatively and spoke in an extremely restrained voice.

That look, standing next to Uncle Jiu, was like two extremes.

"Do you know Yang Lingxiao?"

Tulong flipped over and appeared in front of the two men, then raised his hand and slapped them twice.

He is not Lin Jiu, nor is he those reasonable people in Maoshan. They are like dogs and can be strangled to death at will. Crushing them is like crushing an ant.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The two men were beaten so hard that they lowered their heads and looked submissive.

"Master, you didn't ask!"

"Speak now!"

Tulong knew very well what a senior brother, the head of a sect, represented. If he didn't destroy the hope of Maoshan, how could the Wild Maoshan replace the orthodox one?

The two of them stammered and recounted what had happened with a look of grievance on their faces.

The master must have beaten them for their own good, otherwise he would not have taught them magic directly.

That's for sure!

"Go!"

"Wait until they finish eating before you eat!"

Tulong gave a casual order, then turned around and took out a seemingly blurry bronze mirror.

He raised his hand, bit his finger, and then carved a particularly complex spell on it.

"clumsy!"

He stomped his foot on the ground and shouted angrily. A ray of green light immediately spread out from the bronze mirror, followed by a low, contemptuous and indifferent voice.

"Say!"

"Big Brother, there's news about Yang Lingxiao!"

Tulong said repeatedly.

"Say!"

After a brief pause, the voice in the bronze mirror sounded again.

Tulong's face was full of flattery, and he repeated what Qiu Sheng and Wencai had said.

outside world.

"Qiu Sheng, I'm not full!"

Wencai held a bowl of leftovers in his hand and ate while howling.

Although Uncle Jiu was a bit stingy, he never treated them harshly in terms of food and clothing, unlike this new master.

“These are all tests!”

"You can still learn magic without passing the test!" Although Qiu Sheng was full of dissatisfaction in his heart, he still said with a gritting teeth expression.

He must learn magic and kill Yang Lingxiao!

Soon, the church was cleaned up.

"Heresy, heresy!"

"Heresy from the East!"

"Since you don't want to be God's friend, then be God's enemy!" The priest was thrown by Heishan and all his teeth were broken. His old face was full of rage.

Do you really think he is a serious priest?

If not a friend, then an enemy!

"Awaken the heretics who have been inspired by God and let them bring down God's punishment!"

Following the priest's loud shout, the believers who had been waiting on both sides hurried forward and turned over the two coffins they were carrying.

As the coffin lid opened, the contents inside were revealed.

Two mummies with bloodshot eyes, shriveled bodies and disheveled hair.

"Wow!"

As two buckets of blood were poured out, two vampires with fangs in their mouths and blood mist all over their bodies slowly stood up from the coffins. They swung their cloaks behind them and a string of black bats flew out from them.

"This is the East?!"

The two vampires asked in a strange tone.

"Not bad!"

"This is the East!"

"Now that your goal has been achieved, it's time to fulfill your promise.

Someone has voluntarily become God's enemy!"

As the priest finished speaking, the two vampires immediately turned their gaze to the mayor and his son. The scarlet eyes made the two of them feel inexplicably frightened.

"Is it them?"

Father and son: "..."

When did they become enemies of God? They should speak with conscience. Please God, distinguish between loyalty and treachery!

"It's not them, it's some Taoist priests!"

Taoist priest?!

The two vampires glanced at each other briefly, then flew out in the direction the priest pointed, their cloaks fluttering and making waves like the flapping of bat wings.

"God's enemies will be completely destroyed by God's messengers!"

"You said that, right?"

Father and son: "..."

"Brother, do you think there is any limit to the development of my Golden Light Spell?"

Looking at the extremely handsome Flying Eagle that exuded a terrifying murderous aura, Zhang Xuanyu slowly approached it while swallowing his saliva.

He, Zhang Xuanyu, is the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation of Mount Longhu. With his thunder magic in one hand and golden light in the other, he made countless demons and monsters shout that they had seen their grandmother.

But even so, he felt that the power of his Golden Light Spell was not even one-third of Yang Lingxiao's.

the reason is simple!

He needs to practice countless times to condense the golden light, but Yang Lingxiao can condense the golden light just by raising his hand. Look at the axe falling from behind him. Doesn’t it look like the magical weapon that the legendary Xiansheng Zhenjun once used?

Big brother, help me!

Go through fire and water, brother!

"You, an expert in using golden light, want to teach me the Golden Light Mantra?"

"I don't know the upper limit of the Golden Light Spell, but I have some painting skills. Do you want to learn?"

Yang Lingxiao gently smoothed the eagle's blade-like feathers, then slowly raised his right hand.

"Golden light!"

"Buzz!"

With a slight movement of his mind, a golden sword shadow appeared out of thin air and poured down from his fingertips.

He raised his sword and pointed it down, "Draw a circle on the ground to make a prison!"

"Buzz!"

The sharp edge rose up inch by inch and turned into a circle that enveloped Zhang Xuanyu. Zhang Xuanyu, who was in the golden light, suddenly felt a surge of pressure rushing down.

Rushing through his flesh and blood to his internal organs!

This move can no longer be described as vicious.

Are you indestructible and invulnerable to swords and guns?

Excuse me, I'm targeting your internal organs directly!

Can you train your body to be invulnerable to swords and guns, and can you train your internal organs to be indestructible?

This move is a sure kill!

"General and soldiers!"

The pressure dissipated, and before Zhang Xuanyu could react, dozens of phantoms made of golden light, wearing armor and holding steel knives, rushed towards him through the void.

For a moment, the entire dojo was filled with overwhelming murderous aura.

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