With a "bang", the sky hit the ground, stirring up countless dust. ` "This monk is really interesting.
It's about to start a fight.
He vomited blood and then passed out."
The monk holding the big wine jar chuckled.
Before the other monks came up, he half-crouched down.
Pulling one hand off the wine vat, with a bohemian smile on his face, he stretched out his hand towards Qi Tian's hand.
Just when he was about to touch Qi Tian's arm, a layer of light green light flashed through, blocking the monk one centimeter away from Qi Tian's body.
"Hey, it's kind of interesting that there is such a self-protection mechanism."
The monk used 20% of his strength, and then grabbed this layer of green light with all his strength.
Although it looked very weak, it was actually under the strength of the monk. no change at all "It's weird, I don't believe it.
I can't even touch this little monk."
This monk is very stubborn.
The more he can't open it, the more energetic he becomes.
This time is good, because he can't bear to put down the wine vat.
With his hands on his back, he blew hard into his hands, rubbed them, and shouted, "Get up!"
At this time, the movement of the old Taoist here attracted the attention of many people.
Everyone surrounded the old Taoist priest and pointed, some were disdainful, and some were questioning.
Some people seemed to have recognized the old Taoist priest's identity, and they were very shocked. ` "This old man, is it impossible that this old man is that old immortal?
No, no, no, how could that old man come here and say that he is not guarding there?"
A monk with a slightly higher level of cultivation looked at this man carrying a wine jar.
The monk who also called himself an "old Taoist" looked at it for a while and kept shaking his head.
"How could he be the monk you said is that class now?
How could he be born?
If he is really that senior, how could he be here with us?"
The old man carrying the wine vat clearly heard what the people around him were talking about, but he didn't show any emotion at all.
He pinched Qi Tian back and forth, but somehow he was isolated within a centimeter of Qi Tian.
The old man in the wine tank is becoming more and more disbelieving in evil.
Others don't know his abilities, but he himself understands, "How is it possible?
Who am I?
I am the king.
I have passed the first step of cultivation and have become the king after breaking the void.
Ah, shouldn’t I kill tens of thousands of monks with one head?
Why can’t I handle a boy doll now?”
"You, what are you talking about?"
the old man in the wine tank said in a loud voice.
At this moment, many people heard it clearly, especially the word "King", which pressed on everyone's heart.
"Where did you come from, old man?
You can only brag.
Don't be afraid of blowing your bullshit.
King, if you were a king, I would still be a semi-saint."
Some young monks were obviously dissatisfied.
You know, everyone is divided according to their cultivation level.
The people who live together in the area are almost the same as the monks.
The words of this young monk.
It made everyone burst into laughter.
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The face of the old man in the wine tank was slightly red, and he looked a little embarrassed, "You young people really don't know how high the sky is without giving them a lesson."
As the old man in the wine tank spoke, he turned his head with a grin on his face, reached out with one hand to the back of his head, and with difficulty separated out a piece of the messy head, and then, as if in pain, pulled out the piece.
The half-white head was pulled out.
"Hahaha" a group of monks laughed.
"I thought I was going to use a big trick, but it turned out that I was pulling out the white hair.
I was really scared.
This hair scared me to death, hahaha."
"You don't know how high the sky is, you guys, today I will give you a lift on behalf of your ancestors."
After the old man in the wine jar finished speaking, he gently blew on the half-white head on his palm and blew it away.
The head actually floated up and shook.
It was swaying, floating above everyone's heads, and kept floating outwards After the old man finished blowing his own hair, he looked at the half-white hair with a curious look on his face.
There was nervousness and excitement on his face, and his originally yellowish complexion suddenly turned red.
Frankly speaking, he is a few years younger.
"Hahaha, it's really funny to me today.
I'm so good at bragging.
I can brag like this to an old man.
I also have a completely black head.
Do you want me to show it to you?"
A monk challenged me.
The old man in the wine tank now crossed his arms over his chest and held his head high.
With his eyes closed, he actually looked a bit like a master.
However, the eyes that he occasionally squinted to look into the distance still betrayed him, which made him lose his masterly attitude.
"Well, if you have the ability, go and see."
That head of mine must have flown to the demon army and I didn’t kill hundreds of demon beasts.
I will treat you as my grandson.”
"Okay."
A monk laughed.
Some people who did good deeds actually ran away.
We wanted to see if the head was still there.
"You are actually vying to be my grandson.
It's too easy on you.
I don't want it."
The old man in the wine tank laughed.
"Look at you group of physical training monks with big limbs and simple minds.
Each of you has pectoralis major.
Isn’t this just big-breasted and brainless?
Hahaha.”
After the old man in the wine tank finished speaking, he took out the rag belt wrapped around his waist.
It was wrapped around Qi Tian, and he immediately jumped into the air.
In an instant, no one could be seen.
"Humph, this old liar, don't let me see him next time.
If he sees it, I must let him know that grandson is not that easy to do."
A monk was indignant.
"It's broken, it's broken."
At this moment, two monks with relatively low cultivation level rushed over from outside the crowd.
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Seeing how they rushed over with their pale faces, everyone thought that the army of demon cultivators was coming.
"Where is that man?
Where is the old man?"
The monk who rushed over had a bloody smell on his body, which made people sick to smell it.
How much blood was needed to bring out so much bloody smell?
"Then the old liar ran away.
What happened?"
"It's a big deal."
When he heard that the old man was gone, the faces of the groups of monks who came over were filled with despair.
"I missed it.
I missed this opportunity of all eternity."
"Alas," some of the more rational monks shook their heads at this time, "All the monsters in the south of our city are dead, including the leader monsters who are equivalent to the God-Slaying Stage.
In an instant, they were all dead, and none of us were When I reacted, I saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and nearly ten thousand demon cultivators died without even making a sound."
"The hills further to the south are also broken into pieces," another monk added, "Just because of one head, what kind of cultivation is this?
Once the senior comes out, all enemies will be destroyed."
"Once it comes out, all enemies will be destroyed.
Is this a king or a semi-saint?"
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