Qian Yiqun seemed to have been soaked from head to toe by cold water, and recalled the bell in his heart.

When I went up the mountain to visit the prison on the first day, this bell was also the sound of the bell, which calmed him down when he was extremely angry and led him into tranquility.

I listened again this time and felt that the bell was melodious and had a lot of aftertaste. The shock, anger, fear and hatred were all eliminated, and the five internal organs and six internal organs were extremely cool.

He looked up again and saw that there were any mountains pressing against the top of the mountain, only a white cloud floating quietly in the blue sky.

Qian Yiqun turned over, pinched his fingers in his hand, chanted the spell loudly, and rushed towards the evil path without hesitation.

Xie Dao also heard the bell, but was shocked and his feet became weak, and his soul was turbulent in the spiritual sea. He barely stood firm, but saw that his magic weapon had been broken and he was angry. With his knowledge, he naturally knew that this was not an accident, and that there must be a master in the dark.

While pressing his chest, the evil Taoist looked across his eyes. There was no one else except a rather suspicious servant Taoist. He listened to Qian Yiqun chanting spells, threw out an electric ball in his hand, and quickly held the landscape painting scroll in one hand and blocked it.

Seeing that he blocked it, Qian Yiqun was gasping for a long time and was overjoyed. He shouted a small lightning spell. The light ball in his hand was as big as a basket and pushed it out with force.

The evil Tao no longer dared to ask the big shot, so he rolled on the ground and avoided the lightning ball. Although others avoided it, a loud noise came from behind him. A huge pit was blown out of the ground, and the soil and gravel fell like rain, smashing all over his head and face.

Qian Yiqun himself has a rich spiritual aggregate, and the consumption of the Little Liuhe Art is not very large for him. He mainly borrows the spiritual aggregate of heaven and earth, just like stealing the use of the water and electricity of his neighbors, and never thought about saving. He was chanting the mantra, and another electric ball condensed in his hand, making a crackling sound.

Xie Dao knew that he was trapped in this gutter today, and he was afraid of the sound of the soul-knocking bell, so he threw out a handful of talisman paper to block Qian Yiqun's lightning ball, and spit out another mouthful of blood. He said, "Stop! I have something to say!"

There are naturally rules in the world of martial arts. One side has its own advantages. When the loser asks for mercy, he will hold back three points. After all, everyone has masters, brothers and friends, and revenge is also a troublesome thing. Being able to reach a conclusion and give up is a way that many people will choose.

Qian Yiqun is not a man from the martial arts world. Reincarnation and rebirth can give him more ideas. When he is young, he cannot have more experience in his life. Although he is not injured, the mental pressure on him is far greater than that of Dai Shiming. Dai Shiming will die, let alone this evil way?

When the evil Dao saw Qian Yiqun's body, he kept spelling and said nothing, and cursed: "Do you want to kill all the people? You really don't want to be a son!"

This kind of curse is also very good. Literary and poets regard "swearing like not scolding", and pursue the scolding for three or five years before the person being scolded can understand it. However, people in the martial arts world take immediate results and hit the nail on the head, and what they want is to curse the enemy's blood flowing backwards and their liver fire burns their hearts.

The Zhao Jianyuan insulted Qian Yiqun on that day, which was a perfect interpretation of the swearing skills of the world.

Qian Yiqun has long been indifferent to accepting the verbal attacks of such masters every day. Now that he encounters this evil path, he actually wants to turn the tables with his "swearing skills", and he is simply ignorant of his life.

After Qian Yiqun finished reciting the spell, he was puzzled that the electric ball this time was only half as big as before, but he threw it out with just a flash of thought.

Xie Dao swung his sleeves hard, and in a blink of an eye it turned into two large sleeves embroidered with seven stars, three large and wide sleeves with sun and moon, dragged straight to the upper.

The electric ball hit the sleeve, which only made the Taoist figure shake.

"There will be a time to go green mountains and clear waters!" This evil way came out of the sleeve, about two feet high and four inches wide, with spiritual talismans slightly carved on it.

Qian Yiqun thought that the Taoist was deliberately disagreeing, so he took out a killing weapon in his hand, and hurriedly turned to face him, pinched his fingers and prepared to fight.

The evil Tao suddenly broke the jade tablet away. There was only a crisp sound, and the jade tablet broke out and sprayed a blue light spot, covering the Taoist's body in a blink of an eye, as if the nebula was circulating, as if the light was circling. Even the two pieces of broken jade turned into light dust and participated.

Qian Yiqun's heart moved and hurriedly shouted: "Do you dare to leave your name for yourself?"

"Maoshan Huang Yuanba! I have a good idea to come to me!" The evil figure gradually condensed, and finally turned into a ball of light, flying quickly to the west like a meteor.

When Qian Yiqun saw him turning into light, he cursed in his heart: This cheater actually carried a return talisman with him! He had known that he should have shot just now to see if he could interrupt it. But after thinking about it again, no matter how fast he recited it, the little lightning mantra had fifteen sentences and sixty words, and he could not catch up with it. Only then did he disperse the regret in his heart.

A Niu walked slowly over, slightly lame. He rubbed his waist and hips with his hands and said, "This man is so powerful, he almost suffered his losses."

Qian Yiqun still felt a sense of depression in his chest and said coldly: "When we learn our skills in the future, we will kill Maoshan and kill him!"

"Why have to wait for the future?" A Niu looked confused, "If you want to kill him, leave now. Once you learn your skills, wouldn't it be a bully on your strength?"

Qian Yiqun choked and said to himself: Isn’t this world just bullying the weak and bullying the weak with the masses? Today I won a lucky battle, so how could I rush to the old nest? Khan, what am I talking about to a half-fool here?

Qian Yiqun stepped forward and picked up the Xihe sword and tore off the talisman paper from the sword.

The talisman paper burned in the wind and turned into ashes.

Qian Yiqun glanced at the exit of the bamboo forest path again, and there was no one. He walked to his master, put his knees on the ground, kowtowed and bowed, "Master is frightened."

Taoist Mu raised his eyes and smiled slightly. He didn't say anything, but still sat upright like a bell, moving or shaking, as if nothing had happened. He stood up, shook the key of the Sutra Pavilion in his hand, and walked out in a hurry.

Qian Yiqun was stunned: Yes, Master is what he should do. The matter just now has passed. I just don’t know if Mr. Wen is still on the mountain and brings a sword. If he is still there, he will settle the account with one sword. At this moment, his anger gradually faded, and Qian Yiqun thought again: I don’t know what the relationship between Mr. Wen and Wen Yun is, if it is a brother... I can’t help but rush to death with this thought.

Wen Yunhe was also an old acquaintance with him, and helped to complete the reunion of the Union Sect. He promised him three things, and he wanted to kill his brother before he could do anything. It was quite inappropriate in terms of human nature. However, that guy instigated his disciples to kill innocent people and blamed him. If he didn't kill him, it would be inconvenient!

Qian Yiqun and his master left the secret path of the bamboo forest, and all the people on the mountain had dispersed. These people all took money to join in the funeral. On weekdays, there were disasters, funerals and funerals, they would come to the Taoist priests from Zhenguan to help, so they were unwilling to offend too much. Those who really felt unfair for the Cai family also went to the county government to complain.

A farce ended. Qian Yiqun walked on the mountain road, but saw that Qionglong Mountain was still the same as before. The footprints on the ground would soon be eliminated by the rain and snow of autumn and winter. He seemed to have seen the vast picture of the world again, and his heart was empty.

The sound of horse hooves sounded the gravel on the mountain, which also made Qian Yiqun hold the hilt of the sword in his hand and turned to face him.

"Young Master save me..." A slow horse without a rider appeared in Qian Yiqun's vision, and Qian Wei's voice came.

Qian Yiqun hurried forward and helped Qian Wei down.

When Qian Wei saw Qian Yiqun, he felt relieved and showed his body, but there was blood on his back.
Chapter completed!