The iron-faced man glanced at the monk Yizhen who was dressed in disheveledly and had red lips on his face: "The liar in the world dares to come and blaspheme the magic weapon! Be careful"

But he couldn't continue.

Because Yizhen really jumped up.

He took off his shoes and socks, and a bitter smell suddenly filled the scene.

Lin Yueru frowned in tears.

Yizhen jumped up barefoot, holding smelly shoes in both hands, and slapped the purple gold lightning bolt like a fly!

The iron-faced man sneered: "If this can make the S-level fairy treasure dirty, I will eat your pair of smelly shoes!"

But many things in the world are just like this.

These really smelly shoes were like slippers hitting a small strong man, and they slapped them down with one slap!

The iron-faced man's chin almost fell to the ground.

After rolling on the ground twice, it immediately turned into a purple-gold mouse and rushed forward, almost becoming lightning-like.

This thing still does not give up and wants to escape and return to his master.

Yizhen laughed: "Beast, where can I go?"

This time, this guy was even more vulgar. He put his hand into his crotch and rubbed it for a while.

This scene was so beautiful. Although Lin Yueru turned her head angrily, she didn't say a word, and Lin Tiannan looked ugly.

The onlookers were stunned.

Is this really good on the street? You are a monk, an old monk.

But Yizhen immediately threw out the projectile with a unique smell, self-produced and sold, and used the flash of his finger to shoot and run away quickly.

The speed is very fast, but the magical power of the real snapping finger is really too accurate and he is hit in an instant.

The consequences. It was like seeing a cat's mouse, and the body was filled with black smoke and shivering. It could only turn around, but could not run forward.

Yizhen laughed loudly. Just like a vulgar uncle who succeeded in attacking the girl in Huaji, the laughter was really indescribable.

He shook his hand and walked to the tumbling face, stretched out his big hand and grabbed it. He laughed and said, "What a life-and-death SB thing! In front of you, Mr. Yizhen."

He looked up and saw that the powerful onlookers around him looked like a collapsed expression.

In Suzhou, there was Fahai in ancient times, and there was a monk Yizhen. It really gave Buddhists a good face.

Yizhen still has shamelessness. He coughed twice, changed into a monk with a sympathy and said, "Oh, I also pity you. I am an immortal treasure, and I can't practice with peace of mind. This will give you a chance to erase your spiritual consciousness and let you practice peace of mind. How about becoming an immortal as soon as possible?"

Although it was even more trembling, it ran around like a little mad cow, without any sense of surrender.

At this time, the iron-faced man was stunned.

He never thought that someone could really intercept it.

This is a treasure in the heaven!

A unique treasure.

When he realized that the problem was serious, the old vulgar monk in front of him not only did not pretend to be a ghost, but could really defile the immortal treasure!

Thinking of the master's fairy treasure. He might lose it, he trembled all over. He roared and rushed to Ichima: "Put down that thing! Otherwise you will regret it!"

Monk Yizhen laughed wildly, looked at the still dishonest in his hand, coughed, and spitted hard on the gourd.

Poor, it seemed that the two spitted, and they completely collapsed, making a whine that everyone could hear clearly. Then waves of fairy mist appeared on their bodies

"No!" the iron-faced man shouted in despair: "You don't know how much trouble this will cause. No, everyone present will be punished!"

Ichizhen ignored it and continued to torture the poor.

The weather was dull for a while, and at the moment when he was assimilated by Yizhen, a vast voice suddenly came out: "Who is it? Is it blasphemy of this God? The sin is unforgivable!"

Hearing this voice, Du Yu felt an inexplicable tremor from the depths of the Spirit God.

It was as if I had met Nuwa for the first time and felt instinctively awe when I heard her voice.

This is a creature in the lower level of the food chain, and it is instinctively awe of the creatures in the upper level of the food chain!

"This iron-faced man's master looks absolutely not simple!" Du Yuqiang calmed down.

Hearing the voice, the iron-faced man felt like he was being pardoned. He laughed, suddenly fell to the ground, kowtowed to him, "Disciple knelt down to worship his master. I just met a demon and ghost, and in desperation, I asked him to move, but the master also felt it. This demon is really powerful. Not only did he destroy the immortal arts, but he also took the opportunity to filth the immortal treasure. Please punish him heavily!"

The old man's voice paused and snorted coldly: "Uncle He! You are such a useless waste! It's far worse than your three brothers! Forget it, I'll deal with you well when you come back. Now no matter where you are, get out of here with me! Otherwise, I will make you regret being born in the world!"

Du Yu has not responded yet.

Monk Yizhen grinned and said, "All dying people, dare to speak loudly! What are you talking about?"

He coughed dryly, and spit out thick phlegm that he couldn't bear to look at, and spit out at the purple gold fairy gourd.

Maybe it was because he had endured his abuse and filth for too long, the purple gold immortal gourd, which was originally full of fairy spirit, spasmed in despair. The old man's voice was filled with anger, as if he didn't believe in his treasure, so he was pried away by someone, and he let out a shrill roar: "You! You are so bold and reckless! I will never give up."

Speaking of here, there is no news!

The purple gold immortal gourd fell silently on the ground, as if the little white flower that had withered her fate was lying on the ground in desolation, waiting for the verdict of reputation.

The iron-faced man's eyes were glaring out!

He could not imagine that the master of the voice just now, his most holy teacher, was like this

After cursing someone a few words, the soul mark on the treasure was wiped out by someone else's life and was stolen like this?

Monk Yizhen smiled obscenely, walked forward, picked up the treasure, wiped it with his dirty sleeves twice. Du Yu even felt that the purple gold gourd was covered with his spit, and was wailing with sadness.

Monk Yizhen cursed and said, "I don't care who you are? Can the treasures that fall into my hands still escape? I will turn you back! Hehe."

He smiled treacherously and came to Du Yu with the purple gold immortal gourd that was forced to xxoo, and handed it to Du Yu: "Do it!"

But Du Yu's mind stayed in the old man's voice.

"It is said that Fuxi has four sons! The eldest is Xizhong, the second is Xishu, the third is Hezhong, and the fourth is Heshu. The old man called this iron-faced man Heshu, and he said that he was not as good as three brothers, is that he?"

Du predicted a terrible possibility.

If this possibility is true, the threat the iron-faced man in front of him immediately exceeded the pressure from Hou Xiaobai on Du Yu!

Monk Yizhen was stunned when he saw Du Yu, stuffed the treasure into Du Yu's arms, and laughed and said, "My mission has been completed. It's still a bit dangerous here. I'm going back first and I have to buy space for Lao Xianghao to sheep placenta. Remember the remaining 10 million."

He opened a portal and walked around.

For the monk Yizhen who is important to save his life at any time, it is already the first time to be able to persist with Du Yu for so long.

Of course, the most important thing about him is to make the 20 million survival points.

Du Yu glanced at the dumb iron-faced man deeply.

This is the son of the Lord of Heaven and the great god Fuxi? He Shu?

The iron-faced man looked at the purple gold immortal gourd in Du Yu's hand and said with a fierce look on his face, "I don't care what method you use to take away the purple gold immortal gourd from me. I would like to advise you to return this thing to me immediately. I can leave you a whole body. Once my master is chased by you, your fate will be much more miserable than anybody imagined!"

Du Yu sneered and said with a sneer, "I know, isn't it just the great god Fuxi? If he had the ability, he would have come down to earth and come to kill me, how could he have barked there?"

The iron-faced man's eyes turned cold: "Do you know my identity?"

"It's almost the same," Du Yu smiled and said, "I guess it's right?"

When they heard Fuxi's name, Lin Tiannan, Lin Yueru and the people present were stunned.

This is God's name.

Could it be that the person they offended in front of them is

The iron-faced man laughed and took the iron-face off his face, revealing a handsome and arrogant face.

His spirit is flying, with a hint of arrogant superiority, and a layer of misty fairy spirit flowing on his face, floating in an ecstasy, making people involuntarily and have a good impression of him.

Lin Yueru let out a scream.

To be honest, with his character and appearance, no one doesn't like the girls present. If He Shu showed his true face as soon as he came up and did not insult Linjiabao verbally, Lin Yueru might have long agreed to throw the hydrangea to him.

Pointing at Du Yu, he smiled and said, "You kid knows my identity, but you can't quickly kneel down and offer the treasure? I don't remember the villain, so why bother letting you go this time?"

Du Yu protected Lin Yueru behind him and laughed: "You are so naive! No wonder your father scolded you. Since you dare to take this kind of fairy treasure against me, you must be prepared to be taken away by me! I am not a fool, how could I return it to you?"

A hint of hideousness appeared on Uncle He’s handsome face: “If you don’t want toast, you will be fined for wine! Since that’s the case, I’m not polite.”

He looked at Zhao Ling'er behind Du Yu deeply.

Du Yu snorted coldly and threw out: "You scum in the fairy world, take my move!"

Although the iron-faced man and uncle were both harsh, he was harsh and timid on the inside. Just now, Monk Yizhen used inexplicably disgusting methods to erase his father and teacher Fuxi's spiritual consciousness. After being confiscated by Du Yu, he lost his immortal treasure and had already become determined to retreat. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!