Chapter 22: The Prodigal Son On the shaft of the carriage, Ye Pingan stared blankly at Li Xunhuan killing five people in a casual manner, muttering, "Brother Yang is so handsome." When he heard Li Xunhuan's words "Young man, why don't you take action?", he lowered his head, making it impossible to see what he was thinking. He lowered his head, pointed his index fingers at each other, and said in a puzzled, dismissive tone, "Brother Yang, why do you say that?" With his childish appearance and his hair still untied, he looks like a child who is aggrieved. He said to himself again, “Brother Yang, are you like the Five Evils and want to snatch my treasure? That must be the case, mother said, be careful when you go out. But I don’t have any treasure. I am still just a child, Brother Yang, please let me go. I, I want to go home," Li Xunhuan smiled and went to collect the storage bags and magic weapons of these five people, or the Five Evils. A fire bomb spell helped them collect the bodies to prevent them from being exposed in the wilderness.
Everything was ready, he turned around and watched Ye Ping'an perform. Ye Pingan took a step back and cautiously asked, "Brother Yang, you wouldn't kill a child, would you?" If an ordinary person came here, he would definitely think that this was a Taoist monk like Han Lao Mo. but, "Where in the world are there sixty-year-old children?" "What do you mean sixty years old? I'm not even sixteen." "Fellow Daoist, you may know that when a sect recruits disciples, it has a levelless magic called bone-viewing magic, which can detect a person's bone age." Skillful. Li Xunhuan couldn't afford the authentic spells, so he could only exchange for some strange auxiliary spells. Illusion and charm against mortals. Spiritual plant husband, mining. In terms of the precision of my spells, I cannot compare to the hard-working emperor who gets rewarded by heaven, but in terms of the versatility of my spells, no one else can match me. That's what scholars are like. Please call it, encyclopedia. Well, the version below the Qi Refining Stage. "Bone viewing technique?" Ye Pingan stopped moving backwards and raised his head suddenly. "So you've been laughing at me since you got on the bus?" The innocent and tender voice of the child then turned into the rough voice of a big man who picked his feet. The sound and appearance form a sharp contrast.
"But so what? Yang Jian, you will still die today." He is still a chatterbox, and he is still a chatterbox. There was one thing that Li Xunhuan was wondering, what was happening in the world of mortals cultivating immortals now? When a cultivator of a lower realm meets a cultivator of a higher realm, shouldn’t he keep a low profile and run away? The Five Evils had used some tricks before, but still died. Ye Ping'an has only reached the tenth level of Qi training, shouldn't he be afraid too? He is so confident, does he have a trump card? Ye Pingan sat on the shaft of the carriage again, stretched his body, stretched his muscles, and then leaned lazily on the carriage. "Fellow Daoist Yang, you are a casual cultivator, right? When facing the Five Evils, you only took out a low-grade magic weapon? Tsk tsk, you are so poor, I am too lazy to kill you." "You attracted the Five Evils?" "if not," Without waiting for Li Xunhuan to speak, Ye Ping'an reached into his storage bag and a stack of talismans appeared in his hand. "Okay, fellow Taoist, let's get going." As he spoke, dozens of talismans flew out and headed straight for Li Xunhuan. The brave wins when we meet on a narrow road. To cultivate immortality one must have the courage to face crises. grass. spendthrift. Li Xunhuan immediately used the Wind Controlling Technique and Wind God Kick and flew away. Escape, escape, and escape again. The sound of the talisman exploding behind me was wonderful. Just like some people suffer from a fear of insufficient firepower. Bad news, it's someone else's. How could immortal cultivators fight like this? Pay-to-win? Spend-to-lose? Li Xunhuan's eyes were filled with envy. "My friend, I think your previous suggestion is very good. How about we part ways now?" "Ah, fun, fun." Ye Pingan was startled, and his voice returned to that of a young and lively child. He danced with joy and exclaimed that it was fun. Then, he casually threw out a handful of talismans, and when Li Xunhuan dodged, he threw out another handful. While cheering, let him die.
The voice of a child and a big man switches back and forth. Perhaps because he was bored, he even took out a string of candied haws from his storage bag and started eating with his head tilted. Just like, abnormal! Only then did Li Xunhuan realize it. What the ancients said was right. Don't mess with children and women in the wild. Why did he stop them and expose them when they wanted to leave? Really, Great. Mine, mine, all mine. He took a wrong step and his body stopped irregularly. The inertia of a Qi Refining cultivator controlling the wind seemed to be non-existent on him. The predictive talisman exploded in front. Li Xunhuan stepped back, holding the Qingfeng sword, and using the Fengshen Leg to kill Ye Ping'an. Dragon sword technique. This naughty kid Ye Ping'an has strong firepower in long-range attacks, but what about close combat? When he got closer, there was no sign of nervousness in Ye Ping'an's eyes, but rather a hint of playfulness. The next second, a golden bell hung upside down, protecting it firmly. The Qingfeng sword touched it, emitting bursts of fire. Li Xunhuan quickly put away the Qingfeng Sword. The Qingfeng Sword is the magic weapon that has accompanied him for the longest time. Although its quality is not good, he has feelings for it and does not want it to be broken. "Golden Bell Talisman?" "how do you know?" Ye Pingan was surprised, and Mo De's pupils suddenly dilated, and he said in shock, "Did you kill my brother Ye Feng?" The Golden Bell Talisman is a mid-level talisman, extremely precious, and only the Ye family has it in the entire Jingzhou. He considered that his brother Ye Feng had not been heard from for a year, but Li Xunhuan was able to recognize the talisman, and he immediately figured out the truth. For the first time, he showed an angry expression and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to play with you anymore. I want you to die immediately." As he spoke, he took out a talisman from his storage bag. This time, it was one. There is no doubt that this is a talisman. With the other party's level of krypton gold flow, it is normal for him to have a talisman. Most likely it is a very powerful talisman, otherwise it would not be as fast as the talisman.
just, "stop," That's his baby. Use it once less. As luck would have it, Li Xunhuan still used the same old tricks to deal with the Ye family. The Three-Point Return to Origin Qi breaks the shield, the Sky Frost Fist slows down the opponent's casting speed, and Xiao Li's Flying Dagger kills. The talisman in Ye Ping'an's hand just lit up with golden light, but quickly returned to its normal state. The resentment on his face still showed on his face. My throat was creaking, but I couldn't utter a word. "cluck" A word from his late mother appeared in his mind: one should be low-key and living in peace and safety is better than anything else. He swore that he would listen to his mother in his next life. As his body fell, his right hand reached for his left wrist, where there was an ordinary bracelet for mortals, left to him by his mother. The next second, everything went dark and I knew nothing. The joys and sorrows between people are not the same. Li Xunhuan is a scholar with moral integrity and good manners. Never kill innocent people, never rob. Ye Ping'an's storage bag flew into his hands. Li Xunhuan weighed it a few times and nodded secretly. It was quite heavy, so the harvest must be considerable. This was not stolen, it was picked up. Set fire and collect the corpse, letting it return to dust together with fellow Daoist Ye Feng. Finally, he turned the carriage around and continued on his way to Qingyun Market. Inside the carriage, he put away the "Analects of Confucius" and took out the storage bag. Then it was time for the much-loved part of opening the lid to reveal a surprise. Eight. (End of this chapter)
