Yang Xiu, who is thin and not tall, is carrying a huge black mace as thick as a bowl. Blood drips dripping from it, and his visual impact is extremely strong. When he fought with the two brothers Huang Jun and Huang Qi, Yang Xiu felt that compared to the relatively light long sword, this kind of big opening and closing fighting method is more suitable for him and has a more powerful advantage. Moreover, the mountain-splitting sword technique is mainly about chopping and slashing, and it is not too awkward to replace the long sword with a big stick.

So I took the time to try making a few sticks, using the puppet mechanism technique in the middle. The bold mace in my hand is one of the latest products.

People in the dark were shocked. Yang Xiu's body was far stronger than imagined. More people were surprised by the size of the mace. How did Yang Xiu hide it in his arms? Only when the cultivators reached the Qihai period could they put magic weapons in their bodies, so the cultivators in the body tempering stage carried magic weapons directly on their bodies. There was no exception like Yang Xiu who took sticks out of their arms directly from their arms.

Those who are interested immediately think of treasures like Sumeru bags. Could it be that the teachers in this academy have such treasures?

Yang Xiu had no time to care about the people in the dark. The magic weapon was hanging above his head. He took big steps to lead the four people to raise their feet and kick them. "Crack!" "Crack!"... Yang Xiu's legs were like lightning, and he couldn't let the other party react and kicked on the knees of the four people like lightning. The four people were in pain and were humming non-stop.

"How dare the lowly human race break my legs! Do you know who I am? I want you to die a bad death..." The young man with a gun looked ferocious like a ghost, pointing at Yang Xiu and swearing, it was extremely vicious.

"Boy is crazy! I dare to hurt my disciple!" There was an old man shouting in the cave not far away. It should be an old man from the Ziyun Python clan. Seeing that the four of them met Yang Xiu and even suffered a great loss, they quickly appeared. Before the person arrived, they shouted loudly. They were full of threats.

Yang Xiu was disdainful. What did you do when the four people besieged me earlier? Now I saw that my own people were going to suffer losses before they popped up. It was extremely despicable!

So Yang Xiu turned a deaf ear to the old man's shout in the distance. Without saying a word, he swung his mace to point it at the other party's legs and flirted hard. With a muffled sound, the young monk holding the gun formed a big shrimp. After a scream that made people sweat, he fell to the ground and no longer moved. Seeing this, monk Jingyuan and Xiao Menglu couldn't help but clamped their legs together and fought a cold war.

"Young man is dead!" Seeing that the young man with a gun was knocked by Yang Xiu, the old man in black who came to the sky shouted angrily, transformed into a white giant palm and grabbed Yang Xiu directly. Yang Xiu was so overwhelmed by the surging spiritual power that Yang Xiu almost collapsed to the ground.

Yang Xiu was shocked. He reluctantly took a few steps back and let the mountain and river drawing scroll block in front of him. He cursed in his heart, and he turned out to be a cultivator in Qihai Period!

The scroll emitted a faint fluorescent light to cover Yang Xiu, but after all, it was not a complete magic weapon. Yang Xiu's current cultivation level could only exert 20% of the power of the Mountain and River Map. The old man in black instantly flashed a strange color in his eyes when he saw the scroll. His big hand closed slightly, and the scroll in the air was shaking and floating, as if he was about to be picked away by the other party with one hand!

Yang Xiu felt his shoulders pressing up against a mountain, and his bones were beating and whispering. His muscles were so painful that they were about to tear apart. But Yang Xiu's eyes were firm, and he held his breath in his heart and held his back straight and did not fall down. His legs were shaking several times and he had to bend and kneel down. But he never fell down. The stone slab under Yang Xiu's feet could not withstand this pressure, and it was broken in "crackling" pieces, and the cracks like spider web spread more than one foot away to the surroundings, which was shocking.

"I'm not surrendering and begging for mercy. Maybe I can leave you a complete body!" The old man in black crushed Yang Xiu's cultivation level, and was unstoppable. He was just deliberately teasing, looking down at Yang Xiu and said contemptuously.

"Seniors show mercy. Teacher Yang is my master's guest. It's hard for me to explain to me and the master if I hurt him."

Monk Jingyuan recited the Buddha's name low and his voice came from afar. The old man in black from the Ziyun Python clan hesitated for a moment, but after looking at the scroll above Yang Xiu's head, a greedy look flashed in his eyes and did not stop. How could a young cultivator with a body tempering possess a magic weapon? What's more, this person might have treasures like a Sumeru bag on his body, and this time he happened to take them down and take them for himself!

Seeing this, Monk Jingyuan sneered, lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name without making a sound. Yang Xiu's face was pale, but after a few breaths, his whole body was already penetrated by sweat, but the more severe the other party pressed, the stronger the anger and indomitable intention in Yang Xiu's chest.

"I'll take your grandma!"

Yang Xiu's mouth, gritting his teeth, was covered with red blood. He roared angrily and squeezed out the last trace of spiritual power from his body. His right palm opened and closed, and a green light shot straight into the palm of the old man in black.

The old man in black looked disdainful and let the green light shoot at him without moving. If he was injured by a cultivator in the body tempering stage, wouldn't it be a huge joke? But the next scene surprised everyone. The seemingly faint green light penetrated the palm of the old man in black, leaving a blood hole as thick as a thumb in the center of his palm! The flying blood mist was particularly conspicuous in the white light.

The old man in black felt a pain and found a slight slowdown in his hand. Yang Xiu was waiting for this opportunity. He quickly removed the scroll and pulled away. After leaving the large hand range of the old man in black, he could no longer hold on. He sat on the ground and "huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Everyone was shocked. The old man in black was a cultivator in Qihai Stage. He was actually penetrated by an unknown body-tempering junior? What kind of powerful magic weapon is that?

The old man in black had a white light lingering on his hands, and the wound quickly stopped bleeding and slowly healed. However, the old man in black was very angry at this time, with a fierce light in his eyes, and he laughed in anger: "Okay! OK! I have been practicing in Qincheng for more than 200 years, but I was actually injured by an unknown junior. Qincheng has strict laws, and those who are following the offenders will be punished immediately!"

After saying that, the old man in black actually spit out a green flying sword from his mouth, trying to cut Yang Xiu under the sword!

"Bah! You Ziyun Python clan members bully me first, you are the immortal, rob me of my magic weapon later. Should I be left alone to abide by the laws of Qincheng?"

Yang Xiu spit out a mouthful of blood and said viciously: "I want to seek justice from the eldest son. Your clan members are harming people's lives indiscriminately. They also said that human cultivators are lowly races. Is this also in the laws of Qincheng?"

"Ignorance, what are you? Killing you a hundred times will not be able to live with our clan's life! Do you still expect Qincheng's laws to save you?" The old man in black said coldly, with a very obvious tone. Yang Xiu's name is not worth a lot of money, and he will die if he dies. The rules in Qincheng are not for an unknown person like Yang Xiu.

The old man in black looked fierce and sneered, looking at Yang Xiu up and down, as if he was thinking about where to cut first. At this moment, a somewhat sarcastic voice suddenly came from the depths of the top of the Lingshan Mountain: "Which idiot said that the life of the old guest is worthless?"

Hearing this voice, the old man in black changed his expression. With hesitation, the flying sword in the air did not shoot at Yang Xiu in the end. Monk Jingyuan and Yang Xiu looked happy and said that the savior was finally here.

The old man, who was sloppy, rode a green cow and walked away. After careful observation, the vivid green cow turned out to be a puppet beast. His movements and expressions were exactly the same as the real green cow. The exquisite production was amazing. Yang Xiu sat in meditation on the spot to heal his wounds. When he saw the green cow, he felt admiration at the first glance: the method of making puppets alone was hard to match, and this was the work of a real master.

"The Qin Emperor had long stated that the matter in Baipo Valley had nothing to do with the monks in Qin City, they were going to break into the stone mountain,"

While digging his ears with his hands, the old man said lazily: "Is the Ziyun Python clan dissatisfied with the city lord of Qincheng and want to become his own leader?"

The old man in black trembled slightly when he heard this. He stared at Yang Xiu unwillingly, turned around and said politely: "How dare I, I, follow the city lord's orders."

"Then bring you, the unscrupulous descendants, hurry back. It's not embarrassing to beat one of them so miserable!" The old man looked despised and waved his hand to the old man in black and said impatiently. The old man in black looked so dark that he was as dark as the bottom of the pot. He gritted his teeth and said nothing, waved his hand and rolled up the backs of four dead fish, and rose up and disappeared into the clouds in a blink of an eye.

"Isn't dead yet?" The old man rode on the green bull and came to Yang Xiu with a chuckle.

After Yang Xiu finished adjusting his breath, he felt that there was no place on his body that was not hurt. When he heard the old man still had the intention to tease, he gave the other party a angrily blank look. The Qihai Cultivator was boundless and everyone had the power to defy the heavens. If it weren't for the old man in black who was willing to tease Yang Xiu, and with the Mountain and River Map blocking most of the pressure, Yang Xiu would have been flattened by the other party with one hand.

"Have you improved your level again~"

The old man raised his hand and sucked the black mace on the ground into his hand, and praised him after watching it: "You can use the puppet technique of the mechanism to control the size of the object. Although it is still unfamiliar, it looks decent."

The old man's voice was loud and loud, and every word spread far from the top of Lingshan Mountain. People hiding in the dark peeked out suddenly realized that it was the art of puppet mechanisms. This science was profound and unpredictable, and few people were dabbled in it. However, the old man was a master in this field. Several people came to visit him with tokens, which should be correct.

Yang Xiu threw a grateful look at the old man, knowing that the other party was helping him. He explained to his face that this was a mechanism technique, so that everyone would mistakenly think that Yang Xiu had a Sumeru bag on his body. Not everyone has this thing. It was really hot to carry a body-tempering monk on his body.
Chapter completed!