The Yiquanju Restaurant has been overturned, and in the minds of Blood Phoenix, Mr. Guan and others, Yang Zhao is the flower-picking thief who has been tracking thousands of miles away. It seems to have become conclusive because Danmei's identity as the "Yingui Sect Demon Girl" is exposed. But for the little prince himself, he still has no idea about all this at this moment. This is not only because he has left Jianwei County, but also because his full spirit has been placed on the Shennong Temple in front of him.

Shennong tasted the taste of hundreds of herbs, and encountered seventy poisons in one day, and had great merits of growing up and curing all diseases. He left his love all over the world. Therefore, it is not only respected by the Han children, but even the people of the southern barbarians are grateful for their kindness and sacrifices. Although this Jianwei County is located in a remote area, a Shennong Temple has also been built. This temple is located in the suburbs outside the city. Although it is not large in size and only has two in front and back, the incense is quite prosperous. However, because it is always outside the city, it is always not safe enough. So after dark, the temple will close the gate and return to the city to spend the night.

So at this time, by reason, there should be no one in the Shennong Temple. However, the truth and reality often cannot be fully consistent. Yang Zhao had already seen a little red light hanging under the eaves of the temple. Although the light was not very bright, it seemed particularly dazzling in the dark night.

Lights are used for lighting. Without people, there is no need for lights. In other words, as long as there are lights, there is someone.

Yang Zhao stopped and stared at him from afar, and his doubts were unsolvable. He had not thought carefully before just now, thinking that someone wanted to see him. But the more he thought about this, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. The arrangement and arrangement in front of him, and the way he delivered the note to his hands before, all of them were strange from the inside out. Although he had never really met that person until now, according to his past impression, that person, as a peerless hero, should have been so brave that he would never despise himself so secretly and do such a petty ghost trick. But if it were not that person, then why was the other party writing this paper and giving it his own?

It is meaningless to think too much, and the action is the most practical. Yang Zhao thrust his back slightly, feeling the pulsation from the Yin and Yang order in the wooden box, and then slapped the soft sword around his waist, secretly guarded, and walked forward. Without two steps, suddenly, a dazzling silver snake broke through the dark clouds and illuminated the sky and the earth. Then, a loud "bang~" sounded, and the thunder exploded, deafening. After the thunder, drizzled dripping dripping began to sprinkle on the night. Yang Zhao frowned, but it was not because of the thunder and rain, but because he suddenly heard some sounds.

It is a sound that is mixed with crying, laughing, panting, moaning, pain and happiness full of evil and leaks. Even the calmest person can't help but have blood rushing when he hears it. And no matter who he has heard it once, he will never forget it. And whoever he makes such a sound at what time, as long as an experienced adult, he will know it very well. Although Yang Zhao is still young, he is already an adult and has had many related experiences. So he immediately knew everything. However, why do people make such sounds in this current occasion?

Yang Zhao didn't guess anymore. He just rushed over immediately and kicked the door open. In an instant, a sweet and sweet fragrance that would make people ecstatic after smelling it immediately floated out of the temple. However, this temple, which should have been sacred and solemn, has now become a hell on earth! As we see, a man with half-black and half-white skin on his face was grinning and riding on a messy woman, holding her hands and feet, and kneading and exploring beautifully everywhere in the flawless jade body, and doing everything. The smoke filled his mouth and kept spraying at the woman. The woman struggled desperately, moaning, crying, and desperately trying to stop the miserable fate from coming on her. But all her efforts were just like a scoundrel, and it was useless at all.

The little prince's heart sank, but his anger immediately rushed to his head. In any case, when this beast actually made such a despicable and despicable hook in front of him, how could he just watch and remain indifferent? Without thinking, he shouted in a deep voice: "Flower-picking thief, stop!" His body spread like an arrow, and golden light flashed in the palm of his palm, and a thunderclap was slapped in front of him. Chen Xiong's palm slashed like a knife, stirring up the sound of wind and thunder.

The thief with Yin-Yang Face raised his head in horror, screamed and pulled back and jumped up, then flew out, and kicked the woman at the little prince like a ball. Yang Zhao was even more angry and shouted: "Don't want to escape by such a despicable means." The palm of his left hand was filled with golden light. "Xun Fengyou" swung, and he had already pushed the woman aside and gently placed it on the ground. The power of his right hand was still following the shadow, chasing closely at the monster of Yin-Yang Face. However, he had a breath of breath, and the monster of Yin-Yang Face could condense his skills and use a sharp counterattack. In the lightning, his palms suddenly turned pale like lime, without dodging, and fought with the little prince hard.

The two violent and violent forces rushed and collided with each other, and immediately produced a powerful counter-shock. The strange man screamed in a scream of "Ah~" and was shocked so hard that he staggered backward for seven or eight steps. He finally stabilized his steps. Although the little prince stood firmly like a mountain, he felt a blazing fire in his skin and burning his muscles and drilled straight into his palms, and his momentum was extremely fierce and violent. When he looked down, he saw a gray and white line jumping upwards quickly along his arm meridians. He immediately realized it and shouted: "You are the patriarch of the Five Poisons Clan. The old monster of Yin and Yang!"

The strange man laughed strangely and said, "Young man should be more respectful to your words. Our family is your ancestor. Hehe, you have less than half a stick of incense left in your life. If you want to survive, kneel down and kowtow."

Yang Zhaoleng laughed: "The frog at the well is even more ignorant." He waved his arm at will, and the extremely pure Qianyang true energy had already driven away the poisonous substance in the palm of his palm. Through the hard fight just now, he had already figured out the background of the old Yin-Yang monster. In terms of internal strength cultivation alone, this old monster was at most slightly better than the Tang Sect's bronze-level killing envoy, and was comparable to Li Jing. However, with the strange Yin-Yang poison, he could greatly urge his cultivation to a greater extent than the silver-level killing envoy. Moreover, this old monster can release poison in every move. If he replaces ordinary masters, he will definitely be unable to defend himself. Even if his cultivation is higher than that of the old Yin-Yang monster, he will definitely end up with regret. However...

How could the little prince be compared to the so-called master in the general sense?

He took out the centipede dart from his arms and threw it on the ground. He asked in a deep voice: "You sent this thing to someone, right? What's your intention?"

The old monster Yin and Yang laughed sharply and shouted, "Do you want to know? Get out of hell and ask King Yama." He suddenly moved like a rabbit, and he jumped forward. A pair of Fiery Sun poisonous fists attacked with all their strength, and banged the little prince in his chest.

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Chapter completed!