"What sound?"

Wang Gan from the swimming pool was shocked, "Are you a tiger roar just now?"

Chu Qianxun's ears roared. The two roars just now, and the conversation did not reach the swimming pool, but the tiger roar in his chest echoed.

"The people from Maoshan are here." Chu Qianxun walked out of the swimming pool and looked back at Qin Kun, "Don't you go and have a look?"

Qin Kun rubbed his temples that were suddenly swollen and painful, and shook his head: "Go and have a look."

...

In the front yard of Qingzhu Villa, Xu Facheng of Maoshan rolled up his sleeves, and the copper coins in the sleeves were like threads, flying out and wrapped around his arms, like arm guards.

"Copper-skinned iron fist? There are so many Taoist priests who can do it." Nie Yuxuan looked at the scene in surprise and murmured to himself.

Li Chong was fighting with Xu Facheng. Not far away, Nie Yuxuan was holding a wine pot and watching the fierce battle drunk, frowning deeper and deeper: "Has the little bug been lazy in his homework? He was led away by someone, how can he fight?"

Next to it is a beautiful man with peach blossom eyes. The weather is hot, he is wearing a long suit, holding a female disciple in his hand, chatting and laughing.

"Senior brother, that's the 'Maoshan Tracing Technique'. The little bug was pulled by the opponent in one move. I didn't know that the longer the fight, the more flaws they leaked. If you don't realize it, you can't win."

Taohuayan shook her head helplessly, hugged the beauty and entered the house.

On the field, Li Chong fought more and more, the Taoist priest became more and more evil. He was not old but his skills were not inferior to those of the warriors who had been immersed in for many years. He also had tricks.

Unconsciously, Li Chong was deceived by the other party with a fake move. Then, the Taoist priest stretched out two fingers and pinched Li Chong's lower ribs.

"You lost." Xu Facheng said as if he was declared.

With two fingers, Li Chong's strength had just gathered was pinched and could no longer resist because of the pain.

"Damn it!!" Li Chong gave up resisting and cursed.

"Chengrang." Xu Facheng let go and won easily in this game.

In the room, the three Nanzong seats walked out together.

"The Maoshan high-level horseman is here, and the clouds are shining."

Since ancient times, Maoshan has been regarded as the ancestral home of ghost hunters.

The Thirty-Six Heavenly Books and Thirty-Six Magics have always been the holy text of life and death.

For thousands of years, whether it is the loss of the magical arts in the foreign lands or the inheritance of the ghost hunter, Maoshan is still Maoshan.

This respect is irreplaceable.

Xu Facheng raised his hand: "Wuliang Tianzun, I have heard of the three seniors of the Southern School, the Iron-clothed Tiger, and the Five Art Demon Master, Taoism and the Xuanxuan. I am lucky to see it today."

Whether it was Chu Dao, Jing Sansheng or Yu Yuexian, the three of them were dressed in a regular manner, not as unconventional as the disciples they had seen before. Xu Facheng looked at them, owed his body, and gave his junior gifts.

He just defeated Li Chong with Kuihu Taoism, which made Jing Sansheng look very bad.

"Where is the Taoist Dharma that is connected to the mysterious? It's just three old men? But, do you say that Kuihu Taoist is from Maoshan? The ancestor 6 Jiuhe originally passed on six volumes of heavenly books to me, Fuyu Mountain. This inheritance has always been the inheritance of Fuyu Mountain."

Xu Facheng smiled and looked at Jing Sansheng, who was tall and tall: "This is the senior of Tiger Jing in Iron-clothed? The 6th Master of the Heavenly Master 6, Jiuhe 6, is also my disciple of Maoshan. Kuihu Taoism is the secret teaching of Maoshan Dragon and Tiger Hall. I said this is my Taoist technique in Maoshan, so what's wrong?"

Jing Sansheng was speechless. Kuihu Taoist originated in Maoshan. If we really traced it back, the other party would have all the truth. Apart from being dissatisfied, what else can I say?

At the same time, Jing Sansheng was shocked.

According to legend, there were countless disciples of the 36th church in Maoshan at that time. The Eight Kings of the Western Jin Dynasty took advantage of the situation. Strange people and strange people entered the world to help others compete for dragons. In the end, they were accidentally destroyed by the military disaster of the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China. After Maoshan was destroyed, six volumes of heavenly books were passed to Fuyu Mountain. There has never been a Maoshan disciple who has ever used it for thousands of years.

Why can this Xu Facheng use the Taoist technique of "Fighting the Characters"?

Qin Kun, Wang Gan, and Chu Qianxun walked to the front yard and saw Xu Facheng and Chu Dao and the others together.

This is a simple Taoist priest, his eyes are tired and old-fashioned.

Xu Facheng turned his head and happened to meet Qin Kun's eyes.

At this moment, Xu Facheng was a little curious.

"Dare you ask about your name?"

What kind of honor and name... Have you watched too many costume dramas...

Qin Kun's temples were a little swollen and painful. He wanted to come out to see what the Maoshan disciple looked like, but who knew that the other party saw him at a glance.

"Qin Kun."

"Xu Facheng."

Qin Kun never thought that the chat between the two people would sometimes be so cold.

After the two of them reported their names, the surroundings of the villa were silent.

Qin Kun didn't know the other party asked him about Mao, and he wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere. Old Xian Chu happened to say: "Young friend Xu came from afar, can you take a break first? There are a lot of food here, so please take it as you like."

Qin Kun swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Xu Facheng's eyes also retracted from Qin Kun and owed Chu Dao: "I just happened to be hungry, thank you for the Nanzong's hospitality."

...

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Qin Kun was lying on the big bed and tossing and turning.

I don’t know what happened today, but my temples hurt so much that I couldn’t stand it. I jumped a lot, as if my soul was about to explode.

Tomorrow night is the time when the three levels of ghosts are officially opened.

And Qin Kun lost insomnia.

"Master, what's wrong?" The skinned ghost asked when he saw Qin Kun with a bowl of melon seeds.

This is a villa villa, where Qin Kun, Wang Gan, Li Chong, Nie Yuxuan, Taohuayan, and Xu Facheng live in the villa.

In the house.

Niu Meng was playing with computers, while the wedding ghost was dressing up in the bronze mirror: "Master probably misses a woman."

Qin Kun looked at the group of ghost messengers in anger: "The villa is full of ghost hunters. You just jump around in the middle of the night, be careful of being killed."

The wedding dress ghost giggled: "So, I can't come out of the mirror, and no one can feel my ghostly aura."

The skinned ghost said: "Our human skin can cover the yin energy now, so I'm not afraid."

Niu Meng was stunned, as if he had no way to stop the ghost energy.

But thinking about the fact that I was a genuine ghost from Fengdu, I felt a little more at ease and continued to browse the web page.

At the end of Qin Kun's bed, the monk Shui sat cross-legged there.

The 29th-level monk, the water is about to be promoted to an evil ghost, shining with Buddha light, and like a monk, he has no excitement in his ghost spirit.

"Amitabha, master, monk has a saying that you don't know whether to say it or not."

"Then stop talking."

Shui Monk: “…”

Monk Shui: "Monk must speak!"

Qin Kun's ghost man, the skinned ghost, likes to chat the most, but he wins with a wink. Monk Shui is a chattering chatter, and he can't even vomit some words in his stomach.

This also has to do with him staying in the water for 30 years and never speaking.

"If you want to say it, say it..." Qin Kun said.

Monk Shui said, "Master, you are not in good spirits today."

Qin Kun was stunned and said it to the point.

His mental state is not just wrong, it is simply too wrong! Since Xu Facheng came, Qin Kun's head has been hurting.

If it hadn't been for Ge Zhan to secretly see him, Qin Kun would have thought he had hit something strange again after knowing that he had nothing to do.

"What do you know the reason?" Qin Kun said curiously.

Sometimes the magical powers that ghosts have are indeed a bit evil. The water monk has been in Zhenjiang for 30 years and has the light of destiny. Qin Kun thought about it. Does he know why?

Monk Shui smiled mysteriously: "This is a sign of Suhui. Master, you are about to awaken..."

"fart!"

Qin Kun kicked Monk Shui with one kick.

With a "bang" sound, Monk Shui was kicked to the wall and suddenly the ghost body collapsed.

In the room, the bowl from the skinning ghost's hand fell to the ground: "Brother Kun, you kicked the monk to death!!"

Qin Kun sat up suddenly, and the monk Shui was dying. He hurriedly exchanged a bowl of Yin soup for him to take.

"Ashui, is it okay?"

After drinking Yin Tang, Monk Shui suddenly burst into tears: "Brother Kun, why are you so cruel? I almost thought I was going to pass away... I was so scared..."

There was a black thread on Qin Kun's forehead. Damn, I really didn't use any force just now...
Chapter completed!