The fisherman didn't seem to see the fierce palm that was slapping.

Before the Chi Luohan's palm arrived, a scorching wave of air had already surged into his face. The raindrops turned into mist, making a sound, pulling out a trajectory.

But the fisherman still didn't move.

Lei Jingyun, the master of Thunderstorm Hall, one of the two major forces in the royal capital, waved his left hand and signaled to stop for the time being.

Under the hat is a delicate face and a pair of calm pupils.

The other fifteen people stopped obediently and followed this person's command.

The tricks of the donkey are in poverty.

This idiom says that when you first meet, you don’t know the depth of the other person, but if the other person makes moves, an expert will know if it is there once you take action.

The temptation of the Red Arhat is enough to make the fisherman show his depth.

These sixteen people are all masters, and they will reveal the depth of the next moment.

They can even judge their identities through the other party's skills.

There is a depth.

Identity is clear.

No matter how mysterious the enemy is, it is no longer mysterious.

When the mysterious outer veil is gone, it is just an enemy with a name and a position.

Then, you can deal with it.

Sharpening a knife will not delay chopping wood.

Lei Jingyun can wait for these few minutes.

Silent...

Silent...

Suddenly, a strange noise came from the air.

The autumn rain fell on the fisherman and turned completely into fog.

His hands that were exposed outside shook slightly and swung.

With his hand as the center, all the rain within half of the distance was shattered and turned into a thick white mist, a vast area, as if it was strange magic.

And there was a layer of pale flame floating on the surface of the palm, half an inch of flame, igniting a bear.

Chi Luohan looked at the palm, and his eyes showed a look of horror. His Adam's apple rolled, and his palm suddenly retracted, and he pulled the red jade Buddhist beads on his neck with his left hand.

The Buddhist bead threads broke, and they suddenly flew into the air.

Driven by Chi Luohan's left hand, he tore the sky and whistled and shot accurately at the fisherman, while he retreated with the power of recoil.

This technique is also famous. It is an exquisite hidden weapon technique from the nomadic peoples outside the pass, called Mingdi.

When used, you can accurately control a certain range of hidden weapons.

All hidden weapons are accurately shot towards the target pointed at by their fingers.

Whoosh swish swish!!

Dozens of red jade Buddhist beads break through the sky.

The Red Arhat stared at the distance.

Then he saw the magical palms turn left and right, and in an instant, all the red jade beads shot to stop.

The next moment.

These Buddhist beads are as if they are exerted with magical power.

He completely reflected back and chased towards the Chi Luohan.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The Chi Luohan shouted loudly, and his true energy spread all over his body in an instant. He clamped his palms together and his energy filled his body.

Bang bang bang.

All the red jade Buddhist beads burst.

But the Red Arhat's face also turned red.

He sighed and said, but he felt a terrifying thought.

because...

He suddenly realized that the fisherman used the technique was also whistle!!!

The power carried by Buddhist beads is actually the power you use, neither increasing nor decreasing, neither more nor less!!!

He was dumbfounded and looked at the fisherman who had stopped his hand again in Qiuyu, not knowing what to say.

A strange terrifying mood rose to my heart.

I use the Nine Yang True Body, and the other party also uses the Nine Yang True Body, but the other party’s strength is much stronger than me!

I used whistlebrating myself, and the other party also used whistlebrating me, and even used this technique with my hidden weapon!

Lei Jingyun waved his hand, and Chi Luohan hurried back to the team, his face full of horror and ashamed.

Although she is only one meter four in height, she is very majestic.

Lei Jingyun knew the goods and she sang: "Is it a master of the Daxueshan Tantra?"

The fisherman doesn't speak.

Just when he stands at the bridge, no one can get through.

depth?

It's bottomless.

Practice?

The same technique as the Red Arhat.

identity?

The most powerful person in the Snow Mountain Tantra?

Lei Jingyun sang: "Master, please give way today. In a few days, we will definitely offer a great gift. Although 100,000 taels of gold is too much, but 10,000 can be given. We can also ask the Master to borrow the Tao today."

She has regarded this fisherman as a tantra master.

After all, the Nine Yang True Body can be cultivated to such a high level with the technique of mingdi. Who is he who is not a master of Tantra?

The Chi Luohan was even more frightened. His brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about which senior in his sect was, and he secretly came to help Mr. Wang. Has he been discovered?

Should I go up and bow my head and call you uncle, or... uncle, master?

The fisherman pressed his hat and his voice was calm and gentle: "Why should I believe you can give me gold?"

Lei Jingyun hesitated for a moment and then directly opened the hat.

She was decisive in killing and today's affairs would be successful if she failed, so she was willing to do so.

Under the hat, a quiet and delicate face was revealed, with skin like porcelain, and a pair of eyes were quiet and calm forever.

It doesn't look like the leader of these sixteen people, but a quiet little girl next door.

She said lightly: "Thunderstorm Hall guarantees, please give me a face, and I will thank you very much afterwards.

Jingyun has always liked to make friends, but not multiple enemies.

No matter what kind of promise the master gets, Jingyun is willing to give it three times!"

The fisherman said, "No promise, but here, you cannot go here today."

"Is the master the emperor's man?" Lei Jingyun said directly.

The fisherman said: "No."

Lei Jingyun chased after him and continued to ask: "Is the master the prince or prince's person?"

The fisherman still said, "No."

Anyway, he has to delay time, so Lord Lei is willing to talk to him, and he is very happy.

Lei Jingyun asked several names in succession, all of which were powerful princes, ministers, and even generals.

But the fisherman's answers were all shaking his head.

Lei Jingyun had already asked about doubting life, and she asked: "Why did the master insist on blocking the road here?"

The fisherman chuckled, "I do."

Lei Jingyun raised his eyebrows with a delicate look, "Master, that's offending."

As he said that, Lei Jingyun raised his right hand and gestured an agreed gesture with his five fingers, bent his snow-white wrists.

Soon, six people came out of the fifteen people behind her.
To be continued...