Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 52 52.

  Fengshan foothills, with an eagle chirp, a huge black feather strange bird fell from the sky in the wind.

  The bird's wings are nearly four meters long, and it flies like a black cloud, blocking the sky, casting shadows, and rushing like speed, just like the speed of sound.

  The black feather roots stand up, and the tail feathers are colored fiery red, shining with a metallic luster in the sun.

  At first glance, it is not an ordinary beast.

  After it fell into the clouds, I saw that there was a saddle-like decoration on the back of the giant eagle, with a person sitting on it.

  Wearing a black robe, holding wishful thinking, with long gray hair and no wind, he closed his eyes and lowered his eyes, holding a pair of iron and wood sculptures, looking at the bones of the fairy wind, although he did not speak, he felt awe-inspiring.

  Frankie!

  This looks like a monk’s arrival. Unlike the rookies who raided Fengshan a few days ago, the one in front of you, just by looking at his appearance, knows that he is an accomplished person.

  Behind his black robe, three elven birds were stitched with subtle techniques. This emblem is a bit strange, but it is quite well-known in Fengmingguo's practice circle.

  This is the symbol of Sanque Mountain, a place of practice.

  Although it is also a small school.

But to tell the truth, in this Fengming country, except that Moshuang Mountain is ranked in the 33rd sect of the Immortal League, it is considered to be in the mainstream. If you continue to count down various places of cultivation, Sanque Mountain is also ranked top. .

  Said it is a local snake in a remote country, and there is no big problem.

  The monks of Sanqueshan can earn a small amount of noodles wherever they go, but this arrangement is not just because Sanqueshan has a set of magical inheritance that can be practiced to the gods.

  More, it is because the head of Sanque Mountain, Brother Matishuma, is a rare Danxiu.

  Looking at the entire Fengming Kingdom, when it comes to the technique of refining pills, no one is better than him except Moshuang Mountain.

  Sanque Mountain is therefore one of the few wealthy people in the small sect. Relying on the alchemy of Sanquezi, it is enough to provide the cultivation of dozens of people under his family.

  Furthermore, the realm of Brother Matti Shuma has reached the realm, and on Fengmingguo, he is already a real master.

  It is said that this human race has a path of cultivation, from a mortal to the realm of Qi training, which is a hurdle.

  It is another hurdle from practicing Qi cultivation to Cunzhen.

  Cultivating in the six realms, only the first two realms have persuaded 10% of the monks to retreat.

  Of course, even if you just cultivate into the Qi realm, you can temper your body and soul with aura, make your body strong, invade all diseases, and prolong your life.

  It’s not a problem to live thirty or forty years longer than ordinary people.

  If it weren’t for this kind of benefits, who would come to practice spiritually and sleeplessly?

In short, today this little Fengshan Mountain has ushered in the biggest scene it can carry since its existence. When the black feather beast fell, more than a dozen awe-inspiring monks who had been waiting at the mountain pass also went up one after another. See you before.

  The identities of these people are also unusual.

  Everyone is a monk, and they are not young monks who are new to Qi training. A few of them are full of aura and have frequent visions while walking. Obviously, they have set foot on the peak of Qi training.

  Only one step away, you can be promoted to the master of the real world.

  These ten people gathered here, all with magical treasures in their bodies. If you start a fire, use the magical technique in your hands, and attack with all your strength, within two days, you can destroy a county.

   "You guys, can you find out more clearly? Where did the gangster who detained me and other disciples come from?"

  The head of Sanqueshan is holding the shelf, his tone is soothing, his eyes are still half-closed and half-open, and he has a senior temperament, but the people around him don't take it seriously.

  Everyone is a monk, and none of them come from a famous school. Natural strength comes first. This group of people gather here, and it is natural to be headed by the head of Sanque Mountain.

  Listening to his question, someone immediately answered:

  "This Xiu has used the Distraction Curse to search Fengshan for a week, and there is no monk among them. It should be a group of ordinary people, but I don't know how to use it to detain us and other disciples.

  But little mortals, who can use secret techniques to insult the disciples who are not good at learning skills, they certainly can’t resist our joint efforts. There are three queszi fellows sitting here, and they are sure to be safe.

  It's better to rush into the mountain now, grab them, and ask them clearly! "

   "Xiongtai's words are very different."

  Someone immediately stopped and said:

  "This time I came to ask for a spiritual stone. Although the students sent by everyone were new to practicing, they were definitely not powerless to protect themselves.

  Ben Xiu gave my disciple’s body protector.

  It stands to reason that even if something really happened, he could send out a request for help, but he was so easily detained, and there was no news for two or three days. This group of gangsters must have some means.

  Don’t be reckless. "

   "Goodness."

  Monk Sanque heard this and immediately nodded and said:

   "There was something wrong with the Fengshan incident. Ben Xiu came over, went to Fengyang County Town, and asked some people. Behind this incident, there was the shadow of Ruyifang fueling the flames.

   Several of our disciples are innocent and stupid. They don’t notice them for a while and are used by others. But let’s leave this aside. Now the most important thing is to rescue the disciples first.

   is to save people.

   can't drive into the mountain so brutally, so as not to be told that we insult mortals.

  All fellow daoists, let’s follow the original cultivator. Let’s go out and find the ‘bandits’ mentioned by Ruyifang and ask for an explanation. "

  When he said this, other monks naturally did not object.

   Then followed the head of the three birds into the mountain, the masters had strange animals on their way, naturally majestic and majestic, and other monks also showed their magic.

  Some use talisman paper to call out a yellow turban warrior, and two mighty golden men are walking like wind.

  Others also call out horned deer, cranes and other spirit beasts, carrying themselves to the mountains, and walking against the wind, or shaping the auspicious cloud support body with spells.

  Others simply squeeze the law, the whole person melts into the ground like a pangolin, no cracks are seen, using the soil to escape, all the way to the mountains.

  In short, the eight immortals cross the sea, each showing their magical powers, and they don't want to lose face in front of their peers.

  The movement of these people is very fast.

  Within a few breaths, I came to Fengshan Street. This was when the miners were working. The whole Fengshan Street was slightly cold, and only some women, girls and children were active in the village.

   Seeing the black eagle fall like a black cloud, the children were scared to stand still.

   was pulled back into the house again by their mother with a look of horror. The immortal monk arrived, intending to make sense, but made a noise like a quiet street tiger.

  This makes the head of Sanqueshan a little embarrassed.

  Others also maintain the appearance of fairy tales on the surface, but in their hearts they say that the villagers are stupid and have never seen the world.

  In the past, they appeared in Fengyang County City, but there were mortals everywhere to praise them, and to pray for immortality. That scene can show the noble monks.

  But you don’t have to be familiar with the villagers in this remote area.

  If it wasn't for the disciple's accident, the cultivators would not have any intersection with Fengshan in their entire lives.

  The cultivators use divine minds to find people and trace that is the basic skill, and there is no need to do more words. After a few breaths, they come to the door of the Huangjiazhai.

  The three birds remained calm, but among the monks were grumpy, worried about their own disciples, they were not polite, and when they waved their sleeves, their aura turned into a fist and blasted at the gate of the house.

  "哐"

  A loud noise.

  The door made of mahogany was directly broken open, like a bomb exploded, and the dust of wood chips flew away.

   "Hoo! Bold mortal, disrespectful monk, dare to detain my disciple, not so fast."

  The man roared and rushed into the courtyard, trying to show off his prestige to deter rude mortals.

  He appeared handsome, and the whole body was in a turbulent manner.

  Blow the dust away and turn it into a monster alien, roaring and flying.

  However, the second half of the sentence was choked in the throat before he finished the sentence. The second half of the handsome appearance also froze in place and made a chuckle like a chicken.

  The performance of the other monks who stepped into the house with him was not much better.

  Some timid, already shaking.

  In front of them, under a peach tree in the center of the Huang Family's courtyard, Jiang Xia swayed like sitting on the Grand Master's chair, still holding a pot of tea in her hand.

  The expression on his face was weird, like watching a monkey show, watching the monks rushing aggressively.

  This rude mortal is not the point.

  The point is that on his left shoulder, he is sitting like a little gargoyle, with wings on his back, pointed-mouthed monkey gills, and a bald stone head with a few flowers and plants stuck in it.

  The cargo is wrapped in weird bullet chains, and the waist is fixed by a gun bag.

   is carrying a small steel fork behind her back, with a halo flowing, it should be a magic weapon.

  At this time, the mountain monster has big red eyes, holding a weird thing in his claws, he can press hard, and he is grinning, as if he is excited.

  The slender tail flicked back and forth on Jiang Xia's shoulder, unaffected by foreign objects.

  A red peach charm hangs on the conspicuous part of the neck to write the text.

this is

  Monitoring mountain monster of Taofuyuan!

  The atmosphere in the courtyard became awkward at this moment.

  Several monks stood there, not daring to make the slightest move, a gust of wind blew through the courtyard, the blowing peach trees swayed endlessly, and a few peach blossoms fell, sprinkling them on Jiang Xia's cyan gown.

  A dead silence.

   The head of the three birds outside the door responded quickly. The moment the gate of the house was broken, his face changed slightly, which would flash into the courtyard quickly.

   didn’t put on the prettiest of the senior, with his hands staggered in front of him, a standard, antique etiquette was used, and he said in a warm voice:

   "At the head of Sanque Mountain, Fengming, the monk of the real world, Matishu, meet with Master Supervisor."

"Well?"

  Pomegranate pressed the pause button, rubbed her eyes, and raised her head.

   didn’t even look at those monks in the refinement realm. It tilted its head, blinked its little red eyes, stretched the tone, and said to the three ques:

   "This monster has been waiting for you here for three days, but you are slow to come."

  "This monster asks you, how do your cultivators manage your disciples?

  Let them be deceived by treacherous people, as monks, in front of the strangers, ignoring the dogma of the immortal alliance, intervening in mundane disputes, practicing Taoism, insulting mortals, and hurting the innocent!

  There are no fairy league rules in his eyes, and he is acting nonchalantly based on his identity. It is like a territorial tyrant, each arrogant, what a monk should be!

  Er, etc., as teachers, teach no way, what should be the crime! "

  (End of this chapter)