Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 500 The Golden Fist

Hearing what the proprietress said, Jiang Yun's aura in his body was retrograde, and he almost went mad.

Good guy, on the surface, the ghost market uses venue codes, but the deception behind it is still the same old way, and they are asking for a child with a lot of money.

Today, whenever the proprietress mentions a P2P plan, Jiang Yun will open the door and invite her in for a chat.

But this husband is no good, asking for a child with a lot of money, it is clear that he is cheating a fool, maybe he is still playing fairy dance.

If this opens the door, it will be an insult to the national anti-fraud app.

Jiang Yun replied in a cold tone: "The lay lady at the door, Pindao has already downloaded the anti-fraud app."

"Your rhetoric is outdated, and deception needs to be improved with each passing day. You should leave now."

The proprietress looked at the tulle dress on her body, feeling that it was not revealing enough, and then pulled it down again.

She still persisted and said: "What did the Taoist priest say? I can't understand it. Even if we keep pace with the times, we have to talk about it later!"

"Xiao Daoist, you go to see the concubine, I don't believe you are indifferent?"

She is [-]% sure of her beauty, as long as the door is opened, there will be no man she can't take down.

Jiang Yun didn't know at all that the proprietress at the door was only greedy for his Double Ninth body.

He thought it was a stalker, and his tone became even colder: "Lady at the door, please leave now, otherwise Pindao will call the police!"

"No, this is a ghost city. There is no police. Be careful and report to the ghost city officials."

The proprietress was unmoved, and continued to knock on the door persistently.

What ghost market official, among those shareholders including Xiong Er, which one is not his concubine?

To report to an official, what kind of official to report to, in Chunxiang kiln, as long as you don't kill people, then you are the king, and you can do whatever you want.

Jiang Yun was unmoved, and was still practicing on his own.

After jumping out of bed, he circulated the spiritual power in his body and meditated on the law.

The gas sinks into Dantian.

Qitong is the governor.

In the palm of your hand.

……

Jinguang Xianxing.

Follow me!

Then, a fist swung out in front of him.

A golden fist the size of a millstone punched out the door with an irresistible momentum.

The proprietress who had been staying at the door of Jiang Yun's room was caught off guard and was sent flying more than ten meters away by the punch on the spot.

A big hole was blasted out of her abdomen, and green juice kept oozing out, exuding a unique smell of locust tree.

"If you don't agree, you don't agree. You don't want to hit people with your fists, do you?"

"A dewy love affair, my lady's beauty and skills, you are not at a disadvantage as a little Taoist priest, why are you so hearty?" The proprietress felt the aura scattered in her body, and muttered to herself in bewilderment.

When she was a young sapling, she knew the importance of hugging her thighs well. As for chastity, who would expect a tree to consider it.

So after the locust tree refined into a human form, it used its own body as a weight to maintain a good physical cooperation relationship with the surrounding monsters.

For hundreds of years, the various monsters have changed their crops one after another, but the locust tree spirit has stood firm in the ghost city and established the foundation of Chunxiang Kiln.

Today, she not only took a fancy to Jiang Yun's pure yang body, but also took a fancy to Jiang Yun's development potential, so she thought about giving it away for nothing and investing in it.

Unexpectedly, the little Taoist in the room didn't play cards according to the routine. If you don't agree, you don't agree. Why do you just kill him?
After the evil energy in the proprietress's body was lost to a critical point, she was unable to maintain her human form, and finally turned into a towering locust tree.

After Jiang Yun punched this punch, he entered the state of enlightenment.

He closed his eyes tightly, stood on the spot, let himself go completely, and began to fight with both fists.

Shuashuashua, big golden fists kept flying around in the Chunxiang kiln, and the female ghost in the kiln was miserable and screamed again and again.

Even some of the guests staying at the hotel were affected by the golden fist, and many of them were beaten to death on the spot.

Xiong Er looked at the female ghost lying on his body, who was massaging hard, was suddenly taken away by the golden fist, and disappeared directly from the world.

The cold sweat on his back broke out after a brush, and then he cursed: "That ignorant thing offended Mr. Chisong?"

"Too ruthless, he is planning to demolish the whole kiln!"

The entire ghost market, Chunxiang Kiln, instantly turned into a large disco scene.

The golden fists centered on the kiln, hitting out randomly, like setting off fireworks.

All the demons and ghosts that were hit by the fist were physically manipulated on the spot and evaporated.

Even if he was rubbed to the side, he still lacked arms and legs. One unlucky guy had his head blown off on the spot and became a headless ghost.

He ran around all over the ghost city to scare people, and when he caught a ghost, he asked excitedly, "Where is my head?"

None of the female ghosts from Chunxiang Kiln survived Jiang Yun's combined punches, and all of them were taken away by the frontal blast.

It wasn't until long after the punch was over that Jiang Yun went to bed to rest, and the trembling ghost city returned to life.

Xiong Ergui, who was lying under the bed, poked his head out. He went out cautiously, and knocked on the door of Mr. Chisong next door.

In his opinion, the fist of that level just now, the entire ghost market, can only be used by Chisong Daochang.

So, I ran over to plead guilty immediately.

"Brother, senior brother, the female ghosts of Chunxiang Kiln are ignorant and make you angry. Don't be as knowledgeable as them."

"Today's massage account, put it under my account, please let me calm down." Xiong Er stood outside the door, sincerely apologizing.

The passengers staying in the Chunxiang Kiln were terrified by the scene just now, and all ran out, wanting to escape.

But the gate was sealed by the proprietress with a formation, so people blocked the gate.

Chisong Daochang was in his own room, and he was also at a loss.

He has been traveling outside for the past few months, and originally wanted to go back to the ghost market to find someone to massage and relax.

Unexpectedly, lying on the bed, just after a massage, Jin Jin's big fists flew around the room.

Before the poor female ghost could react, she was beaten to death on the spot. The murderer's method was very cruel.

Could it be that some bald donkey with no eyesight came to the ghost market to make trouble?

Thinking of this, Daoist Chisong snorted coldly, put on his Taoist robe and went out: "This matter has nothing to do with this deity, that fist came from other places."

"Where did you hit the fist, who did it, come out to the old man quickly!"

When Xiong Er heard that it wasn't Chisong Daoist's hand, his heart immediately began to bleed.

This Chunxiang kiln is a pillar business in the ghost market, and all the female ghosts in the kiln were killed or injured, which is not a small loss.

It is really difficult to cultivate a female ghost who is well versed in sustainability and fishing. I, the ghost market, remember this hatred!
Jiang Yun had already gone to bed with Xiao Bai in his arms after practicing boxing.

Hearing the movement outside the house, he also got up and went out to check, found Master, and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

"My boy, it's good that you're fine. Just now a bald donkey attacked Chunxiang Kiln with golden fists, killing dozens of female ghosts."

"The cruelty of this person's methods is unimaginable and disgusting. I swear to find justice for these female ghosts." Master Chisong said through gritted teeth.

Jiang Yun froze for a moment, this golden fist, why does it sound so familiar?
(End of this chapter)