Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 390, I've been waiting for a long time
In the dilapidated earthen house, the question of Siming scattered people made everyone silent for a long time.

The casual person waited for a long time, and opened his eyes that had been squinting.

The fisherman in Dongting was afraid that he would see his flaws, so he hurriedly said: "Master, I will wait for a group of people to go to Mount Hua, and watch some masters compete. There are too many people in the Jianghu there, and I don't know how many people are dressed as Toutuo. Pay attention to your apprentice."

Old Toutuo nodded and said: "Thank you a few benefactors, if you are free, you might as well ask me more.

The fisherman immediately agreed: "Don't worry, Master."

While nodding, he said in his heart, as soon as the sun rises, we will go south and never see each other again.

Siming Sanren said: "Thank you for the benefactors." After speaking, he narrowed his eyes again.

Seeing that the scattered people didn't become suspicious, several people were skeptical.

Song Yuhua was about to take a rest when he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye.Looking back, Master Ma sat up slowly, staring blankly at Siming Sanren.

Taoist nun Xixuan and the fisherman in Dongting also saw this scene, and their hearts sank.

Master Ma asked word by word: "Your apprentice is very fat, can he know a hidden weapon that can fly back by itself?"

Master Ma's words were like thunder, and the few people who were traveling with him were dizzy.

Siming Sanren slowly opened his eyes.

He stared at the questioner and nodded.

"If the benefactor is not mistaken, it is the swordsmanship passed down by my master. Have you seen him?"

"If it's that—it's—"

Master Ma couldn't finish his sentence and was stopped by several people.

While stopping Master Ma, they said to Siming Sanren: "Master, don't mind, two of her friends have passed away. I'm a little sad, I don't know how to vent my anger, please don't be angry."

"Hehe——this female benefactor is a straightforward person, better than you old and cunning guys. How long do you want to lie to me?"

Siming Sanren's tone gradually became colder, and the original peaceful eyes had long been replaced with cold ones.

Taoist Xixuan still had a trace of luck in her heart, and asked: "Master, what you said——"

Siming Sanren spoke in a blunt tone, and the meaning in his words made everyone terrified.

"It didn't take long for the poor monk to come in, and I found you guys were weird. If I didn't meet you guys by chance, it would be really hard to find. Now it seems that you are unlucky. Tell me, how did my apprentice How about it?"

"I haven't seen it before." Song Yuhua immediately denied it.

The casual people glanced at her.Said: "These injured people. I can see their injuries at a glance. It is a good thing done by my apprentice. Hey, I have advised him not to cause more troubles.

Let me ask you, have you ever seen two people who can use the same sword technique or hidden weapon? "

Sanren described the appearance of the two of them.If He Yuan was here, he would definitely be able to tell that what Sanren was talking about was Miss Gong's Mansion and the fortune teller.

It is true that Song Yuhua and others have never met these two people.Taoist Xixuan talked about the matter of going to Huashan, but concealed the matter of Fat Toutuo.

Siming Sanren nodded. "It seems that you have never met the poor monk's two apprentices. Tell me about the poor monk's three apprentices you met."

Song Yuhua, Yang Ruoxi and others looked at me and I looked at you, but no one said a word.

But Master Ma suddenly became violent, and she shouted: "What are you talking about, just to avenge my two brothers."

Her pair of iron bones have already turned up.

The crowd couldn't stop them in time, and saw the iron bones with the sound of wind smashing towards the scattered people's heads.

Sanren didn't care, he raised his right sleeve to block the falling force of Tie Guduo.The sleeves were rolled up slightly, wrapping around the weapon flexibly.Waiting for Master Ma to react.The scattered people flicked at random, throwing Master Ma and his weapons out.

Siming Sanren sat there motionless, lightly overthrowing Master Ma, who is highly skilled in martial arts.

Master Ma rolled into the courtyard, and after a while, she stood up, and she continued to rush forward with a tiger roar.

I saw my companions raise their hands.The rest of the people had no room to retreat, and drew out their weapons one after another to surround them.

All of a sudden, there was the sound of fighting in the broken house.

The space was not big, and everyone couldn't perform it together, so a few people with the best martial arts rushed up first.

All weapons fell together.

Siming Sanren sat there still without moving, facing the siege without the slightest panic.He picked up the handy shovel next to him with one hand, and with a light wave, the handy shovel sealed the two weapons at the same time.His hand moved slightly, he took the sword and the fishing rod sideways, and then he poked at the Laitou monk with the end of the stick.

The scarlet-headed monk tried his best to dodge, but the Siming Sanren saw the position, the monk failed to dodge, and was beaten back a few steps.

Several people worked together, and the remaining two couldn't hold on anymore, and they were repelled by Sanren after two moves.

Master Ma and Monk Laitou risked their lives to rescue their companions.The four of them worked together, but tried their best to resist.

I found that Siming Sanren's martial arts were too high.Taoist Xixuan shouted: "Go!"

She told Yang Ruoxi and Song Yuhua to run quickly.

The two wanted to step forward to help out, but seeing such a scene, they knew that going up would cause trouble for others.The two gritted their teeth, didn't care about anything, and ran out of the dilapidated house in one breath.

Someone escaped, but the Siming Sanren still sat cross-legged in a calm manner, like playing with a straw stick, using a convenient shovel to deal with the siege of several people.

After two or three blows, Taoist Xixuan and the others were defeated by him again.

This time, Sanren stood up abruptly and walked among the four of them, occasionally sticking out a stick or pointing a finger.

The fisherman and others were separated, making it even more difficult to contend.After resisting seven or eight moves, all four of them were knocked to the ground.

A few servants were also loyal, and rushed forward to stop Sanren.They were easily knocked to the ground by Siming Sanren.

Siming Sanren stepped out of the dilapidated house without even looking at a group of defeated generals.

Song Yuhua and Yang Ruoxi were both still in shock, they performed lightness kung fu and fled all the way.

They are both confused about the way forward and worried about their friends.The two supported each other, not daring to stop and rest.

The two dared not run along the same road. Sometimes they went through the woods, sometimes they turned into the forest path, changing directions constantly.

They panicked and lost their way after running for a certain distance.While recovering their physical strength, the two of them used the moonlight and stars to judge their position before stepping onto a path again.

However, after walking a few steps, the two stopped.

A man was sitting on a stone beside the road.

The two looked at it by the moonlight, and were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat.The sitting person turned out to be Siming Sanren.He didn't know when he ran in front of Song and Yang.

Seeing Song and Yang coming, Siming Sanren said slowly: "The poor monk has been waiting for a long time. You two need to practice your lightness kung fu again! However, it is estimated that you will not need it in the future.

It's a pity that you were born into wealthy families, and you have good looks.You have grievances with my apprentice, probably because of this.I also blame my apprentice for not making progress. "
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