Nine uncle's refining tool is also invincible

Chapter 472

After confirming the authenticity, these technicians became even more curious about what kind of person they were looking for this time.

Shi Zhi and the others didn't dare to provoke them, but Songpa was a young man, and he easily got along with them. When everyone asked about it, he shook up, and vividly talked about the experience of Master Hua, a legendary figure.

These people have never been in contact with the monk world, and they will hear so many exciting things, and the surprised look satisfies Sompa's vanity.

"So, we are the closest descendants of this Maoshan master craftsman, and this time we are here to recycle what belongs to us."

"There is a situation!" Just when Songpa was talking excitedly, a technician pointed at the screen and shouted suddenly.

A group of people gathered around, just in time to see a drone, which took a picture of a young Taoist priest on a mountain road.

The traffic in this place is inconvenient, and there is not a single living person in the mountains for half a year, let alone a colleague in this kind of place. , how can not see clearly.

Shi Zhi's face became more and more gloomy, but Songpa vaguely guessed something, and asked, "Master, does this kid have the same goal as us?"

"I don't know, but I don't think it's a coincidence that there are colleagues in this kind of place." Shi Zhi said.

"What, if you dare to steal my things, kill him."

"What belongs to you, it belongs to my Shi family."

"Master, if you hang up, won't it be mine? It's a matter of time."

The vigorous dialogue between the master and apprentice made the people around a little funny, but their movements were not slow. When Songdao heard that someone was taking the lead, he didn't dare to delay, and directly spent money to transfer a civilian helicopter to carry them to the target. fly away.

Zhen Shouren didn't know that he was being targeted, and he was still on his way silently, but how could his legs compare with the speed of flying? In just over ten minutes, he heard the sound of propellers in the sky, and looked up. In the sky, a white civilian plane slowly passed over his head.

"Oh, there are so many rich people now. If I had a helicopter, I'm afraid I would have arrived long ago, and I don't have to walk on my feet." Just as he was feeling emotional, the plane in the sky suddenly hovered over his head , a sound came from the loudspeaker.

"The people below are paying attention, report your origin."

Zhen Shouren was completely startled, looked around, then pointed at himself and asked, "What the hell, are you talking about me!"

When he was still in a daze, a rope was dropped from the helicopter, and then Shi Zhi and Songpa used their strength to land on the ground. The two were very agile, and Zhen Shouren was amazed when he saw it. A young man who doesn't distinguish between grains, let alone getting off the plane, he will have to rest for a while on the next 20 floors.

"Hey, boy, what about you, where did you come from, and what are you doing here?" Songpa asked unceremoniously, as if he regarded this place as his own.

"Who are you? You speak so impolitely, you don't look like a native of the country, and you look like you lack education!" Zhen Shouren was displeased, and he didn't get used to him, and directly turned back.

"Hey, you kid, how dare you talk to me like that." Songpa was also angry when he saw this, and imitated his master directly, and also used the secret technique to scare people.

At the same time, everyone in the camp gathered in front of the screen, watching intently. No one noticed that in the tent, that Sachiko, who had been in a sexual coma, began to twitch strangely, with an inexplicable black air, a little pop up.

"Which country are you a monk from? How dare you do harm to people here!" Seeing the ghost shadow floating across from him, Zhen Shouren not only did not show fear as he wished, but asked with a slightly cold face.

While speaking, he waved his hand casually, and a magic talisman flew out into a ball of fire, directly blowing up the black shadow.

Songpa was taken aback, and when he was unconvinced and wanted to continue casting spells, Shi Zhi stopped him. He found that the young man's technique on the opposite side looked familiar, and the yellow talisman painting style was exactly Maoshan's characteristics, so his heart trembled. The big reason is that I met a fellow student in China.

"Boy, which lineage of Maoshan are you a descendant of!" Shi Zhi stepped forward and made a gesture with both hands, and asked with a greeting from Maoshan.

"What do you mean by that gesture? You are so grown up, why are you still twitching?"

As a modern person, Zhen Shouren didn't know the twists and turns of Maoshan's past. Even if he had some knowledge of imparting qigong, no one would use his precious gong power to impart knowledge of these etiquettes.

So seeing Shi Zhi's awkward gesture, Zhen Shouren was stunned for a moment, and then said unceremoniously, in terms of the protection of the sect's culture, Shi Jian's lineage was well preserved, but Shi Zhi never thought that, when he met The first fellow I came to, was such a bastard, almost got my nose crooked.

"Master, don't be polite to this kid. I think he is just a casual cultivator who accidentally obtained a secret technique. He is not authentic at all in Maoshan. Let me teach him a lesson, so that this guy will tell the truth."

Songpa has long been displeased with this boy, and can't wait to do it. Shi Zhi didn't say anything this time. Since the other party doesn't give face, it's better for the apprentice to call him two catties, otherwise the boy might not tell the truth.

"Hey, Harmonious Society, what do you want to do, tell me this is not a place for you foreigners to be arrogant."

The barren mountains and wild mountains are not like in the Luo family. They still care about the law to some extent. Zhen Shouren is inexplicably flustered. After all, the other party has a large number of people.

Song Pash saw that the other party was afraid, so he immediately became proud, shouted, and then took out a small jar, and said something to him from the mouth of the jar.

In the next second, a big-headed ghost emerged from the small jar. The big-headed ghost with only an ugly big head looked very scary. Driven by Songpa, it floated towards Zhen Shouren.

"It turned out to be a fighting technique. It scared me and thought I was going to do it, but with your magic power like a three-cornered cat, you dare to perform sorcery in front of me. Watch me take your little devil."

Zhen Shouren could tell at a glance that Songpa only had less than Baisi's magic power, not even in the Qi refining period. You must know that the skills of Zhenxing and Zhenyang have reached the third level of refining with the help of Hua Chenfan, so his magic power Also at this level, the two people in front of him are no match for him.

The contemptuous words made Sompa angrier, the spell became more hasty, and the big-headed ghost became more terrifying. His big mouth reached behind his ears, and his head was almost split in two. The sharp teeth quickly gnawed at Zhen Shouren.

It's a pity that Zhen Shouren didn't care at all, he just picked out his ears as if he didn't notice, took out a blue stone, and flicked it into the mouth of the big-headed ghost.

burst!
Zhen Shouren let out a low shout, and in an instant the big-headed ghost burst open, and the large group of yang energy directly swallowed the ghost energy.

"Ah~! My savage, you dare to destroy my secret method, I will fight with you." Songpa's eyes were red with heartache. He took a lot of effort to raise this ghost. How much money was spent.

Now that he had killed him with one move, Sompa immediately lost his mind, and wanted to rush forward to fight him with his punches. Their Siamese boxing is not a vegetarian.

(End of this chapter)