Urban Cultivation Evil

Chapter 685 Talisman
"The Shen family, court death!"

Seeing Shen San being so arrogant, the face of the middle-aged scholar standing behind the old man sank.

For how many years, they have been enshrined as gods, where have they been so provoked?

Cultivators, don't be humiliated!
The middle-aged scholar waved his hand, and the folding fan in his hand flew out: "Dare to provoke our boss, go to hell!"

The folding fan was like a sharp razor, cutting towards the bottom of Shen San's neck quickly.

The folding fan has turned into an afterimage, which is not something ordinary martial artists can deal with.

The old man on crutches snorted coldly and did not move.

In their eyes, what are the four major families of Yandu?It's still just a plaything in their hands.

If it wasn't for the senior who promised to guard here, how could they stay in Nalan's house?

However, just when the folding fan was about to kill Shen San, a flash of light shot out from Shen San's hand, and hit the folding fan with a groan.

The folding fan divided the two in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, that flash of light seemed to have spirituality, and rushed towards the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar's complexion changed drastically: "Boss!"

The old man also didn't expect that Shen San could stop the middle-aged scholar's folding fan.

That folding fan is a treasure that has been tempered. How can there be anything in the secular world to cut it off?

"Third brother, I'm here!" The old iron crutch shouted, and he threw the crutch in his hand to the ground, and his whole body flew up.

Before the flash of light hit the middle-aged scholar, he had already reached the middle-aged scholar, and at the same time blocked the iron crutch in his hand.

The flash of light hit the iron crutch directly, and destructive sparks flashed one after another.

Even the old man's face turned cold, and he almost fell to the ground.

Shen San laughed loudly, moved his hand, and grabbed the flashing light.

Everyone looked at it with horror.

In Shen San's hand, he was actually holding a long whip.

There was a faint light emitting from the surface of the whip, which made it obvious that it was not an ordinary product.

Others didn't know what this long whip was, but the middle-aged scholar glanced at the old man, and his pupils contracted twice involuntarily.

"Is that a spirit weapon?"

"How is this possible, there are still people who can refine spirit weapons?"

"This this……"

The faces of the middle-aged scholar and the old man were extremely ugly.

Obviously, the faint light around the long whip is the manifestation of the externalization of aura.

In this world, cultivators have been hidden from the eyes of the world, and spirit weapons are even rarer. If a sect can possess a spirit weapon, it will definitely be like a native owning a super cannon. It will be able to leap to the top of the cultivation sect.

Although Shen San is just a martial artist, he holds a spiritual weapon in his hand, just like a child holding a machine gun against a boxing master.

No matter how powerful a boxing expert is, he can hit a hundred children at a time, but as long as the shuttle goes down, that boxing expert will have to finish the game.

Involuntarily, both the middle-aged man and the old man felt unprecedented panic.

The old man even took a deep breath and let out a long howl.

The long roar pierced the sky and spread throughout the place where Nalan Zhu's family was staying.

He had to summon all his people, otherwise, he might be in big trouble today.

Seeing the frightened appearance of the old man and the middle-aged scholar, Shen San laughed out loud, shook the long whip in his hand, and said triumphantly: "Why, are you afraid? Haha, I know you are cultivators. In my eyes, I don’t even count as shit! But, with this thing, no matter how many of you there are, it’s useless. Today, I’m sure about the things in Wangyan Pavilion!”

After finishing speaking, he ignored the others, turned around and walked towards Wangyan Pavilion.

Su Tong also had a gloomy expression on his face.

The reason why the four major families of Yandu were able to immediately reach the top of the secular world is because there are some other families that have no advantages.

There are cultivators in the Nalan family, these people are above the existence of martial practitioners, so that others dare not have the slightest contempt.

Although the Su family has no cultivators, they have a lot of connections with cultivators, and their rise depends on a treasure left by their ancestors.

That treasure is a talisman.

A talisman that can kill cultivators.

Therefore, as long as he holds the talisman in his hand, Su Tong will not be afraid of cultivators at all.

The Shen family has been relatively low-key over the years, and few people know what their reliance is.

At this moment, it seems that they actually have a spiritual weapon.

That kind of spiritual weapon is a treasure in the eyes of a cultivator.

No wonder the Patriarch of the Shen family could rest assured that Shen San, a reckless person, would come to the Nalan family. It turned out that he was not afraid that Shen San would have an accident at all.

"Shen San, since you want to enter Wangyan Pavilion, then we have to go in too!" Su Tong pondered for a while, and then quickly came to the door of Wangyan Pavilion: "In any case, this Wangyan Pavilion is not your Shen family. If you like it, whoever gets what's in it counts."

"Haha, whatever you want!" Shen San didn't seem to be afraid that Su Tong would take the contents away, laughed and stepped straight into Wangyan Pavilion.

Su Tong hesitated for a moment, but also wanted to go in.

At this time, the middle-aged man next to Su Tong grabbed Su Tong and said in a dark voice, "I'll go in."

Su Tong was stunned, turned his head and said in shock: "Immortal Elder..."

"I'll go in, the things inside are not of much use to you." The middle-aged man sneered, with a sarcasm on his face, he stretched out his hand indifferently: "However, I want to borrow the Su family's talisman."

"What?" Su Tong frowned, with a look of vigilance on his face: "This talisman belongs to our Su family, and only the blood of the Su family can use it, Immortal Elder, you..."

"Stop fucking nonsense!" The middle-aged man had lost his patience: "Hurry up and get it, or I'll kill you right now!"

Seeing that Shen San had already entered the first floor of Wangyan Pavilion, the middle-aged man was already angry, and grabbed Su Tong by the collar: "My name is Su Yaping, Su Yaping from Jiangzhou! Haha, this time, you think I really want to Help your Su family? Shit, I just want you to take out the talisman, so that I can resist this formation of Wangyan Pavilion!"

"Now, since you're here, bring it! What kind of Su family doesn't even care about the life and death of our father and son. When I come out of Wangyan Pavilion, your Su family must respect me as master!"

It can't be said that Su Yaping has already taken out the talisman from Su Tong's arms with his palms around.

That talisman didn't look like anything special.

It's just a handkerchief that looks like it's painted with weird runes.

However, the moment Su Yaping grasped the talisman, uncontrollable excitement flickered in Su Yaping's eyes.

Ever since Ye Tian made it impossible for him to hang out in Jiangzhou, Su Yaping left Jiangzhou and almost died that time.

Unexpectedly, there is no unparalleled road, Su Yaping escaped from death, and was taken in by a cultivator, who taught him a sorcery.

Although this sorcery requires the price of life, after only practicing it for less than half a year, Su Yaping's appearance has also become much older, like a middle-aged man.

However, the effect of this is also significant.

Su Yaping has the power to surpass martial arts practitioners.

(End of this chapter)