Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

"Damn Lime Blasting Jutsu!"

As soon as Huang returned to his room, he took off his shoes and lay on the bed, ready to have a good sleep.

As a direct disciple of the leader of the Huang Sect, Huang Yiri is a relatively superstitious person. This is mainly reflected in the fact that he would tell his fortune before going to bed every time to see whether he would sleep well or not.

Then, he used the Huangmen technique to calculate a hexagram and got a strange hexagram.

The fire of karma spreads across the prairie.

After calculating this divination, Huang Yiri took it to heart and didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he was really drunk this time. In addition, he was in a good mood and relaxed a little, so he was somewhat unprepared.

clap clap.

Knocked on the door three times.

"Waiter, a bowl of hangover soup and a roasted sweet potato, roast it a little burnt."

For Huang Yiri, having a bowl of sobering soup and a roasted sweet potato after drinking is a must, otherwise he will have a splitting headache.

But no sound came from outside the door.

Huang Yitian frowned. There was a waiter on duty 24/7 on each floor of the ordinary building, and there were two waiters on the top floor. He complained in his heart that his father was a little lax in managing the restaurant, and then knocked on the door again.

"Xiaoer, where is the person?"

"Why···"

There were rustling footsteps, as if someone was hurrying over. Outside the door, the waiter's voice came over, "What do you want, sir?"

"Waiter, a bowl of hangover soup and a roasted sweet potato, roast it a little burnt."

Huang Yiri said unsteadily, "Hurry up, my stomach is burning."

"Sir, you have to pay first."

The waiter outside said somewhat awkwardly: "This is a new rule that our boss Huang has set up recently."

"Tsk."

Huang Yiri couldn't go against his father's wishes, so he could only take out a few low-grade fairy clouds, open the door, and pass them through the crack.

After taking the fairy cloud, the waiter responded and left.

After closing the door, Huang Yiri felt something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He shook his head, walked to the basin where water had been prepared, and washed his face vigorously several times, rubbing his face to try to wake up.

It's a bit stomach-burning.

Huang Yitian sat on the chair, thinking about what to do in the future, and wondering if Zhou Li would have any room to resist if he really wanted to blow up the cesspool in the ordinary building.

And just then, there was a knock on the door.

dong dong.

Huang Yitian knew that it was the waiter who came to deliver something, so he stood up, walked to the door and asked, "Who is that?"

"I'm sending you something."

The waiter replied.

Huang Yiri thought about it, then put his hand on the door handle. He gently pushed and opened the door.

The short thorn in the man's hand had just been thrust out, and when it touched the lime, it went into his eyes as if it had eyes. Then, Huang Yiri raised his foot and kicked him, a kick that directly turned the man into a shrimp.

"Fuck it, you're so hot in the middle of winter, you want to trick me?!" After shouting out his ultimate move "Fuck the lime blasting technique!", Huang Yiri patted the lime powder on his hands, looked at the unconscious man in black, sneered, and quickly closed the door.

broken.

The reason why Huang Yiri used the simple combination of lime and flying kicks at the first time was because he found that he could not use the immortal energy in his body at all. If he forced it to work, it would be easy to explode and die. The person pretending to be a waiter calculated this point and assassinated at the right time. As long as Huang Yiri mobilized the immortal energy in a hurry, he would most likely die here.

broken.

Huang Yiri's face was a little gloomy. He didn't expect that someone would come to assassinate him in his own restaurant. And judging from the posture, it should have been planned for a long time.

The plot to murder me?

Huang Yiri was so angry that he laughed. He didn't expect that he would be assassinated in his own territory. He hurried to the chair where the Taoist robes were piled randomly, put on the Taoist robe, and then found a rope inside the robe.

A pull.

Instantly, the robe shrank inwards, and the originally dark blue robe quickly tightened, revealing the pure black interior. Several talismans were quickly circulated, and soon, the originally loose robe became a black tights, outlining Huang Yiri's somewhat bloated figure.

"A bit fatter."

Huang Yiri adjusted the trajectory somewhat awkwardly, then he took out a small box from his waist, opened it, found a hood and swung it hard. In an instant, a black hood with cat-like ears was put on his head.

in case.

At this time, the people of Taiying could tell at a glance that this was the outfit of the Night Messenger Batman. But unlike the ordinary Night Messenger Batman, this Batman seemed to have lost weight, and was bloated with a bit of dementia. He was completely different from the smart and capable Night Messenger with a butt and chin exposed.

But if you are an old Beiliang person, you can recognize at a glance that this is the initial version of the Dark Knight Batman.

Discrimination against black Bateman.

As the first generation of Batman, Huang Yiri's physical skills and ground fighting skills are not bad. It's just that he spent too much time in Huangmen, which made him forget his other identity. But when he became Batman in the dark, his fat reaction returned completely.

He opened the window and looked out at the fierce wind and the abyss-like tall buildings. A sinister smile appeared on the face under the black mask.

Batman is back.

After hooking the hook connected to the rope on the rack nearby, Batman held the rope with one hand and began to descend quickly.

The rope broke.

Huang Ritian, who didn't realize that he had gained a lot of weight, suddenly turned pale and quickly grabbed the window beside him and hung himself on it.

Oh my god.

Let’s put aside the discrimination against black people, Batman. What is the current situation of our heroine Shangguan Hong?

I achieved the good result of a butcher in the event of killing a spiritual master alone using only sword skills. You can try it too.

Looking at the man who was stabbed in the throat with a sword, with disbelief written all over his face, Shangguan Hong coldly drew out her sword. She raised her head and looked at the "people" who kept rushing towards her, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

These are not considered human beings.

The dead man quickly turned into a pool of ash and disappeared into thin air. Shangguan Hong blocked two daggers with one sword, and then used her reaction to block the stab from behind.

Spinning sword!

The sword blade spun around, tearing the man in front of it into pieces like a hurricane, but the pool of ashes seemed to be mocking Shangguan Hong's efforts as being in vain.

With blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, Shangguan Hong gritted her teeth, her eyes full of coldness. She didn't drink alcohol, nor did she eat much, so she didn't have too much fire poison. But she had just forced herself to use her power, which caused her to suffer a lot of internal injuries, and this endless stream of people who were dying was still draining her physical strength.

Broken. (End of this chapter)