Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 22 Plan to kill the evil cultivator
  Finally, Uncle Jiu was convinced.

However, in order to ensure An Yan's safety, Uncle Jiu left the copper coin sword to him.

This copper coin sword is also a rare magic weapon. It can attract the power of the moon to fight against the enemy. Coupled with the popularity attached to the copper coin, it is a sharp weapon to exorcise evil spirits and is the nemesis of evil spirits.

Uncle Jiu left in a hurry with Wencai and Qiu Sheng. Seeing Wencai's eyes eager to stay, An Yan couldn't help but feel funny.

Watching Uncle Jiu and the others walking away, An Yan turned to Ren Tingting and said, "Miss Ren, let's go back."

"Brother An, you can call me Tingting, you don't have to be so polite." Seeing An Yan's polite look, Ren Tingting couldn't help but pouted her lips and plucked up the courage to say.

People say that a man loves his concubine unintentionally, but the reverse happened when An Yan came here.

Seeing the girl's Huaichun appearance, An Yan was startled, no, why are you still trying to conquer it yourself?

He asked himself that he didn't seem to pay much attention to Ren Tingting, so why did this girl still fall in love with him?

"Well, then I'll call you Tingting."

Hearing An Yan's words, Ren Tingting was happy at first, thinking that An Yan had understood her thoughts.

In fact, while drinking tea, she had a crush on the handsome An Yan. When Mrs. Ren was making trouble in the Ren family, the figure standing in front of her to protect her was engraved in her heart.

As for literary talent, Ren Tingting can only say that he is a good person.

But An Yan's words at the next moment made her feel the arrival of the cold winter months in advance.

"I've always wanted to have a sister."

Does he just think of me as his sister? Ren Tingting was so lost that she didn't know how to get back to the room.

Is Ren Tingting beautiful?

very beautiful.

Unfortunately, An Yan already has someone he likes. Thinking of his online girlfriend, he can't help but look forward to meeting offline after returning home.

The wind was a bit strong tonight, and a cloud covered the moon, making the sky and earth dark.

"Lin Jiu, do you think a mere disciple can stop me?"

The storyteller climbs over the wall on a familiar road, with a paper crane leading the way. With the art of bloodline tracing, as long as one has the blood of his relatives, it can be found within a radius of ten miles within three generations.

Ren Tingting and Mr. Ren happen to be within three generations, so they can naturally be found by this paper crane.

There was a figure flashing in the lobby, probably the disciple left behind by Uncle Nine. The storyteller smiled contemptuously, but that was all.

The paper crane stopped in front of a room door, and the closed door blocked the way.

"This is it!"

"The eldest lady of the Ren family!"

There was a flash of fire in the storyteller's eyes. As long as he caught her back and let Old Master Ren absorb her blood, he would definitely be able to go one step further.

After a while, he can occupy the magpie's nest, use secret techniques to seize the body of Old Master Ren, and become a bronze-armored corpse in one fell swoop, making him immortal.

The door was locked, which didn't bother the storyteller. He summoned a kid and asked the kid to break through the door and unlock the door.

But Uncle Jiu's disciples were still wandering in front, with victory right in front of them. The storyteller's eyes were already blinded by desire, and he couldn't wait to push the door open and enter.

Wow!

The black dog's blood on the door fell and covered the storyteller. The kid who was following him screamed and died.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Under the horrified gaze of the storyteller, a tall figure appeared from the darkness and kicked him hard on the chest, sending him flying backwards.

That person was clearly An Yan.

"Brother An, you have to be careful!"

Seeing An Yan chasing after him, Ren Tingting hurriedly followed, with a worried look on her face. "Aren't you in the hall?" The storyteller ignored the injury on his chest and hurriedly rolled around to avoid An Yan's follow-up kicks, then stood up and said ferociously.

"That's just a yellow talisman. I thought I couldn't deceive you, but I didn't expect you to be fooled so easily." An Yan sneered as he kept walking and attacked the storyteller: "He's covered in black dog blood. How much more powerful can your evil magic be?"

Knowing that the Storyteller was a master of evil arts, An Yan had only learned it for more than a month, so he would definitely not be able to defeat the Storyteller in spells. So he specially prepared the black dog's blood. He didn't expect that the storyteller would be so careless and underestimate the enemy, allowing himself to take the advantage.

An Yan's punches and kicks are straight forward, but they are powerful and heavy. When he punches out, the wind of the punch is everywhere. It would be difficult for an ordinary person to not kill him with one punch.

Even though the storyteller had some cultivation, he was obviously not as strong as An Yan. Every time he touched fists and feet with his opponent, his hands couldn't help but ache.

After several fights, An Yan also figured out the other party's skills. He was in the late stage of refining Qi and had the same cultivation level as him. If he didn't use conspiracy and tricks, he would not be the opponent of Uncle Jiu at all.

Also, if the other party had the same ability to refine Qi and become a god like Uncle Jiu, and cooperated with Mr. Ren, they would have hit the door directly.

An Yan realized this and punched faster.

"For your own selfish gain, you killed more than a dozen people in Lijia Village. You deserved to die."

"Die to me!"

"Then we can only blame them for being unlucky. Who allowed them to live in the same village as Li Ergou?"

"The Ren family robbed my grandfather's treasure cave back then, and the Ren family did the same!"

"Do you think you're sure of me?"

The storyteller's eyes flashed fiercely, and his fists and kicks suddenly became fierce.

"Hmph! You're dead tonight! I said so!"

An Yan was a little surprised by the identity of the storyteller, but this was not the reason why he killed Lijiacun. He was unafraid, and the Maoshan body-forging fist was like a tiger, and the blood in his body boiled, his fists became more powerful, and his body became harder.

"die!"

Faced with the fist thrown at him, he swung it away, then turned sideways and caught the storyteller's kicked leg with one hand, and smashed it down hard with his free hand.

With a click, the storyteller's leg was directly broken and broken, and the shrill sound of pain echoed in Yizhuang.

The storyteller gritted his teeth and punched again, trying to force An Yan away.

An Yan took advantage of the situation and backed away. He yelled angrily and stepped forward suddenly. He kicked the storyteller three times in a row. The storyteller was kicked upwards and blood spurted out. The whole person fell to the ground like mud. He was already More air out and less air in.

Seeing the tragic situation of the storyteller, Ren Tingting thought of her father's death. Instead of feeling violent, An Yan felt happy.

"Ahem! You want to kill me?"

"Hahaha, you're still early!"

Knowing that he was doomed tonight, the storyteller forced himself to sit up and wanted to use his backhand, but how could An Yan give him a chance? He rushed forward with a single step and punched down with the sound of wind and thunder.

Bang!
  A powerful and heavy punch, the ground shook slightly.

The storyteller was punched to death with his eyes wide open, as if to say that if you don't play according to the routine, you will die with your eyes open.

"If you say you are dead, you are dead. Even Jesus can't protect you!"

A corner of the storyteller's clenched palm was exposed, and the moon came out again. In the moonlight, the tightly clenched talisman could be seen.

"Although I don't know what you want to do, I won't give you a chance to make a comeback."

An Yan, who knows the importance of last-hitting, understands that if you want to talk nonsense, you have to wait until the enemy is killed before talking nonsense, otherwise he may be turned around and slapped in the face in minutes.

Looking at the hideous corpse, it was obviously the first time he killed someone, but he didn't feel any disgust or fear in his heart. As long as he thought of the sins committed by the storyteller, he only felt angry.

Recalling that when he first arrived, he would be scared when he saw corpses, but now he can kill someone without changing his face, An Yan couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Environment can really change a person.

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