90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 136

The wronged spirits were clamoring around the woman, but it was all in vain and they couldn't hurt her at all.

Anzi pursed his lips and said in a very confident tone, "The Three-Eyed Evil God."

The woman didn’t seem surprised at all. She dropped the basket in her hand and stood up. She didn’t think these people could hurt her. She was a god.

Anzi took out a video recorder from her backpack, turned her head to look at several people, and finally put it on Grandma Luo, who she felt was the most reliable.

"Please help me record it. I will take it back to those traitors for study."

Grandma Luo was flattered and admired Anzi's competence as a master. Thinking of her daughter, she looked hopeful and asked, "Little Master, can you take a look at my daughter?"

Anzi nodded, "Whatever you want."

"Okay, okay, thank you very much, little master. Thank you very much, little master." Grandma Luo thanked him repeatedly and hurriedly turned on the camera.

The woman's face suddenly darkened. These so-called heavenly masters were really incomprehensible. They actually dared not take her seriously.

She took out a rusty dagger and slowly cut open the palm of her left hand.

While rowing, he chanted a string of spells that no one could understand.

Master Liaokong quickly took a step back, "Oh no, she's starting to cast a spell!"

The others quickly followed him and retreated, and in a blink of an eye, the place where Anzi was standing was vacant.

Anzi: ...There's no need to act so quickly, it will make you look heartless.

Blood dripped down his palm, and the white sand on the ground was stained with blood.

Red and white intertwined, white was quickly swallowed by red, and the whole scene was extremely weird.

Soon, one after another, rotten corpses with miserable deaths appeared in the red sand.

Anzi couldn't help but whistle, "Wow! He's going all out right at the start!"

The woman tilted her head. She didn't understand what Anzi meant.

But that didn't stop her from seeing the disdainful expression on the little boy's face.

"Little Master, you must be careful!" Master Fang took the opportunity to show off his presence, causing others to glare at him with contempt.

Master Liaokong took out a golden bowl from his sleeves for begging, "Little Master, I can lend you a helping hand!"

The others all gave him the middle finger.

Anzi waved his hands and put them in his pockets. When he took them out, there were two thick stacks of talismans in his hands.

With a shake of his hands, the two stacks of talisman history turned into two small talisman fans.

Huang Dapeng's eyes were filled with greed, "How rich! They are all top-grade talismans!" When would he be so rich that he could give out top-grade talismans as if they were free?

Master Huang Xian rolled his eyes and said, "Don't count on me. I don't have that ability." If he had, he would have ascended to heaven long ago. How could he still stay here and be bound to his untalented junior?

The woman felt the terrible aura of the talisman in Anzi's hand and frowned slightly. She didn't like that kind of oriental talisman, which would burn her body. So, she pointed her bloody hand at Anzi and said, "Go!"

Anzi's eyebrows sank, and with a strong fighting spirit, "Grandma! Remember to take a picture of me that looks handsome!"

As she spoke, her figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, the talisman fan in his hand was fanning the head of the rotten corpse in front.

The light talisman paper seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, and it knocked the head off the rotten corpse in one go.

A few people watching: ...

Master Liaokong: ... "Amitabha, the little master is very kind."

Huang Dapeng moved his lips and said, "It's a pretty big fan."

Master Liaokong: ...

He decided that this time when he returned, he would pack up those children and send them to school to study hard!

The two bodyguards who were in charge of picking up and monitoring were also extremely shocked. This child, who was not even as tall as their waist, was so skilled, and most importantly, she was very strong.

The saying "one force can defeat ten skills" is probably like this.

Anzi kicked a rotten corpse and Xiaoshu flew up and down in excitement.

"Come on, little master! Little master is the best!"

An Yan squatted beside him with his ears covered, and was glad that he didn't bully An Zi when he just turned into a ghost, otherwise he might still be looking for trouble now.

Anzi easily knocked down more than a dozen rotten corpses. The woman pursed her lips and took out a little straw man from somewhere. She chanted a spell while smearing blood on the straw man.

Anzi suddenly jumped up, and several small paper figures flew out from behind him, "Da Huang, go!"

The little straw man at the front did several somersaults in the air and even struck a Wing Chun pose when he landed. He was so handsome that people just wanted to clap.

The other little paper men followed closely and pounced on the little straw man as soon as they landed.

The woman stepped back repeatedly, holding the straw man high in the air.

Her black magic hasn't been completed yet. This little brat has no martial ethics! Isn't it said that the Heavenly Master from China is very polite when fighting?
The woman collected Anzi's hair and the soil under her feet from the rotting corpses, and was ready to cast a blood spell on her, but the spell was too long and the little paper man's feet kept climbing up.

Anzi threw out the stack of talismans in his left hand.

Several talismans shot out with sparks and lightning towards the woman whose face was becoming increasingly panicked.

The woman cursed loudly, threw down the straw man, and stabbed herself in the shoulder with the dagger.

With a "puff", blood spurted out far away.

Everyone exclaimed "Huh~" in unison.

Master Fang quickly wrote in the notebook: The other side's sorcerer couldn't be defeated, so he stabbed himself with a knife, and the blood spurted out eight hundred meters. He tried to blackmail others. How disgusting!
Master Liaokong glanced over and thought that the next time the temple had a quarrel with the Taoist temple opposite, they should invite Master Fang over. What a talented person he was.