Taoist temple that will cross

Chapter 270 Descendants of the Old Man 【Please subscribe!Ask for a recommendation ticket! 】

"You little beggar, how do you walk? This street is so wide, but you bumped into this girl!"

A sharp female voice came from not far ahead.

Cao Yi looked up.

Several young women wearing gowns with yin and yang fish patterns stood in the middle of Qingshi Long Street, one of them was a tall and beautiful woman with a long sword in her hand, her face was full of hesitation.

"sorry"

A ragged, very thin man with his back turned to the little beggar here bowed his head in apology.

Then, bypass the tall slender woman and continue walking forward.

"slow down"

The tall slender woman held the long sword in front of the little beggar.

"I've already paid for it"

There was a trace of anger in the little beggar's voice.

"You stained my girl's clothes, and you just want to leave after saying sorry?"

The tall slender woman raised her chin slightly, and a very boring joke flashed in her eyes.

"Then what do you want?"

The little beggar said while suppressing his anger.

The tall slender woman tilted her head, pondered for a moment with a dull face, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Why don't you bark a few times like a dog, and if you bark nicely, I might reward you with some money."

"you"

The little beggar was furious.

"Too much"

Some passers-by couldn't understand it, so they made more mouthfuls.

"Don't worry too much, she is Ding Qingying, a direct disciple of the Holy Lord of the Yin Yang family, ten of you are not enough for her to beat with one hand."

Companions dissuade.

The tall woman named Ding Qingying ignored the words of the passers-by, and looked at the little beggar with a playful face: "You can't be angry, just shoot, I know you are not an ordinary person."

The little beggar's dirty little hands were clenched into fists, making a creaking sound, and the torn clothes on his body moved without wind, revealing the bracelet on his wrist.

"Is this bracelet your own?"

Cao Yi passed on his spiritual thoughts.

The little beggar tucked his fists into his sleeves and turned around. A bit of doubt appeared on his dirty, dark, swollen, bumpy, and very ugly face.

Cao Yi continued to read: "What's your last name?"

The little beggar's expression changed, he turned around and left.

"Let you go?"

Ding Qingying blocked the little beggar again with the long sword in her hand.

"go away"

The little beggar made a bold move, as powerful as a savage dragon.

Ding Qingying stood still, letting the little beggar's fist hit her.

"boom"

Dozens of white rays of light erupted from Ding Qingying's body, as if the God of Light had descended into the world!
"You wear precious armor under your robe, and you are so afraid of death when you come out with so many people!"

The little beggar sneered.

Ding Qingying glanced at the junior sisters on one side, and said coldly: "You are not allowed to make a move."

The little beggar, who was worried that he would be beaten by gangs, raised the corner of his mouth slightly when he heard this.

"In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies are worthless!"

Ding Qingying, who saw the little beggar's tricks, sneered and shot into the air like a cannonball.

The little beggar also rushed into the air.

The two started fighting without saying a word.

Cao Yi looked up at the sky and sighed in his heart, but in a few decades, the disciples of all schools of thought have only been so powerful, and the person who secretly planned all this is so powerful.

"Rumble..."

In the middle of the sky, the brilliance was shining brightly, and the origin energy was soaring into the sky, and the two sides fought a real fire.Centered on the two of them, the blazing light is flickering, the weapons are breathing out divine light, and the murderous aura is radiating.

But soon weakened, both of them were low-level monks, and the source energy stored in their bodies could not last long at all.

Suddenly, the little beggar pounced in front of Ding Qingying like a ghost, his palms were as black as ink, and slashed on Ding Qingying's neck like a knife.

The latter let out a scream and fell from the midair to the ground.

The little beggar also fell to the ground as if his origin energy had been drained.

"Ah, it hurts me to death. Let her hand over the antidote quickly. If she doesn't hand in, she will cut off her left hand. If she doesn't hand in, she will cut off her limbs. Ah, I can't take it anymore. Quick, she is not an ordinary person. Even if she is killed, Your Majesty will kill her." Will not blame!"

Ding Qingying screamed while clutching her blackened neck, while ordering the junior sisters.

The little beggar struggled to get up from the ground, but before he could stand still, he fell to the ground again.

Seeing Ding Qingying's junior sisters walking towards this side, the little beggar showed panic on his face.

"Are you the daughter or granddaughter of the owner of the bracelet?"

Cao Yi appeared next to the little beggar with a broken and dusty bracelet in his hand.

"This bracelet was left to me by my mother, give it back to me"

The little beggar snatched back the bracelet like a flash of light.

Looking at the little beggar, Cao Yi's mind recalled the scene of teaching the twelve disciples Taoist classics in the camp of the Qin army.

At that time, one of his two most trusted disciples, Dongmen Qing, was wearing a bracelet on his wrist that was exactly the same as that of the little beggar.

"Little beggar, hand over the antidote"

"Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

……

Several cold female voices sounded.

Cao Yi didn't need to look to know that it was Ding Qingying's junior sisters who came.

"If you want to kill or slash, please listen and respect!"

The little beggar was very stubborn.

"You are stubborn, cut off a hand, and see if you are still stubborn!"

"Take off her clothes and let her lie naked in the street"

"good idea"

……

Ding Qingying's junior sisters yelled fiercely, but didn't move.

I don't know if there was any disagreement with Ding Qingying, it was intentional.

Cao Yi looked at the little beggar who was pretending to be stubborn and closed his eyes, but his body was trembling slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The little beggar noticed, opened his eyes, and glared at Cao Yi.

"You guys are really useless!"

Ding Qingying walked over, although her neck was still dark, it was much lighter than before.

"Senior sister, hello"

"a lot lighter"

……

Ding Qingying's junior sisters said one after another.

"This poison does not seem to be real poison"

Ding Qingying touched her neck with a weird expression.

"Senior Sister, since it's all right, let's forget about it."

"That's right, Master won't let us make trouble"

……

Ding Qingying's juniors persuaded her one after another.

"Shut up, you need to teach me"

Ding Qingying scolded sharply.

Ding Qingying's junior sisters all lowered their heads.

"Boy, are you with this ugly girl?"

Ding Qingying asked sternly.

Cao Yi didn't answer her, but stared at the little beggar's face and said, "Well, why did you make yourself like this?"

Pain flashed in the little beggar's eyes, and he tilted his head to one side.

"I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

As Ding Qingying said, she smashed the long sword in her hand.

When she was still a finger away, she suddenly turned around and landed on herself.

He flew upside down on the spot and fell heavily tens of meters away, his beautiful face was swollen like a pig's head.

"You - you - body - inside - clear - clear - no - have - source - Qi, for, for"

Before he finished speaking, his head tilted and he passed out.

Ding Qingying's junior sisters retreated as if they had seen a ghost.

Cao Yi ignored them, and said to the little beggar, "Nod if you have something to do with it, shake your head if it doesn't matter, if you don't respond, I'll go straight away."

Say, stand up.

The little beggar still didn't respond.

Cao Yi walked towards the restaurant not far away, walking about four or five meters.

"There are relationships"

The voice of the little beggar was like a mosquito and a fly.

(End of this chapter)