Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 118 Entering the Village
Before Dialect entered the village, he heard a loud whistle, and soon, dozens of strong men gathered in the village where there were no people, everyone with weapons in their hands.

Dialect looked at the dozens of people opposite in surprise, wondering how they found themselves. It was the night of the Dark Demon Realm, and the already dark sky was even darker. Dialect, who thought he could enter the village without anyone noticing, unexpectedly He was discovered before he was twenty feet away from the village.

The dialect of the weapon in the opponent's hand was ignored, but it was just some ordinary metal products without a trace of mana fluctuations. These things did not pose any threat to the current dialect at all.

Seeing that the dialect was still moving forward, there was a shout and chatter from the crowd in the village, but the dialect couldn't understand the other party's words at all, and he could only be sure that the other party was using the language of the devil. Ten demon hearts, but the language in the memory of those low-level demon soldiers is not systematic at all, just some simple modal particles. Could it be that these people in front of them are also demon heads?

Dialect continued to walk forward, the shouts in the village became louder, and a few javelins were thrown out, but these wooden javelins did not even have a metal tip. Sweeping the javelin in front of him to the side, feeling the power in the javelin, Dialect's understanding of these people has reached a new level, this power is enough to compare with the high-level monks in Qi refining, the wooden javelin actually has a middle-grade magic weapon attack power.

The people in the village were also surprised when they found that their attack hadn't had the desired effect. Several people gathered together and seemed to discuss a few words. Then, the three joined hands and formed a circle, moving their feet constantly. An inexplicable force gushed out from the three of them.

Dialect felt this force. This is not a trick used by the devil, but obviously a trick used by monks, but it is a trick used by body monks. Gathering the power of several people and sending out a single blow is enough to leapfrog and kill people.

Although the attacks of the three people still couldn't cause damage to Dialect, Dialect still sacrificed Tao Mijia, because he suddenly sensed that there seemed to be a force hiding in the dark in the village, and seemed to be preparing to attack him.

The attack of the three people came out very quickly, a light and shadow with a length of several feet emerged from the three people, and after gathering together, it looked like a flying sword. Attacking is not a trick that these few people can use.

The flying sword attacked Fang Yan extremely quickly, but now Fang Yan's peach miasma armor is comparable to a top-grade treasure, far from being able to hurt these few people, even if three people work together, it is useless.

Just after Fang Yan knocked out the sword shadow in front of him, the three people in the village seemed to lose their strength, and a few shouts came from Fang Yan's ears, but it made Fang Yan happy.

The hidden aura was no longer concealed at this moment, and he seemed to have discovered that with his ability, he was far from being an opponent in dialect. He jumped out from the dark and ran towards the three people who fell to the ground.

The rest of the people were still yelling, but no one backed away. With grief and indignation in their eyes, they all stared at the approaching dialect.

"Maybe you understand me?"

The dialect yelled.

"kindness?"

Surprised expressions appeared in the eyes of everyone who heard the dialect voice.

Seeing such a situation, Fang Yan knew that he heard correctly just now, but the other party could understand his own words. Just when the three fell to the ground, Fang Yan heard a few voices, which were human language, but the other party only shouted After two calls, the dialect could not be determined, and then he spoke to try.

It's just that the other party didn't put down the weapon in his hand after saying a word in dialect, and still stared at him with hostility in his eyes. Only then did I know the whole story. It turns out that in the Dark Demon Realm, Dialect has long been used to covering himself with dark energy at any time. What the people on the opposite side see is just a cloud of black energy. This is not the most distinctive feature of a demon leader. .

Fang Yan knew that he had made an oolong, and quickly absorbed the black devil energy around his body into the peach miasma armor, revealing his original human body.

"Maybe you understand me?"

Dialect asked again.

"Immortal Master?" An old but surprised voice came from the crowd. Although the tone changed slightly, it was definitely a human language.It's just that I don't know the dialect why I call myself an immortal teacher.

"Are you calling me?"

"Immortal Master? Is it really an Immortal Master?" Not only the old man just now, but the rest of the people also shouted, put away the weapons in their hands, and showed a surprised expression.

Fang Yan touched his nose, not knowing what happened. Seeing that the other party's hostility had completely disappeared, Fang Yan stepped into the village, and everyone gave way to a passage.

Fang Yan saw a ten-year-old girl who was helping three men lying on the ground. She was still using soul cultivation skills, but the girl's cultivation was very shallow. Seeing her sweating profusely, Fang Yan walked away. He walked over and put his palm on the girl's shoulder.

The voices that had just subsided suddenly sounded again, "Don't hurt Liu'er."

But then he was suppressed by the old man: "Shut up, the immortal master is helping Liu'er."

Sure enough, seeing Liu'er's tired expression, after dialect put his hand on it, he quickly became energetic, and a person lying on the ground woke up quickly.

"How dare you hurt Liu'er?" The young man who just woke up didn't know the origin of the dialect. When he woke up, he found a stranger's hand on Xiao Liu'er's shoulder. The machete was raised up, and it was chopped towards the dialect.

The people watching at the side had just had time to shout: "Yellow Fan is not allowed." Immediately, they were shocked by the scene in front of them, and saw the machete whizzing down, and it stopped suddenly just one foot away from the dialect. It's just a finger in dialect. You know, Huang Fan is one of the three most powerful and physically strong people in the whole village, and the other two are the two lying on the ground.

But this time, everyone recognized Dialect's identity even more. He was able to block the sword of the strongest warrior with one finger without changing his expression.

Huang Fan, who was blocked from attacking, didn't think so. After living so long, even a powerful demon pawn had killed many himself. He had never been humiliated so lightly before, but then he discovered the gap between himself and the opponent With all his strength, the machete in his hand could not move a single point. While the flushed Huang Fan was still unconvinced, another young man also woke up. Seeing this situation, he picked up The hard wooden stick next to his hand slammed down on the dialect.

This time, everyone didn't even bother to remind them, they were all watching how the dialect was resolved.

Dialect didn't disappoint them either. It was still a finger. After holding the machete to block the giant wooden stick, the giant wooden stick seemed to be sucked in, no matter how hard the young man tried, he couldn't pull it back.

Everyone looked like this, and they were even more sure about the dialect in their hearts. After the third person woke up and joined the ranks of attacking the dialect, it was still a finger. After all the weapons of the three were caged together, the old man finally I spoke.

"Huang Fan, Huang Wu, Huang Han, if you don't hold back, this is the immortal master that our ancestors spoke of."

The three people whose faces were flushed were already worshiping the dialect at this moment. It is not impossible that there is no one who can stop one of their own. It is only a stronger warrior, but he can stop all three attacks with one finger. A person who didn't show any effort was definitely an existence several levels higher than the three of them.

Hearing the old man's words, the three of them withdrew their strength one after another. Fang Yan also loosened his grip on the three weapons and allowed them to draw them back. Regarding their emotion, Fang Yan was not proud at all, but relied on spells to kill a group of mortals. After receiving the attack, any Foundation Establishment cultivator can do it, and Dialect is naturally not proud of this.

Dialect glanced at the surrounding people, except for the little girl, no one else had practiced the Soul Technique, but most of them had practiced the body-refinement technique, and the little girl's cultivation level was also very shallow. The investigation found out that the little girl's spiritual cultivation is equivalent to the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining, which is similar to when she just practiced the concentration technique.

Seeing that everyone seems to have a lot of things to say to him, and Dialect also has a lot of things he wants to ask the other party, especially the fairy teacher in the other party's mouth, Fang Yan has a strange feeling in his heart. Everyone in the Black Demon Realm even called themselves Immortal Master. Although it was what their ancestors said, at least it shows that there were monks in their ancestors' time.

(End of this chapter)