Panda Taoist Priest

However, the time when the man met Chu Xiong for the first time was different. The powerful aura fluctuation on him all showed that he was a high-level existence!

"I thought you could kill them all, but I still needed my hand." when the man came out, with one hand, he saw a glittering silver needle in his hand.

Broken ice silver needle!

"I didn't expect him to have this ability, otherwise, you don't need to do it at all." the masked boy's voice was cold, as if he didn't appreciate the man.

The masked boy didn't appreciate it. The man of Huang Tianguan didn't care, but looked around.

"Haven't you come out yet?" the man of Huang Tianguan looked at a grass and opened his mouth.

"There are others!" the masked boy was so excited that he couldn't help looking down the man's eyes.

The night was quiet, there was no wind, and the vegetation did not move.

But the man in yellow said so. The masked boy was sure that someone was there.

Suddenly, the grass in the direction of the man in yellow trembled.

"Hey, hey, it seems that you two are together." the man didn't appear, but the voice came out first. It was an old voice

"Zhao one eye!" Chu Xiong slightly distinguished the voice of the visitor. It was the old man at the auction.

When the grass and trees were divided, an old man with a bent back came out.

He was wearing a gray cloak, with a green pine cane in his hand, and various pine pagodas on it. Looking at his face again, under the pile of wrinkles, one eye was open, but the other eye was wearing an eye mask.

"What a blind eye!" Chu Xiong blinked. At first he thought it was a nickname. It turned out that this person was really an eye.

"You are Zhao one eye?" the masked boy's eyes shot a light, and his whole body was full of war.

The yellow man's relaxed face was also dignified. He patted the storage bag with one hand, and a yellow shield floated up and down around his body, completely protecting his body.

There was no other reason. Zhao Duyan's spiritual power was very surging. As soon as the man in yellow felt it, he knew that the old man was a strong man at the top of every body.

Every top friar has seven wisps of aura, and the man in yellow is only five wisps of aura. How dare he underestimate the old man.

"Hey, hey, hey."

The old man's hoarse laughter made bursts of echoes in the quiet woods, which made the three people present stand up.

"Now that I know it's old, if the little doll is caught, I may spare you one life." the old man said, looking at the storage bag around the masked boy's waist and the silver needle in the yellow man's hand.

As for the other strong man, he didn't look at it at all. Although the strong man is a high-level friar, his strength is far inferior to these two.

These two hands use high-level magic tools. Zhao's one eye is greedy.

"Don't you give your magic tools and various treasures to old Zhao quickly? Can't old Zhao really do it?" at this time, the man who had just calmed down on the side looked at the masked boy with an angry look.

In a twinkling of an eye, he became a supporter of Zhao one eyed.

For the man's behavior, Zhao's one eyed mouth tilted slightly and didn't look back at all. Because his goal is the two opposite, since the man intends to help him, he will not refuse.

For the man's words, the masked boy did not answer, but looked at Zhao one eye on crutches.

"I'm afraid not. Although your cultivation is the top level of every body, it's just a little more aura than us. What can it really do to us?" the young man took out a pill from the storage bag and swallowed it.

His pale face suddenly showed a lot of blood and ruddy. I don't know what magic medicine he was taking. He recovered a lot of aura in a very short time.

The old man didn't take this opportunity to do it, because the man standing by Huang Tianguan had pinched the formula, and the silver needle floated in his palm.

"Broken ice silver needle! Who are you?" Zhao narrowed his eyes and suddenly changed his face and voice.

"Do you recognize?" the man in yellow was stunned and then looked at the masked boy with a dignified face.

The masked boy's eyes also became tough and nodded at the same time.

At this time, when they looked at the old man again, their eyes were full of killing opportunities.

"You, are you from Bingzhou?" I don't know why. The old man looked at the broken ice and silver needle and determined that both of them were from Bingzhou.

Chu Xiong's eyes flickered slightly, carefully staring at the silver needle floating in the air, and he had a dispute in his heart.

It seems that this broken ice silver needle is an important thing of Bingzhou Huangtian temple. Otherwise, how could Zhao Duyan recognize their identity at a glance? Unexpectedly, the masked boy was connected with the enemy of Bingzhou.

I don't know what they are doing here?

"Bingzhou!" the man standing by whispered, and then suddenly thought of something, and his face changed greatly.

"Now that you know, you can't leave here alive." the masked boy said so. With one hand, he pinched the magic formula. The blue dagger that had floated there flashed again and disappeared.

"No!"

Zhao one eye's eyes shot a cold light. When he lifted the crutch with one hand, he saw the green light flashing on the crutch. The branches that were originally on the crutches grew instantly and completely wrapped the old man in them.

From a distance, the old man seemed to turn into a pine tree.

What kind of magic is this?

Chu Xiong's eyes lit up.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the man not far from Zhao one eye sent out a scream.

Chu Xiong shook his head and looked over. The masked boy's disappeared dagger had floated behind the man, and blood was dripping on it.

It turned out that after the dagger disappeared, it did not attack the one eyed old man, but stabbed the man.

At that time, the man was in a daze. He couldn't guard against the way of the masked boy. The good high-level cultivation of every body didn't play at all, so he was killed by the blue dagger!

Triumphant five friends, completely dead

When he saw the old man standing there, he suddenly turned back and showed the old man's wrinkled face. He glanced at the dead body beside him and gave a cold hum.

He was a little annoyed at the tension he had just felt.

A young man with medium-level cultivation made him shrink behind a tree like a turtle. At the thought of this, the old man was cruel in his heart. As soon as the pine tree was collected, it was restored to a crutch.

Then the old man knocked his crutch on the ground,

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