Supreme Medicinal God

The old man who chopped wood greeted Ouyang knife with a smile: "Walk so far, tired, go to the house for a cup of tea. I haven't had any outsiders here for a long time."

After walking so far, Ouyang Dao was really thirsty. When the old man chopped wood greeted himself, he walked into the house.

The chalet is not big, it is very clean, there is a table of eight immortals, a tea set is placed on the table, and a kettle is stewed on a stove in the corner.

The water in the kettle is already boiling, sprayed with thick water vapor.

Ouyang Dao was also polite and sat down at the table.

The old man carried the kettle from the stove to the table: "It's better to have come by chance than before. My water has just been cooked and I can just make tea."

"Then thank you."

"Don't worry, my water here is made from the waterfall spring water of Nanyu Mountain. It is sweet and delicious. The tea is also green tea on the tea tree on the mountainside of Nanyu Mountain. I promise you to drink it once and think twice."

The tea set on the table is relatively simple, but when it is poured into boiling water, the fragrance will come out in a while, and the fragrance will fill the room, refreshing the heart, and making Ouyang knife amazing.

"Elderly, your tea is so fragrant. Living in this mountain forest is a bit remote, but the mountain is beautiful and the scenery is beautiful. It is a good place to live."

After making tea for Ouyang knife, the old man continued to chop his firewood.

Ouyang knife sat at the table, facing the old man's chopping wood.

The sharp axe shimmered in the sunlight, almost reflecting the eyes of Ouyang Dao.

Ouyang knife likes weapons, usually playing with his silver-man flying knife, he can see at a glance that this short-handled axe for cutting wood is not an ordinary axe, the cold light reflected does not spread, and emits a cold air, clearly cold Cast by iron.

The old man looked weak, but he lifted his axe and cut it violently, splitting a piece of firewood into two pieces, the cut was neat and clean, and the old man had good arm strength.

He was surprised: "Old man, how many years have you lived here?"

"No more, no less, forty-five years."

"Oh, do you cut wood every day?"

"Yes, since I moved here, I chopped firewood and chopped firewood every day, made a little money, and raised the disabled year."

Ouyang Dao suddenly became alert in his heart: "This practice makes perfect, and it's really good. Old man, you are as good as a magic weapon master. Your axe is not an ordinary axe. It's a pity to use it to cut wood."

The old man showed a strange smile: "You have good eyesight, but my axe was cast with a thousand years of cold iron. It is better to use it to cut wood than to kill people."

As soon as the words fell, the sharp axe in the hand of the old man who cut the wood flew out and threw at the Ouyang knife.

Ouyang Dao has been alert for a long time. The old man who cut wood looks weak, but his arm strength is amazing. With the sharp axe, his identity is not as simple as the man who cut wood.

Ding, Ouyang Sword's Yinyue Flying Sword has been shot, sandwiched with the surging fairy, collided with the short-handled axe, but actually did not hit the axe, he felt that the axe contained a strong power, and his Yinyue flew the knife and flew out diagonally.

Ouyang knife flipped backwards, flashing over the sharp axe.

He has been fighting the demon people for a few days. His beard is a little long, and he was accidentally cut off by a sharp axe.

He even felt a chill in his chin. The cold ice blade of the short-handed axe swept across his chin, and his white beard fell in the air.

He was surprised in his heart. If he slowed down half a beat, he would not only shave off his beard, but his chin might be shaved off.

He was even more shocked that the sharp axe could actually whirl freely in the hands of the old man who was cutting wood. Just after avoiding the sharp axe in front of him, he could hear the wind whizzing behind his head and another forward flip.

The gleaming axe wiped the back of his head and flew back into the palm of the old man.

The old man did not look like the old dragon bell just now. His waist was straighter than that of the strong man. The skin that had shriveled just now became full, and his body became stronger like an inflated balloon.

From a skinny old man, in the blink of an eye, he turned into a strong and strong man with a fleshy face, staring fiercely at Ouyang Dao, and a pair of horns on the top of his head, clearly a demon strong man.

Ouyang Dao is suspicious. Does this demonic man use transformation?How can you be regarded as an elderly person?If he was dazzling, why didn't Jiang Qi see it?

He secretly hated that the demon man was too cunning and disguised as an old man, so realistic.

"What kind of person are you, whether it is a human or a demon, can you transform?"

It is considered an insult to the demons by Ouyang Dao to transform into a human being. The demons have a contemptuous look: "Bah, Laozi didn't transform into an adult. It's because you're blind, try my axe again."

The Mozu Dahan rushed into the house with a smile, lifted the axe and chopped. Ouyang knife turned over and escaped the sharp axe, but the solid wood eight immortal table beside him was cut by the axe.

Rather than saying that the Eight Immortals table was cut down, it was better to say that it was smashed by an axe and the pieces of wood were scattered all over the floor.

The sharp axe shimmered like a venomous thread, chasing Ouyang knife tightly.

The demon people have amazing arm strength, and the cold iron axe occasionally emits a faint cold awn, just like when I was cutting wood, I thought it was the reflected light, and I only understood it in the house. It was the cold awn from the cold iron axe itself. .

This short-handed axe is actually a magic weapon, and the demon people have excellent arm strength and strong demon body, at least a magic weapon level above the fifth-level magic general.

The space in the room was small, and Ouyang's knife was almost cut. Fortunately, he moved like lightning, leaped in the house, hid, and broke the wooden mullion from the window, and jumped outside.

Picking up the sawdust from her hair, Ouyang's face was gray and dusty, and she was panting and tired. She didn't understand that this Demon Dahan first turned into an adult tribe and wanted to kill herself.

The demon figure is too burly to drill through the narrow window mound, but the devil man, with a few axes, split the window of the wooden house into a large hole and chased it from there.

He asked coldly: "What do you want to do, do I have a hatred against you, do you have to kill me?"

"Don't be wordy, you must die."

"There must be a reason to kill people."

"There is no reason for you, you are dead."

Seeing the demon Dahan speaks decisively, although he doesn't know the exact reason, he vaguely feels that he has come to Nanyu Mountain to find the military factory.

Listening to the other party saying that you are dead, obviously includes Jiang Qi who came with him.

If it is because of the military factory, then Jiang Qi must be in danger?

He looked worriedly in the direction of Jiang Qi.

Mozu Dahan sneered: "You don't have to worry about your companion, someone from there greets him."

Ouyang Dao was secretly anxious in his heart, and quickly raised a loud roar to the sky to remind Jiang Qi of danger.

(End of this chapter)

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