"Who dares to break into my Black Wind Village, how many people are there!" shouted the red-faced Jiao.

"Just, just one person!"

"What, just one person? How did he get in?"

"He just kicked the gate down like that, with that kick......"

Before the words fell, only the sound of "bang" was heard, and an iron spear flew in, which was inserted in the center of the main hall, and a figure appeared in front of the red-faced Jiao like a ghost.

At a glance, when he saw the silver hair of the person who came, the red-faced Jiao understood. Xindao: I also said that I would arrest him tomorrow, and my feelings were sent to the door by myself!

The person who came was naturally Mu Qing.

Behind him were thirty or forty minions, each with a knife and a gun, but they hid in the distance with their necks shrunk and stared, not daring to step forward.

Mu Qing glanced at the two people in front of him and said, "You are the red-faced Jiao?

The red-faced Jiao snorted coldly and said, "I am the red-faced Jiao Lu Yong, this is my third brother, the yellow-robed real person!"

He laughed again and said, "My second brother black-faced tiger Youtong, you killed him?"

Mu Qing smiled coldly and said, "Yes, I killed it!"

"What a big boldness! Lao Tzu hasn't gone to you for revenge, but you have sent it to the door! This is better, the provincial Lao Tzu will run again!" Lu Yong shouted loudly, but he didn't dare to step forward.

The yellow-robed old man slowly stood up, giggled at Mu Qing, swept towards Mu Qing with a wisp of divine sense, and quickly took it back, saying, "It seems that I think too much, is it really a mortal?"

Hearing this, Mu Qing couldn't help but feel moved, and said secretly: Could it be that this old Taoist is a monk? This is really a coincidence!

Thinking so, he stared intently at the old way.

Lu Yong also looked at Lao Dao and said in a deep voice: "Third brother, you said that he is a mortal?"

The old man said: "It won't be wrong! All monks, no matter what kind of cultivation, have spiritual power fluctuations on their bodies, even if they are suppressed, it is impossible to suppress them without revealing the slightest, and this person...... Hehe, he doesn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on his body, he is just a mortal, but his strength is greater than others!"

When Lu Yong heard this, his waist immediately stiffened by three points, and he shouted at Mu Qing: "Boy, I don't care who you are, kneel down for grandpa now, maybe grandpa I'm in a good mood, and I can spare you from dying!"

Although Mu Qing has lost his divine sense, his eyesight is still there, and through the brilliance in the eyes of this old Taoist and the breath when he speaks, he has roughly judged this person's cultivation.

Listening to Lu Yong's exclamation of his martial arts, Mu Qing smiled again and said: "What mortal? Monk? I don't understand this! Bare-faced Jiao Lu Yong, right? I will return what you said just now, and I would like to give you two a sentence: Dissolve the Black Wind Village immediately, and then kneel in front of the master to reflect until the master is satisfied! Otherwise, although God has the virtue of a good life, your master does not have that compassion!"

The yellow-robed real person stepped forward, shook his little head, and said with a cruel smile: "A mere mortal dares to be rampant in front of this immortal family?"

As these words came out, I saw him pinch a trick in his hand violently, and shouted, "Kneel down for grandpa!"

The two benches behind Mu Qing flew up, one smashed into the back of Mu Qing's head, and the other smashed into Mu Qing's knee.

Mu Qing just stood like that, letting the two benches smash on her body, making two "bang, bang" sounds, and the sawdust flew.

The yellow-robed real person seemed a little surprised, but quickly suppressed his surprise and said with a smile: "Such a strong muscle, I really underestimated you! It seems that if I don't miss some real skills, I really can't take you!"

As he spoke, the magic trick in his hand changed, and a ball of fire came out of his palm.

The little minions around him were eye-opening, and they cheered and coaxed:

"The three masters are superb!"

"The three masters are immortal cultivators, look at your kid is still rampant!"

"Burn him, burn him!"

The yellow-robed real person hugged this fireball and said with a cruel smile: "Boy, see it! This is immortal art! If you don't want to turn into a cloud of flying ashes, I advise you to kneel down for grandpa quickly!"

Mu Qing's previous judgment on this person's cultivation was only an estimate, but seeing this floating and unreal fireball reborn, he suddenly became more convinced, this person was just a monk in the spiritual period, and his estimated qualifications were also poor, and his cultivation skills were even worse.

Thinking of this, Mu Qing put on a surprised expression, stared at the fireball and said, "Strange! You are holding a fire in your hand, isn't it hot?"

The yellow-robed real person was almost angry and vomited blood, he was really a little angry, and shouted, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Dao Master will send you back to the West - Pure Yang Gathering Fire Divine Skill!", pushing with both hands, the fireball shot towards Mu Qing.

The distance between the two sides was only five zhang, and the fireball arrived in front of Mu Qing in a blink of an eye. I saw Mu Qing suddenly poke out his left hand, and his five fingers turned into claws to grab the fireball.

only heard the sound of "poof", and the fireball was grabbed by Mu Qing in his hand, just like grabbing a hydrangea thrown by a woman.

Mu Qing smiled and said, "It's a little interesting, it's really not hot?" As he spoke, his five fingers were folded and he grabbed it gently, and the fireball made a "bang" sound, as if it had been squeezed into a balloon, turned into a little firelight, and scattered in all directions......

The yellow-robed real person's eyes almost didn't fall out, and his body jumped backwards, shouting: "None, none, immeasurable Tianzun!

Mu Qing saw that he was almost playing him, and he stopped talking nonsense, his body swept forward, and he grabbed the yellow-robed real person with his hand, and pointed the Nirvana gun inserted in the ground on his toes, and the Nirvana gun turned into a black python and shot towards Lu Yong, piercing a hole the size of a bowl in his chest, and nailed into the pillar with a bang.

The body of the yellow-robed real person is Mu Qing's opponent, as soon as he escaped to the back door, he was choked by Mu Qing's neck, and his whole body was suddenly sore, and he was lifted up like a little quail.

The little minions around him who were still coaxing just now looked at Lu Yong, who was still poking there "through the front and back", almost peed his pants, I don't know who took the lead first, "Wow-" sounded, and ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye.

I don't know who turned his brain quickly, and when he went out, he closed the door of the temple, knocked down the weapon rack, and blocked the door from the outside.

......

Mu Qing carried this yellow-robed real person to the position where the two of them were drinking just now, and his hand exerted a little force.

"Hey, the seniors, the seniors, the seniors spare their lives! The younger generations don't know Mount Tai with their eyes, they can't recognize the true face of their predecessors, and they don't dare to intentionally offend their predecessors!"

At this moment, no matter how stupid the yellow-robed real person was, he could guess that Mu Qing was a "monk", and his cultivation was much higher than him.

Mu Qing shook his hand and slammed the yellow-robed real person on the ground in front of him, and let out another miserable howl.

I only heard a muffled sound of "poof" on one side, and it turned out that it was Lu Yong's body that finally fell to the ground, and the expression on his face was still incredible.

......

There was no need for Mu Qing to speak, I saw the yellow robe real person kneeling forward and crawling a few steps, coming to Mu Qing's feet, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and said with a crying voice: "The younger generation knows that it is wrong, the younger generation knows that it is wrong, the younger generation is a dog who does not know Mount Tai, and the younger generation is a dog who can't spit out ivory in his mouth, and it is a dog that bites...... Anyway, the juniors are not as good as a dog in front of the seniors, and they also ask the seniors to have a large number of them, sparing the juniors this time. ”

Although he is only a casual cultivator, he also knows in his heart that most of the people who cultivate immortals are ruthless, and they regard human life more like a mustard, and now in the face of this "senior power" who is not known how many times higher than his own, he wants to save his own life, only keep saying good things, admit it, and practice himself seriously, so that the other party is comfortable, and he may still have a glimmer of life.

Mu Qing understands the situation of the Immortal Cultivation Realm in the Heaven Replenishment Continent, even if it is an ordinary casual cultivation, he will not mix with mortals casually, his luck is incomparable, and within a month, he actually let himself meet two monks one after another. Although the difference between the two is huge.

Therefore, Mu Qing was a little curious about the yellow-robed real person in front of him, snorted coldly, and said, "Give you a chance, let's talk!"

Hearing this, the yellow-robed real person seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and said like pouring beans: "The younger generation is willing to be the slave of the predecessor forever, for the predecessor to saddle the horse and the horse, and the firepower in the water, never give up, never give up——"