Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

At the end of the path is a small garden full of plum blossoms. There is a deaf and mute old man with a hunchback who looks like a log at the door. The head is little by little, but he is about to fall asleep.

Hearing the movement, some cloudy eyes looked at Qian Yiwei and the two, as if they didn't see it, and then fell asleep little by little.

Qian Yiwei smiled, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it in the old man's hand.

The old man calmly withdrew his hand. Although his eyes were closed, his hand pointed in one direction.

Qian Yiwei smiled, motioned for Fan to mute, and then quietly touched a building.

This is not the right way at first glance, the surnamed Fan raised his eyebrows, touched his chin, and followed him out of curiosity.

Walking to a wall, I saw Qian Yiwei took out a dagger and carefully removed a green brick from the wall. Looking at the old traces on it, it looked like it had been done many times.

Qian Yiwei first looked at the situation inside, and after confirming that it was correct, he stepped aside and motioned for the surnamed Fan to come forward.

The curiosity of the surname Fan was completely suspended, and he couldn't wait to lie at the entrance of the cave and look.

I saw that the water vapor inside was hazy, the aroma was fragrant, and from time to time, I could hear two humming sounds like a tingling. That voice was really hooking, and Qian Yiwei's nose bleed came out all of a sudden.

He was very experienced and took out a cloth to wipe it, but Fan, on the other hand, still looked indifferent.

Ninety-nine percent of the other party was a woman taking a bath, so she could not be said to be a great beauty. The problem is, he can't see the use of farts?

In the middle of the wall and the bathhouse, there was actually a huge screen blocking it, which was still the kind of very thick wooden carved triple screen.

The surnamed Fan was itching, and wished he could rush in and kick the screen to shreds.

It is said that before he was injured, he had the ability to pacify the entire Taiyi Sect, because he was not an ordinary person, but a real monk, and Fan Yicai of Hailingzong was him.

His cultivation has already surpassed 99% of the monks here. Now there is nothing to do, but the injury from the ruins of the **** king is too heavy, and the recovery of spiritual energy is slow, so I dare not do it lightly, for fear of aggravating the injury.

In addition, many of his talismans, spiritual treasures, and even immortal treasures were all used up in the process of being surrounded and intercepted.

At this moment, he is just a little bit more powerful than normal people. Of course, just a little bit is enough for this group of people to drink a pot.

I saw that he was impatient to reach out to grab the building, but it looked like he was going to break through with brute force.

Qian Yiwei's face changed greatly with fright. It's okay. If this makes things worse, he will have to die.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about wiping nosebleeds or looking at beauties, so he pulled Fan Yicai directly and was about to leave.

Who is Fan Yi? Can anyone take care of it?

His hand was like a slippery snake. Qian Yiwei grabbed and pulled it several times, but he didn't catch it, so anxious that the sweat on his forehead came out.

Just when they didn't know what to do, they heard an earth-shattering coughing sound behind the two of them, but it was a warning sound from the deaf, dumb and hunchbacked old man.

Immediately, a woman's arrogant voice came from the bathroom, "Who is outside? Courting death!"

Then there was the sound of "squeaky" water, but the woman quickly got out of the bath and put on her clothes.

When Fan Yicai saw this, he was stunned, and he was about to kick the old man viciously, "Get in the way! Go to hell!"

Qian Yiwei couldn't just sit back and ignore it, the dagger in his hand snorted and shot at Fan Yicai's thigh.

Fan Yicai didn't even look at it, and he didn't hide, but he let the dagger come straight at him. It was obviously human flesh, but sparks were fired, and there was a metallic crashing sound.

But it was Fan Yicai who used a small amount of spiritual energy in his body to give himself an indiscriminate protection.

Not only did the dagger not stab Fan Yicai, but it was instantly broken due to the strong reaction force. Seeing this scene, Qian Yiwei trembled, is this **** still human?

Fan Yicai's legs were not idle, and his castration did not diminish at all, and he violently kicked down the bulging lump of flesh on the old man's back.

In an instant, the old man fell to the ground, but he didn't fall to the ground after being kicked by Fan Yicai.

Instead, he coughed so much that his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidney were about to vomit, and suddenly he threw himself on the ground, just avoiding the disaster.

Failing to make a single blow made Fan Yicai a little embarrassed. He put away his previous cynicism and stepped on the old man on the ground.

If this kick is implemented, the old man's big head will have to explode.

It was another accident. The old man turned over so easily when he was on the verge of death, and just avoided it.

This scene is really too thrilling, Qian Yiwei's heart was beating thumping, and he almost didn't get sick.

Others may not know the origin of the old man, and only regard him as a flower keeper who guards the small plum garden.

However, Qian Yiwei is a very clever person. When he is idle and bored, he occasionally goes to the archives in the sect to read the biography of Wei (...) people.

It's amazing that the information of this bad old man is actually mixed in it. However, he is still very mysterious. He has no name, age, and only a few words to tell his past.

"Name: Wumingjun. Gender: Male. Appearance: Deaf, dumb, hunchbacked. Age: Fascinated. Temperament: greedy and lustful. Strength: immeasurable! Likes: Huanxisan. Avoid: Provocation! Be careful there is no place to die!"

Qian Yiwei curiously turned the entire sect upside down, and finally found someone in this dead corner.

It's just that at that time, the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and he insisted that his martial arts skills were extraordinary, so he wanted to try the old man's skills, whether it was as recorded in the data.

He decisively carried out a sneak attack, and then was decisively cleaned up.

The old man just dodged with ease, and his movements were fast and precise, he slapped him with a backhand, and slapped him around, unable to recover for a long time.

If he hadn't taken out a bottle of Huanxi San prepared in time, he would have been buried under the tree by the old man as flower fertilizer.

The old man finally let him go, and kindly pointed out a benefit to him, that is, the hole where he looked at the bath just now.

At this time, the two were fighting together. If the old man had an accident, he didn't know who else could control the surname Fan. He also regretted it now, why did he have to bring people here. If that ink tiger chases after him, he won't be able to resist.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about the two of them, he just wanted to escape. But I heard a woman shouting from the roof, "Flower thief, where are you running!"

What followed was a flying knife as thin as a cicada's wings, which just wiped the skin in front of Qian Yiwei's door, and nailed it to the tree trunk beside him.

This dangerous knife completely blocked Qian Yiwei's way. He looked at the woman with water dripping in fear, and said embarrassingly, "Junior Sister Xi..."