Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang also had to seal the counterattack.

Sealing against the enemy is the most civilized way of fighting between the wizards. It is generally used for discussion and the power of the printing is not strong. However, because the two face face-to-face fighting methods, seeing the move, everything is in the blink of an eye, and it is a test of a mage. The ability to adapt to the situation and the level of mana.

Ye Shaoyang smiled slightly, and he grew up from small to big. Followed by Qingyunzi, he went to the demon to catch ghosts. Every time he passed a Taoist temple, Qingyunzi would go to the door and mix and drink. If the other party is a mage, he will let him learn from each other.

From the age of ten, Ye Shaoyang has not lost to anyone, of course, this is also because some of the master-level characters are self-proclaimed and do not want to fight with him.

However, it was a child. Today, Ye Shaoyang has a lot of self-confidence. Just by saying how to fight the law, there are not many people in the world who can get out of the 20 strokes under their own hands.

However, with the continuation of the fighting, the smile on Ye Shaoyang's face froze: in a blink of an eye, the old Taoist has dismantled more than 30 strokes with himself.

And this old man looks weak and can't help but wind, but it really hits up, the speed of the hand is extremely fast, and one shot can actually change five handprints! This can always be your own unique skill!

"Who are you in the end!" Ye Shaoyang asked back and responded with surprise.

The eyelids of the old Taoist priests slowly opened and shot the same shocked eyes.

"When did Maoshan come out with such a strange door?"

"Who are you so amazing!"

"Hey you?" The old Taoist was a little surprised.

Ye Shaoyang immediately remembered that he was probably misunderstood. This old Taoist priest is boasting himself, this wonderful is not a strange one.

Both of them are masters, and they are single-minded. Speaking does not affect the fighting, and there are hundreds of tricks in the blink of an eye.

Ye Shaoyang is hard to meet an opponent. The more he fights, the more he tries, and he screams in his mouth: "Come here, fight for three hundred rounds!"

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priests fluttered back and turned back to the hands, and a mixed sigh of anger came from the palms.

Hard to come?

"Use the sword to bully you." Ye Shaoyang inserted the seven-star Longquan sword into his pajama pants, and also double-handedly printed and attacked.

"Boom!" A suffocating hedge, Ye Shaoyang was directly attacked by the earthquake, watching the old Taoist figure only slightly shake, they will seize the momentum.

After landing, it fell just next to the stone monument.

Seeing the old Taoist priest smiled and walked over, Ye Shaoyang hurriedly squatted on the stone tablet, reopened the eight-figure map with the fastest speed, and drilled in. The voice of the old Taoist was heard from behind the head: "The kid should not leave!"

A black front, feeling heavy body, Ye Shaoyang opened his eyes and found himself back in the bedroom, still leaning on the bed, checking the whole body, arms and legs.

It’s finally coming back... this feeling is great.

Fortunately, the old Taoist did not come over.

Don't you go? Keep waiting to die?

"You are awake, you will call 120 if you don't wake up again."

When Ye Shaoyang turned his head, he saw the pony sitting on the bedside table and immediately thought of something. He asked: "I have been lying here?"

"Yeah, like a dead pig, how can I not wake up, Lin Sansheng said that you entered the painting, went in to find you, did you see him?"

Ye Shaoyang nodded, and his heart was very puzzled: his body is clearly here, indicating that he was wearing the soul, and where did the body in his painting come from? Is it the projection of the past?

This kind of thing simply doesn't make sense, and I simply don't want to.

In the face of the pony's inquiries, Ye Shaoyang said much more lazy, driving him away and going to bed.

In my mind, I thought about the experience of painting the world, especially the old Taoist. The strength of this cargo is simply hanging out.

Although he had a battle with Cao Lei, Mana warned that he had only recovered half of the mana for a week, and that the last hard fight did not work out, but the old cow’s nose did not seem to be fully effective.

According to this, if both sides are fighting hard, 80% of them are not opponents...

This old cow's nose, at least the place of the fairy, or even the legendary fairy is also possible!

There are absolutely no Taoist priests in the world!

Therefore, there is only one possibility. This old Taoist priest is one of the predecessors of Lin Sansheng who entered the world of painting and has not come out in the past. He has cultivated for a few hundred years, and he has made great achievements.

With such a thought, Ye Shaoyang was shocked by a cold sweat. Fortunately, the other party did not have a killer, otherwise it would be a problem if he could come back alive.

But...the old Taoist priest stayed in it for so long, and said that he must return to the world to be right. Why do you see that you have opened the eight-figure map, don’t just plung it in, and what is the meaning of your own fighting?

Could he not be malicious to himself?

Looking down at the Shanhe community, Ye Shaoyang wanted to go in and ask the old Taoist, but he did not dare to take risks and warned himself that he would not be able to go in anyway in the future.

The world in the painting is simply terrible, and you are still squatting in the world.

After collecting the Shanhe community's map, Ye Shaoyang was in a messy mood and didn't feel sleepy. So he sat down at the desk and continued to push the big Zhoutian mentality. After completing one, he went to bed and meditated and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing.

As soon as the phone was connected, I heard the voice of Xie Yuqing yelling, "Shaoyang, Lisa Building has an accident!"

"Where?"

"The Lisa Building is the building that we went to last night, the fox-like building!"

Ye Shaoyang Teng sat up and said, "What happened?"

"There was a glass cleaner who fell from the upstairs and fell to death, but I suspect it was not an accident. It would not be so smart. Would you like to go to the scene?"

"Of course!"

"Then go first, I am on the road, see you later."

Hanging up the phone, Ye Shaoyang sat up and thought about the situation that Xie Yuqing said. The cold voice reminded me of a woman’s voice: "What happened?"

Ye Shaoyang turned around and saw a girl lying in bed, scared not to jump up, and fixed eyes on Chen Lu.

"You, how do you sleep in my bed?"

"I see it dawn, come out from the yin and yang mirror, breathe, just lie down, what are you nervous?"

Chen Lu turned his eyes in disapproval. "You are a human being, I am a ghost. I can't take you any more. I will say that I am still coming."

"That won't work! If you want to sleep in the little horse, sleep, or go to sleep on the sofa, you will do this again, I, I will be welcome!"

Sitting in bed with a female ghost, what is this...

Chen Lu snorted and returned to the Yin Yang mirror.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Shaoyang took a taxi to the Lisha Building downstairs. The scene has surrounded a lot of people watching the crowd. Some policemen are setting up a warning line. It seems that things have just happened.

Ye Shaoyang couldn't squeeze in. He was about to call Xie Yuqing and saw her coming from afar and beckoning.