The martial arts of the great man is not bad, and he practices internally, horizontally, and true energy have a certain degree of fire, but he is even worse than this little Taoist boy.

This little Taoist boy who looked only eleven or two had a dangerous aura on his body.

It's not martial arts, it seems not a strange technique...

"Tactics?!"

Yang Yu suddenly remembered what the aura was on his body.

This aura is very similar to the armor-breaking talisman that Xu Wenji gave him when he killed Jilong Mountain in Qingzhou Prefecture!

"Don't get me wrong, we have no malice."

The big man smiled bitterly and bowed, his voice gathering through the strong wind:

"In Xiafu Shui Temple, Niu San, this is the Taoist priest of my family, Miaomiao."

"It's the real person Miaomiao!"

The little Taoist corrected his name dissatisfiedly, coughed, and put his hands behind his back, pretending to be majestic:

"This true person is mastered by Fu Shuiguan Qingyi, and this dynasty Yunni Da Zhenren is my master!"

Yunni Taoist?

Yang Yu's heart moved.

After the horse entered the world, the martial arts world of the world declined day by day, and the Buddhist and Taoist schools were also seriously injured, but some people naturally rose.

Fu Shui Temple is one of them.

His subject, Taoist Yunni, was a guest of honor for the ministers and ministers in the court. He was deeply trusted by the emperors of the dynasty and was of high authority.

It is faintly known as the national teacher.

He is one of the most successful Taoists in the world.

The poor old Taoist priests of Moyunmen mentioned the most. Of course, there was a lot of disdain in their words, thinking that it was contrary to Taoist practice.

"I'm asking you what you are! Whose name is yours? What martial arts did you use before?"

Seeing that Yang Yu didn't reply, the little Taoist boy suddenly glared and put his hands on his hips.

"Who is my last name? What kind of martial arts do you have to do with you?"

Yang Yu replied indifferently, but his heart moved.

As Qi Gang said, the support from Long Yuandao should be this little guy...

"Oh!"

After being blocked by someone like this, the little Taoist boy was suddenly angry. He stretched out his hand and took out something from his arms:

"What a real person's identity? Will he take advantage of you? Teach me, I'll use this for you!"

Yu Yang looked closely.

It was a black wooden sword, half a palm-sized size, with a dull and rough surface, with only a crooked rune engraved on the sword.

"My little ancestor!"

Yang Yu didn't say anything, but Niu San was so scared that he flew to the sky. He held his hand and his body was trembling:

"You, why do you dare to take anything?"

“Not changing.”

Although Yang Yu was a little curious, he didn't want to get into this trouble. He fell into the clouds and mist with just a little while, and he no longer saw him by counting the cliffs.

"What are you doing to stop me!"

From afar, Yang Yu could hear the sound of the little Taoist priest jumping.

"I hope this little guy is not a helping hand sent by Long Yuandao..."

Yu Yang frowned secretly.

He has been to Yuanming Valley for nine days, and the riots in Yuanming Valley have experienced twice. As he sensed, the black air in Yuanming Valley became stronger and stronger.

He guessed that it was probably not long before the young girl was born.

This little guy seems to have many treasures and many talismans on his body, but for such a big naughty child, it would be nice not to help him.

He thought in his heart, but his movements did not stop. Not long after, he had returned to the campsite, and saw many strange faces coming from the temporary camp.

Carriages were entering and exiting, carrying boxes of Thunderbolt thunder bombs.

From afar, Yang Yu's eyes shrank.

On the hill, a man stood with his hands behind his back and looked into the valley. The man was not tall and not strong, but just looking at him, his breath seemed to be heavier than the hill below his feet.
Chapter completed!