Wu Ming's heart was full of murderous intent, but he felt something was wrong when he heard this. The other party deliberately said that the Li family seemed to be framed, but the matter of Moutu and Qufu was very confidential, and it seemed to be true.

Wang Heng, who was beside him, had a quick mind. He probably knew the situation of the Wu family. He asked Wu Ming about his desire to join the Laoshan Sect. He guessed it almost without leaving any other way and said sneered: "This Ma Weizhang is a famous ranger in Jinan County. He is also a warrior. He probably wants to seize your Wenqu Fu and let the Li family take the blame."

"Samurai..." Wu Ming became serious. Although cultivators in the Emperor Han world are the mainstream, they also have some systems of edges and corners. Among them, the only people who have tempered the title of "skin and bone" to the peak and entered the Taoist utmost to the martial arts are qualified.

He has the ability to be fearless and not afraid of swords and invade cold and heat. He is at least a centurion in the army and has been officially awarded the title of the country. It is equivalent to the first step in the path of the strange fairy. Now Wu Ming is not sure and secretly complains that "I thought he was a minion with such a low prefix."

There was a silence in the temple. In fact, there was the protection of the mountain god. As long as he did not leave the temple, there would be no trouble, but his reputation was destroyed, so Wu Ming decisively walked out.

There is no chance in the "Go" in the Han Dynasty. Only by fighting will others look up to you and sweep away their peers, so that they can be favored by the great Taoist sects. Of course, there is another reason because if you can escape, the monks cannot escape the temple, and the other party will be blocked here.

Just as Wu Ming was about to go out, Wang Heng suddenly called him: "Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

Wu Ming frowned and looked at him. Although the two of them were fellow villagers, they were not so close to this point. It was too easy for a ranger who was rampant in the big county to deal with these guards.

"Do you know? Every person who wants to join the Laoshan Sect, if this thought arises in his mind and takes actual actions, a strong disaster will be caused by the interweaving of luck. It is considered an introductory test of the Laoshan Sect. I don't know the specific details, it seems to be related to a treasure in Laoshan."

Wang Heng smiled and explained: "So we unite! Take care of each other. This time I will help you through the tribulation, and next time you will help me get rid of the tribulation."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ming suddenly realized that no wonder his enemies have come up one after another recently and insisted on killing him. Although the reasons are reasonable, it is too coincidental. He has been suppressed by Hou Zhu, and his luck is so unfaithful. It turns out that it was targeted by Laoshan Sect.

Wu Ming believed Wang Heng's words because the Wang family spent a huge amount of money to build a temple to specialize in condensing talismans. Every ten years, a treasure that is very much more than Wenqu talismans was born. Almost every generation, people have worshipped Laoshan, which is much more powerful than the Wu family. It is normal to know about the inside story of Laoshan.

This is the special feature of the Wang family. It is a powerful family, but it is close to the Taoist sect. The government does not look at monks and Buddhas. In addition...

"My family has been in the army for generations, and their own strength is only a little less than that of Ma Weizhang. Don't worry about me." Wang Heng saw Wu Ming looking at him and thought the other party did not trust his strength, so he added specifically.

Wu Ming nodded with a normal expression and said, "Okay, I remember Brother Boping's kindness today. If there is anything in the future, Ming will definitely help you." But he sighed in his heart, I am afraid that only the Wang family can survive the attacks in the first three years.

The two of them walked out of the temple to meet the enemy together, and more than a dozen guards also followed the young master loyally.

Wu Ming saw the appearance of the great ranger clearly in the dark night. He was rough and bold, eight feet tall and covered in sharp armor. He rode a red nine-foot horse under him. His mane was as vigorous as flames, his sharp teeth were prominent, as if he had bloodlines of monsters.

"You are the son of the Wu family?" Ma Weizhang suddenly glared at the visitor, shouting like thunder. The loud noise made everyone temporarily deaf, fearful and terrified, and the surrounding branches shaking.

raging!

He drove the horse forward, and the strong blood and blood on his body were overflowing, and the heat waves rolled. Wu Ming saw a layer of red flames covering the body of the man, and the power of the warrior was extraordinary.

The dozen guards around couldn't help but take two or three steps back, but Wu Ming and the others remained calm.

"Oh? Who are you kids? How dare you trek into this muddy water?" Ma Weizhang raised his horse whip and pointed at Wang Heng in surprise.

"I am Wang Heng, Yangqiu County. Ma Weizhang, you are rampant in the countryside, fish and meat, and the death of the people is here today." Wang Heng scolded.

"Tsk, I haven't heard of it. I'm just an unknown person." Unexpectedly, the Ranger looked at Wu Ming and smiled grimly: "I heard that you have a monk and protector. This time you are near the temple, how can you show off your power?!"

Seeing this, Wang Heng stomped his feet, and Wu Ming looked surprised. Unexpectedly, the immortal official behind the scenes told him even this information, and then specially chose the mountain temple as the battlefield. It was a prudent matter.

The practitioners in this world practice spiritual energy to cultivate immortals for the soul and to motivate the outside world to cast spells. The same form is like the wizard of the alchemist. There is a great power to suppress spirituality near the mountain temple, so it is extremely unfavorable to the practitioners.

Unfortunately, Wu Ming is different. He opened his own "small source" and created something out of nothing. With the blood of the great witch, the temple is naturally his home court. If necessary, he can force the power of the mountain god by relying on the method of sacrifice.

This is the domineering witches. Those who dare to underestimate ghosts and gods will suffer heavy consequences.

Wang Heng, who was standing by, couldn't help but take action. He knew that if Ma Weizhang drove the horse first, the people and horses would join forces to kill people, and the gods would kill gods.

"Drink!" Wang Shaojun drew his sword and rushed forward. He actually had strong blood and blood rising from his body. The long sword in his hand stabbed the brown and red horse at a strange angle. He saw the spirit monkey stealing peaches. It was simple and fatal, and it was a typical military martial art.

"Haha, a trick of eagle." Ma Weizhang snorted coldly. As the qi and blood surged, a dark feeling stained the palm, and there was a hard smell. The black tiger behind him roared, grabbed the sword that was stabbed with his bare hands, and came first, and made a clanging sound during the collision.

He held the sword tightly and suddenly lifted it up with force. The four hooves of the fierce horse under him were tensed and fell deeply. It was obvious that he was born with divine power. Wang Heng even flipped his body and fell flexibly in the air, staggering back a few steps.

When he retreated, Ma Weizhang turned over and dismounted. Yes, he wanted to fight in the field. The mountains were not suitable for horses to play. This horse was precious, and if it was damaged, he felt sorry for him.

The next moment, Wu Ming next to him seemed to be frightened, his body trembled. When he saw the battle scene between the two, he finally understood why martial artists, Taoist soldiers and others were demoted to inferior people by society.

Ma Weizhang "snatched the first voice" and bowed, twisted his arms and claws wildly, his body twitched at high frequency, and he was like epilepsy, jumping up and down, rushing left and right, and his mouth was wobbly... No, it was a shocking tiger roar, which made people at a loss for a moment and could not resist.

The one who kicked the crotch, poked the eyes, inserted the throat, and was fatal and scoundrel, was just given various good names such as "Black Tiger Goes to the Mountain" and "Black Tiger Goes to the Heart". From time to time, Ranger also took out a handful of lime powder from his pocket and sprinkled it on the prince.

However, Wang Heng was not much better. He rolled all over the ground to avoid it, like a flexible ape, using his tricks. The red powder was also sprinkled on Ma Weizhang's eyes. The pungent smell seemed to be pepper noodles. The originally elegant and elegant young master turned into a ground hooligan.

"Good guy, unlimited fighting - Mad Dog Fist?" Wu Ming couldn't say anything in his heart, but he also knew that authentic martial arts were like this, just doing everything for killing people. The scene of the two fighting seemed funny, but in fact it was fatal, with a strong force, and the sound of claws and palms colliding sounded, shaking the air.

He knows the truth, but handsomeness is forever.

Fortunately, Wu Ming had this capital, and was handsome and strong in practicing Taoism. The young man was inspired by his spirituality. A cluster of flames rose. He pointed directly at the two men who fought together without hesitation, and shouted: "Flash."

Wang Heng seemed to have expected it, and took out a silver-white talisman from his arms, and layered frost spread on the ground. Ma Weizhang, who had turned around and wanted to run after hearing the reminder, suddenly staggered, and looked down and saw that his whole leg was frozen by the ice-freezing ice, and it was difficult to break free.

boom!

With a loud bang, red light flashed, flames soared into the sky, and dust mixed with thick smoke rose.

"Roar!" The tiger roared suddenly, and a strong man walked out in the dust of gray fog, his whole body was burning with blood. Behind the black tiger's phantom, the surface was just a slightly burnt armor. He was like a tiger coming out of the mountain, rushing around, his footsteps shattered and collapsed everywhere, and an unstoppable domineering rise.

Wu Ming was cold and stepped on the sacrifice dance steps. The mountain temple shook. A layer of aura that was condensed like a bright mind appeared. The surrounding spiritual energy was taken away. What surprised him was that the gods in this temple did not resist, but cooperated to assist him in casting spells. They vaguely saw a general with bright golden light with a kind smile.

But he didn't care. He condensed three clusters of red flames in one breath and surrounded him, and then turned into fire dragons with teeth and claws and flew out. After being connected, it was like a sea of ​​fire covering more than ten feet.

raging!

The grass on the hillside was yellow withered and the rocks were burned red under the layers of heat waves. The high temperature distorted the air. But Ma Weizhang rushed out of the sea of ​​fire like an indestructible little strongman, but he looked a little embarrassed. He melted his armor and had a dark red blood shackle on his arms, and he also had blisters, which were highly burned.

"Mao Dan, who gave the information? The Wu family is a cultivator himself, or has such power near the divine realm. If he were outside, wouldn't he be with the immortal officials?"

Ma Weizhang cursed, but smiled with a fierce face with a burn. He finally approached Wu Ming all the way. With his experience, the fragile body of the monk could not withstand a blow, and his advantage lies with me!

Wu Ming changed his color and was forced to retreat repeatedly by the force of his fierce tiger. When his spiritual touched, he seemed to see a black tiger ready to go.
Chapter completed!