A messy, dirty head on the ground was looking at him with a smile and said with a smile: "Little guy, have you chopped enough? Quickly pick up the old Taoist's head back."

"It's you!"

Zhang Yuan said in disloyal voice.

He couldn't believe it!

This is the mysterious Taoist priest.

Master who is ‘get up’ and ‘can’t go down’!

This old Taoist is actually here?

Wait, what is the situation with this move [Flying Head Technique]?

Zhang Yuan's heart was pounding.

Isn't this really that ruthless man?

He was dry and thought about it, quickly took the Huolin Sword, walked towards the other party's head, squatted down curiously, looked at the other party, and tentatively said: "Senior, are your surname Shen?"

"What's the surname Shen? How could the old Taoist know his surname? Others call him "The Sloppy Taoist, little guy, please pick up the old Taoist's head back, hurry up, the old Taoist wants to eat chicken legs."

The sloppy old Taoist said with a smile.

Zhang Yuan's face looked suspicious.

"Senior, don't you fly back?"

"How to fly?"

The sloppy old Taoist showed confusion.

This made Zhang Yuan completely confused.

Is that one?

Why can you still survive if your head is cut off?

Shouldn't this be a flying head technique?

Why do you fly and ask yourself?

"Senior, don't hide it, I know you will definitely fly back."

Zhang Yuan said.

"Fly back? How to fly?"

The sloppy old Taoist showed deep confusion, and then his facial features were squeezing, as if he wanted to jump up, but he squeezed half of the way and had no effect. He couldn't help but feel depressed and said, "Little guy, stop making trouble, hurry up and take the old Taoist back."

Zhang Yuan was puzzled and finally had to grab the sloppy old Taoist's head.

His face moved and he looked under the other person's head.

No blood.

A dark red piece, as if it was sealed by a layer of red wax.

Well, he is even more sure.

Flying head technique!

It is definitely the legendary flying head technique.

He grabbed the old Taoist's head, walked towards the corpse that was being chopped away in front of him, and tentatively said: "Senior, why are you here for? Can you teach me this trick of flying head?"

"Hehe, do you want to worship me as your teacher? Miaomiaomiao, knelt down and kowtow quickly. Ten chicken legs were used for the ceremony of apprenticeship, and no one could be left behind."

The old Taoist priest smiled.

"You're really willing to teach me?"

Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up.

"The old Taoist has always been the same, hurry up and get a disciple."

The sloppy old Taoist smiled.

Zhang Yuan was overjoyed.

He would recognize the flying head technique even if the other party was really the declining god.

Zhang Yuan quickly walked to the front of the other party's body.

The headless corpse was lying on the ground, wearing a shabby Taoist robe covered with greasy clothes, and grabbed a chicken leg that had just been chewed off in his left hand.

Zhang Yuan looked at the other party's back suspiciously.

The sword he just slashed out is absolutely powerful.

But why did the other party stop? There was nothing wrong with him?

Could the other party be indestructible?

He did not rush to take the other person's head over, but gently pressed the other person's back with his palm.

There was no damage to the Taoist robe.

"This dress..."
Chapter completed!