Xiu Shamen can be said to cover the sky with one hand in this vast area of ​​mountains and forests, but there are exceptions to everything.

Big bandits emerge from poor mountains and rivers, and there are still big bandits in the vast areas of mountains and forests.

What a coincidence, this and the Xiu Sha Sect are at odds with each other, and the forces that dominate this area are exactly the mountain bandit forces that were defeated by the 'Taoist Jia Yan'.

"Your Majesty, the King is in trouble. One of our vanguard units, which was under our command, encountered a powerful enemy and was completely wiped out!"

"What? Are they coming from the imperial army, or from some powerful country?"

"No, according to the survivors, he was a Taoist priest with some Taoism, and he was accompanied by a female dependent."

"A Taoist priest with a female family? Send a scout over to have a look. If it's nothing serious, we will take revenge."

"yes."

In the main hall of the green forest gangsters, the gangsters eagerly received the order and retreated, but the person who issued the order held his breath and concentrated for a moment.

"The imperial court has been taking many actions recently. I don't know if this matter has anything to do with the imperial court. I would like to convey this to you. The various trail-cutting teams should not hold any more large-scale operations recently. If the imperial army is encircled and suppressed, it will always be a trouble. There are also some Taoist priests. I don't know if they are.

If he is involved with the imperial court, no one is allowed to fight with him until the investigation is clear."

"As commanded."

The ruthless bandit who issued the order was a famous bandit in this area. He had a machete, which was said to have originated from a powerful immortal family. It caused great suffering to the nearby sects and even the imperial court.

"Master, why don't we go to the village just now to practice some training."

"Disciple, you don't know something about this. The so-called heaven is going to confer a great responsibility on a person. He must first strain his mind and muscles before he can achieve great things. We cultivators fight against heaven and earth.

When fighting against others, if everything goes well for you, there is no point in embarking on the path of cultivation. Keep this in mind."

"This... is, my disciple has written it down."

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. One tall figure and one short figure are walking on a jungle path covered with green willows.

Jia Yan is talking nonsense.

He doesn't know anything about cultivating immortals, but his strength is there, and the supreme avenue pursued by cultivators is just easy for him.

What's more, he has the most powerful method in his hand and can understand by analogy.

The power of the Black God that he controls is the main link in the power that cultivators have. He understands a little bit about the principles of the path of cultivating immortals, and he is definitely a cultivator who has reached the pinnacle of immortality.

So if he talks nonsense, no one can refute him.

Jia Yan has experience in teaching his disciples, and he has rich experience.

Listening to the master's teachings, the girl nodded with a sore body, already doubting life in her heart.

She was tired. To put it bluntly, although she had traveled around the world for a while, she didn't rush every day. Fortunately, she could endure hardships and the spark of revenge for her family kept her from complaining because this was her only chance.

Jia Yan deliberately walked on the road like a tireless machine, his spirit as strong as ever.

He didn't mean to make things difficult for the girl, but he didn't want to enter the village or anything and cause trouble for them.

He could sense the seemingly huge mountain forest within a small area. He listened directly to the conversation of the group of bandits, how they came to inquire about his intelligence, and how they had doubts about his strength.

Powerful, yet so shameless.

He didn't want to directly expose his excessive strength, and he didn't want the villagers' homes to be destroyed in one fell swoop, so he let the bandits snipe him in the wilderness.

The girl finally waited until the master said to rest. She saw a black surge in his palm, and a large black energy surged up, covering a three-meter radius. She said this is our house today, and it is separated in the middle. Let's sleep.

The girl was frightened by the master's power again. She entered the black energy with a worried look on her face, and found that there were indeed two small spaces separated. She also made a small dry bed on the ground, which was very considerate.

After all, he is a female apprentice, and Jia Yan is finally a mature adult with a family and children. He can definitely do this little detail.

"Alas, I still know the name of the master, and I don't know his origins or how powerful he is. He seems gentle and elegant, but also seems to be as cold as ice. It's too mysterious."

The girl's heart said that the master is very mysterious, but no matter how mysterious he is, you will always find out about him after following him for a long time. It depends on how you pretend.

She saw a lot of people in the society who liked to put on pretense, and thought that her cheap master was also such a person.

It's not that a girl judges a gentleman with a villain's heart, but that after being in the world for a long time, her thinking mode has solidified like this. She must be on guard against others and be more skeptical in everything. This is the life creed that everyone in the world abides by.

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The girl slept in a sweet sleep, and it wasn't until the whistling sword wind sounded outside the black house for a long time that she woke up with pain all over her body.

"Why did I sleep to death? I was so unwary. What's going on outside? Is the master practicing sword practice?"

The girl listened carefully to the movement outside the house. After listening for a while, she thought to herself that this was not sword practice. Anyone who practiced sword practice would make the sound of sword blades clashing.

She felt agitated all over and lost all sleep. She quickly got out of bed and thought to herself, could this be an enemy attack?

Using the method taught by the master, he opened the black space, and a sword light appeared in front of his eyes under the moonlight without any warning. The little girl was so frightened that she was dumbfounded and had no time to even scream.

Another sword light came from behind and came from behind, blocking this sword light. Then came the Taoist Master's calm voice: "Disciple, you go back and stay to deal with these enemies for me."

"ah……"

The girl's heart was pounding, and she quickly used the method taught by her master to close the 'door' of the black house. As soon as she closed it, a figure flashed past, and the sword struck the outside of the house, causing sparks to appear.

The space is shaking.

Now the girl didn't dare to say anything or try to escape the black space easily. She concentrated on watching the fight outside in the house.

Outside, there were more than a dozen experts who were far stronger than during the day, besieging her master, but the master resisted them all one by one, without even breathing loudly.

To say how powerful this master is, the girl has not learned enough yet and cannot tell. She can only see that a dozen people are beating one, and the master is running around here and there, and then he comes back and stabs him with his horse sword.

Hit someone in the chest, then Zheng Banqiao, stabbing the attacker from behind.

That move is called beautiful.

If it weren't for the fear of affecting her master's performance, she couldn't help but cheer.

"Who are you...?"

When the last person was nailed to the ground, this person was holding the sword, and the blood was sliding down the palm of his hand. It was as miserable as it was, but the wounded man was still strong. He didn't howl before he died, and just stared at it.

The Taoist priest who stabbed him and his accomplices to death must die as a wise man.

Jia Yan, whose swordsmanship was simple and unpretentious, whispered in this man's ear: "I am a god."

In the end, the person who was crucified had a look like "You're a psycho" and gradually lost his breath.

In the dark room at the back, the girl opened the door, clapped her hands vigorously, and flattered her, shouting that the master was great and awesome. As for the dead, she had seen too many dead people. She was not afraid at all. At least she was not nauseated anymore.

"It seems that these green forest heroes still haven't let go of my master and apprentice. Although the master is a scholar, he can't beat four hands with two fists. Besides, with you here, we have to leave here quickly."

"Ah, okay, master, let's go quickly. By the way, where is our master's gate? Are we going to the master's gate now?"

"What I have cultivated as a teacher is the way of the world of mortals, which is rootless and floating. If you want to learn the way of my teacher, you have to wander in the rivers and lakes with my teacher. Are you willing?"

"Do you still have to wander? This... well, I'll go wandering with the master."

When the girl heard that she still had to wander, she almost regretted it, but her earnest desire to seek truth overcame the regret in her heart. She nodded repeatedly, and when the master casually removed the black energy in the room, she took small steps, followed the master, and pestered her again.

The master taught her how to practice.

The girl on the other side woke up and started to learn how to practice. On the other side, the beggar Jia Yan and his apprentice Xiao Wu also encountered an accident at the same time, and someone who practiced evil spirits came to their door.

"I will kill this man with my own blood!"

More than ten people surrounded the beggar and started fighting. The beggar's dragon-headed cane was swiped here and there, and he and his apprentice were protected from danger every time, without losing even a hair.

Finally, someone among the men in red robes saw that the battle was going to be difficult to determine the winner, so he retreated to the sidelines. The red mist bloomed on his body, and the blood-red orb suddenly flew out and shot at the beggar.

This bead is like a bullet that can turn, and its speed exceeds the speed of sound. It is really difficult to deal with.

"master!"

Xiao Wu's nose was swept directly by the beads, and it almost didn't scratch off his nose.

Brother Wang on the other end did not regret following his master, but Xiao Wu began to regret it. If he had not followed this nosy master, he might not have suffered this disaster.

But he couldn't tell for sure, because Xiu Shamen was an indiscriminate attack in a small town. Without the master around, he would have died at that time.

"Look, the master will teach you a set of stick techniques. This set of stick techniques is called - Dog Beating Stick Technique!"

Jia Yan blurted out a sentence, and after saying it, he felt so happy that he had long wanted to try saying this move name.

The crutch in his hand is majestic, and his moves change and become sharper. It's really like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. The person is right in front of you, but the stick is hitting you on the back of the head behind you. It's extremely weird.

No, one of the dozen or so enemies was immediately hit, and was slapped on the back of the head. No one was protecting the back of the head with his back to the enemy. The slap made the person dizzy and his head was buzzing.

He watched as he fell to the ground in circles.

"The dog-beating stick method is so powerful!"

"That's the stick technique created by the founder of the Beggar Clan. Do you think it's strong enough? Do you want to learn it?"

"think."

Snap.

While he was talking, another Xiu Shamen who was besieging the master and his disciples was attacked. His legs were swept with a stick. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. He was also stepped on by Jia Yan. He was bleeding profusely and his eyes immediately lost focus.

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God’s fucking dog-beating stick method!

What a beggar gang!
To be continued...