"Soul-fixing Technique!"

This word came to Qu Shiping's mind.

Taoism can save people, but can also kill people.

It depends on whether the caster's heart is good or evil.

It is obvious that the middle-aged man in front of him is not a good thing.

What's more obvious is.

A very simple truth can be seen from this soul-fixing technique.

This middle-aged man has extremely high Taoism.

It's definitely not something they can match.

However, although the Taoist Dharma is high, if you do not cast magic, it is no different from ordinary people.

This is why martial arts can last forever among the monks and stand together with the three religions.

"Push!"

Qu Shiping was calculating and kicked his heel hard on the broken floor tiles. The sudden explosive force made him show a terrifying speed. The whisk wrapped around his fist and grabbed the middle-aged man's throat.

He moved too fast, and before Zhang Furong and others could react, he had already arrived in front of the middle-aged man.

The fist wind touches the throat of middle-aged people.

In Qu Shiping's sight, the middle-aged man raised his hand slowly.

The hand raised was very slow, but it was just right in front of the throat.

With a "bang", he grabbed his fist.

Qu Shiping felt that the punch hit the indestructible steel wall, and his five fingers were shaking and almost broken.

Even the forearm was slightly numb, and half of the arm was instantly lost consciousness.

The middle-aged man threw his hands casually, and Qu Shiping's body was unbalanced and fell heavily to the ground, his body was about to fall apart.

"Let Jiangjiang come in."

The middle-aged man stepped on Qu Shiping's body and said in a harmonious tone.

Zhang Furong still pointed at him with a peach wood sword: "Let him go!"

The middle-aged man asked: "No matter how alive or dead the Taoist priest is?"

"you!"

"Bring him in!" Zhang Furong shouted.

The current form is not as good as that of others, but Zhang Furong is unwilling to lose his momentum.

In fact, everyone, including him, is nervous at the moment.

This man is so awesome.

Several Taoist priests brought Peng Jiangjiang in.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Jiangjiang, you are so disappointed that you are trapped by these people."

Everyone looked at Peng Jiangjiang coldly, and the latter's face twitched. He couldn't wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"come over."

Peng Jiangjiang walked towards him without stopping him.

"Clang."

The middle-aged man took out a short sword from somewhere and threw it at his feet.

Pointing to Qu Shiping, he said: "Kill him."

"You dare!" Zhang Furong said angrily: "Peng Jiangjiang, do you still have some humanity?"

Peng Jiangjiang said nothing, bent down and picked up the short sword, and without hesitation, he stabbed the middle-aged man.

"Bang!"

There was no suspense at all, Peng Jiangjiang was slapped to the ground by a middle-aged man.

"Jiangjiang, after entering my door, he can't go back."

"They will all die, but it's the difference between your hands or mine."

The middle-aged man flicked his fingers and a puppet talisman fell on him.

Peng Jiangjiang felt his body uncontrollably standing up and came to Qu Shiping with his sword.

He said in horror and angrily: "Don't kill, don't!"

The middle-aged man looked at him with interest.

These are just some small games when he was bored.

It is a pleasure to look at a good boy who turns from a good person to a bad person.

"call out!"

A sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

The middle-aged man showed a look of shock, his neck tilted slightly, and a small silver needle rubbed his forehead and shot through the rotten wall inside.

The second silver needle shot out, uncovering Peng Jiangjiang's puppet talisman. The short sword he had raised finally stopped.

He threw the broken sword away as soon as possible and looked out the door.

"Dang thump~"

Chen Yang walked in from outside, with a sword in his right hand, a whisk on his waist, and a flag on his back.

He raised his left hand and two mountain-stained nails returned to his hand.

He looked at the middle-aged man on the chair and asked, "Which Taoist temple are you from?"

The middle-aged man was not angry and asked, "Are you Chen Xuanyang?"

"My reputation is really great, and I even know the garbage in the garbage world."

"Haha." said the middle-aged man: "Save saving money on this kind of aggressive method."

"Do you think I'm provoking you? Do you think I need to provoke you to find flaws?"

Chen Yang smiled arrogantly: "A trash, I take myself too seriously."

He looked at the doll on the table and said, "Soul-fixing? You are really rubbish."

"What era is it? Who still uses soul-fixing technique?"

"Can't plant a foundation?"

"Don't know how to borrow your life?"

"Don't you know how to resurrect the soul by borrowing corpses?"

"You always understand the method of refining alchemy and extending your life?"

The expressions of middle-aged people gradually became stiff.

Chen Yang said: "Looking at your expression, you don't understand any of the basics I've said?"

"I don't admit it even if you say you are trash. Look, these are common sense. Do you understand common sense?"

"I think you are not young, but you are just building a foundation. I guess you were also a garbage when you were young. It took you decades to build a foundation. What do you think is this not garbage?"

"The foundation building has reached its peak and the life is approaching, so I want to use such a mess to prosper my life."

"I have to say that your imagination is really lacking."

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "What advice does Zhenren Chen have?"

Chen Yang said: "I dare not be a teacher if someone else says something to you. If you ask for advice like trash, then I really want to be a teacher today."

"I want to survive, do you?"

"Have you heard of the method of changing fate against heaven and change your fate?"

The middle-aged man frowned and searched a little.

He has never heard of this kind of Taoism.

But he knew that Chen Xuanyang in front of him knew many secret techniques.

Judging from his tone, it didn't seem like a joke.

There are indeed all kinds of species of life and the like mentioned earlier.

It seems that he really understands it.

The middle-aged man said: "Nature has heard of it."

Chen Yang asked: "Do you want to learn?"
To be continued...