Chapter 211: The Wine Sword Immortal is on

"Repent? Hahaha, it's up to you?"

Xu Zi laughed three times to the sky, sinking his energy into the Dantian, circulating his magic power, and his muscles burst out, directly supporting the slightly loose black robe.

I want him to temper his cultivation level at the level of a sword, a god-like figure, and bet against a mortal who has no magic power. Are you afraid of losing the bet? Do you still have to regret it?

Even through a robe, people can see the strong, smooth and explosive muscles inside, and the onlookers' hearts couldn't help but hang.

Although not many people present are truly good men and women, the so-called nature of human beings is good. As long as they are human beings, they have a slight desire for truth, goodness and beauty in their hearts. Although they cannot do this just act of "drawing a sword to help" by Chen Shaobai, they do not mean that they do not have any respect in their hearts.

As a result, many top-notch diners in Yuhuafang were talking about it, denounced Xu Zi and supported Chen Shaobai.

The atmosphere in the field gradually became hot, and the air seemed to contain a little evil spirit that could not be dissolved. Xu Zi's eyebrows and eyes gradually became cold, and he seemed to be unable to hold back and hurt people.

"court death!"

The cold snorting containing Mo** made the spectators shut their mouths involuntarily. Although Xu Zi was not reasonable, it now seemed that he had suppressed the entire audience with one person.

Xu Zi was stunned when he cast his sarcastic gaze on Chen Shaobai.

This damn naughty young man, why is the idiot scholar okay?

As if he saw his thoughts, Chen Shaobai smiled indifferently and fell down with one hand: "We scholars who walk straight and sit upright will have their own righteousness, not fearing power, not fearing power, not wealth and honor."

How good is this! Many people who were originally thinking about Chen Shaobai's stupidity suddenly covered their faces and lowered their heads, feeling that in front of such a person, they were as small as a grasshopper ant, and they were insignificant.

but……

Such a personality has no kung fu and no one to protect him, and has not died yet? Is there really a god in the world who is blessing him? Or is it the legendary "Haoran righteous spirit" that plays a role?

"That's so noisy! Are you going to fight? If you don't take action, I'll fight first!" Seeing that Wuchang and Dahong's two senior brothers were displeased, Xu Zi felt a trembling heart. He knew that he had important things to do and could not delay too much time, so he urged him.

"Okay, I'll punch now."

Chen Shaobai folded one sleeve and threw the corner of his clothes behind to avoid being contaminated with dust. He muttered to himself in a solemn expression.

“Huh?”

Such an unusual move aroused great interest from others. Three disciples of the Demon Sect and some people with advanced swordsmanship and extraordinary hearing listened quietly and clarified the other party's words, and couldn't help but sneer.

"The saint, great compassionate and kind-hearted Jade Emperor, the Great Heavenly Lord Xuanqin, the God of God is above, Mengqin Immortal Lord, and the Immortal Immortal of Wine Sword Help me punish evil and promote good."

It turned out to be a guy who believed in Buddhism and worshipped immortals and turned himself into a fool!

Chen Shaobai was unaware of the strange eyes of others. He immediately sank his waist, turned his shoulders and twisted his stride, and punched Xu Zi's lower abdomen.

"Bang"!

It seemed as if a whip blew the air, and the crisp explosion told everyone that at least Chen Shaobai was not a sour scholar who was not diligent in all four bodies and had even learned some boxing to strengthen the body.

But it is only limited to this. A scholar with some silly strength and a great swordsman who roams all over the world. The two fight three punches, and even a dementia person can see the result.

"Hahaha, come again...uh!"

Seeing this "powerless" punch, Xu Zi laughed wildly and was about to provoke, not dodging or dodging, so that Chen Shaobai could finish the remaining two punches quickly, but his next words were all sealed in his chest by the light and ineffective punch.

Chen Shaobai slowly withdrew his fist and looked at the strong man with long beards and chest angrily.

"Woo...wow!"

Xu Zi's face turned red, his body turned into a shrimp, and he took three steps in a row, but in the end he couldn't resist the colic in his abdomen and vomited out.

The smell of raw and bloody food was filled with the air, with a rotten smell of minced meat. In the pool of minced meat residue, not only were the mice, monkey brains, babies, and even his own intestinal fragments.

"Can't let it go!"

Xu Zi was furious and roared wildly, and he was about to stand up. But after a moment, he found that all his magic power was imprisoned, his hands and feet were weak and he could not move at all.

A master in the secret realm of quenching gas was hit by a scholar with no power to vomit?

The Emperor is here, is this playing with us?

Wuchang and Dahong looked at each other and saw the shock and surprise in each other's hearts.

As the leader of the three-person group, although Wuchang was seized by unknown fear, he still took two steps forward: "Who is the sacred place of yourselves? Why not draw the trail and explain it clearly."

This performance is like a pure martial arts man. Although Wuchang has a baby face and a short figure, no one dares to make fun of others.

No matter how you look at it, this is a super strong man at the level of a swordsman!

But... Why did the swordsman just now become a silly scholar who met a silly scholar?

Unconscious of the discussions among the people, Chen Shaobai said meaningfully with a playful smile on his face: "Cultivate Haoranqi, keep your mind unconfused, and be good people who practice Buddhism and believe in immortals will have the help of gods and immortals."

When I said this sentence, Wuchang's face looked extremely ugly and as white as paper.

He is neither stupid nor stupid, of course he can see that the other party is playing tricks on him with words.

Just as Wuchang was about to secretly communicate with Dahong and suppress the strange scholar with thunder, Chen Shaobai's sudden words shocked the two disciples of the Demon Sect: "Birds of birds gather together, people are divided into groups, you three walk together, he bullies others and dominates the market. If you don't go to dissuade them, you should be punished if you mistakenly have two punches left, you two will help him take it."

After saying that, he ignored it and stepped forward and punched Wuchang in the chest.

"Hmph! I'm shameless! Seeing you being so stupid, I will just give you my best wishes and make you a real fool!"

Wuchang's face turned cold. Although he was a peak sword type figure and was much stronger than Xu Zi, his cultivation was mostly in terms of spiritual and soul, and his physical body was not very powerful. Chen Shaobai's unreasonable behavior made him feel like he was murderous.

I saw a little darkness appearing in Wuchang's eyebrows, like the black after blood coagulated into a blood scab, which contained a faint dark red meaning.

An invisible light flashed, without encountering any defense, and easily penetrated into Chen Shaobai's sea of ​​consciousness.

In Wuchang's opinion, even if a mortal is not mentioned, even a cultivator with the second level of tempering forcefully takes his own blow, he will have to be turbulent in his consciousness and his soul is damaged. This stupid scholar will not directly flow out his brain, burst his eyes, and become an idiot, which is the best ending.

But strangely, Chen Shaobai was stunned for a moment, and a phantom appeared behind him, and he continued to punch him out.

Bang! Crack...

Wuchang flew backwards and fell on Xu Zi, spitting out fishy and sweet pink blood bubbles from time to time.

His sternum and twelve pairs of ribs were all broken and inserted into his lungs. If an ordinary person suffers such injuries, he may die immediately. However, as a practitioner close to [Psychic], he is only an ordinary skin injury. He can recover after a period of cultivation. He is a major in spiritual cultivation, but it will not affect the performance of his combat power too much.

However, he was inexplicably frightened and discovered that every bone and every bunch of muscles seemed to be imprisoned, and his sea of ​​consciousness was blocked by a big word "Zen", and his hands and feet were soft, even a mortal boy.

Repressing the pain in his body, he barely followed his gaze and looked at Chen Shaobai, and he was suddenly stunned.

A phantom appeared behind Chen Shaobai - a white-robed silver sword, drinking and playing the piano. Isn’t it the appearance of the immortal Mengqin and the immortal Jiujian who has been circulating these days?

Chen Shaobai changed his face and used a layer of secret technique of cheering up the face. Even the Demon Sect cultivators in the spiritual realm could not see it, and it was even more useless to discuss mortals.

So, if you believe in the Immortal Venerable, I am afraid that you will not really gain strength and eternal life?

For a time, people were buzzing and discussions were everywhere, and the fanatical smell quickly spread to the restaurants and tea shops, and spread to further away.

Within a few breaths, Chen Shaobai could clearly sense that the people around him had a deeper belief in him, and the power of incense belief gathered on the fragments of Zhuang Wang became stronger and deeper. The speed of refining the Jiyang True Flame was not even as good as the speed of gathering. Soon, a small round bead condensed on the fragments of the Chaos Bell.

This is only a short time to achieve the effect. The far-reaching impact of the repeated appearance of miracles, the longer the time passes, the more it can be reflected.

The pure and extreme power of faith is more effective than any magic pill. Even if you enter the small secret realm, you may not be more efficient in using it to practice. But unfortunately, no one except Chen Shaobai is lucky enough to absorb this thing.

"In the lower God and Demon Sect, Tong Dahong, the second level of Qi cultivation, I don't know what the senior..." Dahong knew that he had met a master who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and mistakenly thought that Chen Shaobai was an old monster who was secretly cultivating. He quickly revealed his identity. The blood hidden from the secret technique instantly returned to his limbs and bones, his face became rosy, and his footsteps were no longer empty. He had a vibrant and high-spirited smell on his whole body.

But his mistake was that he shouldn't say the word "sen". Before he could finish his words, Chen Shaobai shrank into an inch, and came to him with a distance of nowhere and knocked him to the ground.

"The three punches have been completed. This is their extra money for wine. It is considered to be a compensation for the damaged things."

Pretending to find an irregular gold ingot from the three of them and handed it over to the store, which ended the storm.

"These three people are domineering, swaying the market, and bullying good people. Their crimes are understandable, but they are unforgivable."

"I'll go to Muxi City and hand them over to the yamen for disposal."

With the thanks from the shop owner, Chen Shaobai took out a thick hemp rope from somewhere, tied up three disciples of the Demon Sect, and dragged Wuchang and others into the distance like a corpse collector. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!