Inheriting the old celestial master at the beginning, invite me out of the supernatural bureau

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The branches penetrated deeply into the ground.

The loose yellow leather also fell to the ground, and fled outward like lightning.

The person who came here was not the "grandfather" in his mouth, but to him, he was also an ancestor.

An extremely burly yellow-skinned man with a figure of two meters stood outside the door as if appearing out of thin air. There was a shocking scar on his abdomen. If Liu Jinyuan stood here, he would be able to recognize it at a glance. This weasel , is one of the two of them ambushing in the woods!

"Third patriarch, it is crazy, it wants to invite the immortal family to take over its body..."

After the yellow-skinned boy escaped, he hid behind the burly weasel, speaking in a sharp voice at an extremely fast speed.

The weasel known as the third patriarch sneered when he heard the words: "Brother has already expected such a trick, so this fairy is here."

"The old ancestor is really clever, the third old ancestor, you are about to destroy him, so that no one can stop us!"

Huang Pizi jumped up and down behind the third patriarch, pointed at the "old village chief" and gritted his teeth.

"You still need to teach me? Go away."

Huang San Patriarch was kicked by the yellow-skinned boy, who fell into a mess but didn't care at all. In the corner where Shuaifei came, he looked in the direction of the old village head with a grinning face.

Risking your life to invite immortals, want to exchange one with Lao Tzu to the limit?

Think beautifully!one.

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The "old village chief" looked at the burly figure outside the door, and then glanced at the faint scar on his wrist that was cut by Qi.

He had already made a death move without hesitation, but it was still a step too late.

If he hadn't given up killing that yellow skin just now and stopped, Huang Erzhu's right hand palm would have fallen to the ground along with the yellow skin's body.

Patriarch Huang San walked slowly into the meeting room.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at the "old village head" with a smile on his face, and said, "Third Grand Master, why are you bothering?"

Third grandfather?

Everyone was stunned.

"It seems that the village head invited the possessed fairy family, this yellow-skinned third grandpa!"

Someone wisely guessed this and said.

"The one who is related, does that mean we are saved?"

　"Eight Sixty" A woman's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "Then can you let him save the village chief uncle? The village chief uncle is a good man!"

"What are you dreaming about?"

A strong man turned his head and scolded the woman angrily: "Didn't you hear what that yellow man said just now? They know the identity of the village chief who invited the immortal family, but they still want to do it and want them to help save people? Don't do it!" It’s a beautiful dream, one by one, really has long hair but short knowledge.”

These words undoubtedly shattered the extravagant hopes in everyone's hearts.

It also made everyone once again shrouded in the haze of despair...

"Don't make friends with me."

"Old Village Chief" snorted coldly: "If I knew you would fall into this path, I should have killed you all!"

"Did we fall down this road?"

Huang San Patriarch repeatedly shook his head: "No, no, no! Third Grandpa, you are wrong!"

"It's all our clansmen who are walking this road."

"You don't have back pain when you stand and talk, but from ancient times to the present, how many existences like you, the Third Grand Master, have become the family of earth spirits and immortals?"

"We don't have your talent, Third Grandpa, let alone your strength and luck."

"So, our clansmen can only go this way!"

The "old village chief" sneered: "Using the lives of others to achieve your own longevity, do you really think that you can really gain the Tao? In the end, the Tao you get can only be the punishment of God!"

"Then don't worry about it, Third Grandpa."

Third Elder Huang bared his fangs and laughed: "But what I didn't expect was that the person you chose, Third Grand Master, would be so weak."

"Grand nephew, I really want to go all out with you, third grandpa, to have a hearty fight, but now it seems that this wish may not come true!"

"Even with this body, it is more than enough to hit you!"

The "old village chief" narrowed his eyes suddenly.

"Then come and try, and let my great-nephew and grand-nephew learn how powerful the third great-grandfather, whom the elders talked about and worshiped all day long and whom we regard as our lifelong goal, is!"

Elder Huang San's voice suddenly condensed.

The two figures coincidentally rushed towards each other like lightning.

"Back off!"

While rushing forward, the "old village head" shouted.

After the villagers heard it, they all backed away quickly, and continued to look at everything in front of them with trepidation in the corner...

boom!

One person and one weasel, actually two weasels, fists clashing together.

There was a muffled sound.

The collision of powerful forces caused bursts of air explosions.

After the confrontation, the two sides were all beaten back by each other's strength.

After taking a few steps back and just stabilizing their figures, they stepped on their toes again and rushed towards each other.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The muffled sound of two fists clashing was endless, and the speed of the two figures' punching became faster and faster, gradually reaching the point where it seemed indistinct in the eyes of the villagers.

Because they can't see clearly, they don't know.

Gradually at this time, the "old village head" has gradually fallen into a disadvantage...

Click.

Suddenly, there was a weak, crisp sound that no one heard.

That was the sound made by the old village chief's body overwhelmed.

Even in the case of the upper body, this body has been strengthened a lot, but it is still too weak.

chirp.

The soles of the old village head's shoes hooked on the ground vigorously, but they still slipped backwards for a long distance 0 ...

On the other hand, the three yellow-skinned patriarchs didn't move at all.

High judgment.

Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

"Boy, I tried my best, don't blame me."

"Old Ancestor, how could I blame you... I blame myself..."

The "old village chief" started talking to himself again.

"Boy, we are not his opponent now, what do you think we should do?"

"What should I do? Of course it's a battle to the death!"

"it is good!"

The "old village head" promised himself, and flew out again on tiptoe.

"act recklessly."

Huang Pizi's third patriarch sneered, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Third Lord, let's play again next time. This time, it's too boring."

His claws hidden in the palm of his hand stretched out like a feline animal, exuding bursts of cold light, sharp and sharp, and one claw went straight to the throat of the "old village chief" who rushed up.

The "old village chief" seemed to have expected it long ago, and he was not afraid at all. He shouted angrily: "I'm dead, and you can't even think about it!"

While speaking, his palm also raised.

Around his arm, a circle of brilliance condensed into a huge claw, which was almost the same as the claw of Huang Pizi's third ancestor, and it also moved towards the opponent's throat.

"Want to hurt me? Just rely on this body that is about to fall apart? Ridiculous! Let's see who dies first at 0.1!"

The third patriarch Huang Pizi raised his other hand to protect his neck.

Trade your life for serious injuries?

No, no!

He doesn't deserve it!

How could the "old village chief" not have thought of this?

Therefore, he naturally stayed behind.

How could the final blow of a life-for-injury be so sloppy?

Just as the third patriarch of Huang Pizi blocked his throat with one hand and clawed at the old village chief's neck at a faster speed, a phantom of a tail suddenly flashed and opened the arm of the third patriarch protecting his neck.

The third elder Huang Pizi felt a numbness in his arm, and then his expression suddenly changed.

They are close at hand.

In the next moment, he would scratch the opponent's neck, but the opponent's claws made it impossible for him to feel better.

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"Think beautifully!"

But at this critical moment, he let out a roar, curled his tail up, and protected his neck again.

Finished!

The face of the "old village head" suddenly became gloomy.

This time, he was betting.

Weasels are not good at using their tails, so he has to bet on whether the other party can react and protect himself with their tails.

But obviously it is.

He lost the bet.

The third patriarch of Huang Pizi, his great-nephew, reacted!

"Boy, I'm sorry!"

The "old village head" muttered to himself, his pupils gradually dilated, as if waiting for death to come.

But right now.

An icicle flew as fast as lightning, pierced into the forearm of the third weasel elder with a puff, the powerful force and the numbness brought by the cold made his fatal blow to the old man deviate a lot , failed to hit.

He hurriedly wanted to make up again, but the "Old Village Chief" kicked out like lightning, and kicked 03 in the stomach. With the strength of this kick, he flew upside down for a long distance.

"Damn it! Who is it!"

The fatal blow was missed, and everything was in vain. The third elder weasel pulled off his arm and pierced the fur lightly, but the biting cold turned the whole piece of skin into a blue ice pick, and he roared angrily.

"Your grandpas are here!"

Outside the office, a roar sounded.

Wu Zongkui jumped in with a big knife in his hand.