Chapter 12 The Profit of Fisherman

The shadow paced back and forth, as if thinking about some difficult problem.

"How could it be like this? How could it be like this? Are there any other masters in this sunset sect?

He muttered to himself and didn't expect to hide Wu Pengwei in the shadow.

What he didn't expect was that it was not Wang Qi's voice to Wang Heng during the day. In fact, the real behind-the-scenes messenger was Wu Pengwei, but Wu Pengwei was cautious, thoughtful and hidden behind Wang Qi, which made people mistakenly think that Wang Qi was the so-called "higher".

The unlucky Wang Qi thought he had earned other people's money, but now he has become a scapegoat and knocked people unconscious for no reason.

The shadow thought for a long time, and suddenly stamped his foot, "No, I've been hit by Aoki's trick. I'm afraid it's not during the day that he instructed Wang Heng to deliberately show weakness, so that I can't figure it out. In fact, it's a delaying plan."

At the thought of this, the dark shadow seemed to suddenly realize, drifting by like the wind, and hurriedly fell to the court of protection.

After a while, it was confirmed that the other party had left, and Wu Pengwei came out of the dark and followed him all the way.

The speed of the shadow is extremely fast, and there is almost no sound under the cover of the night. Fortunately, Wu Pengwei's eyesight is very good, and he is very alert. With the help of the "floating wave" body method, he did not lose it.

Running all the way, the mountain gradually rose, and soon came to the bottom of the Tibetan Sutra Building.

The black image is like a bat, hanging the eaves of the building, progressing layer by layer, and soon turning to the top floor, and snake-like drilling in.

Wu Pengwei looked up and also looked like a dark shadow. He hung up the eaves and climbed along the tower wall to the sixth floor. However, he did not get in, but found a dead corner and looked into the tower.

On the sixth floor of the Tibetan Sutra Building, it is said that the treasure of the town school of the sunset sect is hidden here, but what is the treasure of this town school? Some people say it is a martial arts secret, others say it is a powerful weapon of soul seal, and some people say it is an inner elixir of an emperor-level monster, but no one can tell what it is.

Looking through, there was a faint yellow light in the sixth floor, and the fire basin embedded in the wall emitted a forest light. In the firelight, there was nothing empty in the tower. There was only a huge high platform. On the high platform, there was a large glazed cover. It was too far away, and what was in it was not real.

Under the high platform, there is an old man in a red robe sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes.

It is the meritorious elder of the sunset sect.

The meritorious elder likes the red robe, but between the red robes, layers of firelight like substance flow out faintly, moving slowly with his breathing, like a flame of fireflies.

This is a sign that the internal force has reached the high level of martial arts in addition to the power of qi and blood.

Wu Pengwei suddenly realized that even if the meritorious elder wears other colors of robes, the light of qi and blood will still give people a scarlet vision. No wonder after half a year, he always feels that the meritorious elder's red robe has never faded.

The elder's breathing is long and slender, and dozens of instantaneous brakes will exhale a turbid breath, like an old turtle in a long sleep.

suddenly, the meritorious elder opened his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Where is the master coming? Please show up and talk about it."

The elder's eyes were like electricity, and he shot straight in the direction of Wu Pengwei's body.

Wu Pengwei was shocked, but he was calm and was not in a hurry to appear. At this time, a green figure gradually emerged from the shadow. The man's face was covered with a layer of cyan face towel, and the whole person was wrapped in thick cyan fus. At first glance, it looked like a dead branch.

"It turns out that there is another guy in this Tibetan sutra building." Wu Pengwei, who hung on the eaves like a bat, was suspicious. I don't know why these guys came to the Tibetan Sutra Building?

"Who is your Excellency? Why did you break into my sunset pavilion at night? The meritorious elder asked in a low voice.

But as soon as he finished his words, the other party flew out like an arrow. A pair of palms like chicken claws played with bending, and green air lingered on his fingers, straight to the face of the elders.

"Huh, what a bold dog."

The meritorious elder shouted in a low voice, and his whole body suddenly turned red and stood up. The strong red light wrapped around him like substance. He punched out, and a practice-like firelight spewed out of his palm and rushed straight to the man in blue.

The man in blue has no scruples. A trace of green light emerges from his arms, and then sweeps into two sharp cones. The cone is extremely sharp. As soon as he touches the flame, it will tear and stab straight into the chest of the elder.

The elder was shocked. He didn't expect that the strength of the comer was so strong that he could manipulate the power of qi and blood at will. At least he also had the strength of the martial artist level, which was not inferior to himself.

He immediately put away his contempt and no longer dared to hold it big. His palms retreated. He took a deep breath, sank his waist and moved sideways. One of his left palms split out like a knife.

"Moon Word Mysterious Skills - Flame Thunderbolt Palm."

The palm is like thunder, and a left palm is as sharp as a knife. The flame around it even tears the air. The red light of qi and blood condenses into a mountain-cutting knife, and a civet-like monster is coiled on the blade, with ferocious claws.

This blow almost used all the internal force of the skill-giving elder, and the power of qi and blood was completely materialized. Within a radius of ten meters, the body of the skill-giving elder was centered on it. The air was hot, and the air kept bursting, and a trace of steaming white air rose from it.

"Humph!"

The man in blue snorted coldly, and a pair of palms unexpectedly faced the flame knife that split the face.

It is incredible that the green blood light of the man in green condensed many green vines. The vines are like spiritual creatures, which suddenly rolled up the roaring ferocious fire beaver on the blade. At the same time, the arms of the man in blue bent at an incredible angle, like undulating waves, bypassing the teaching. The big palm of the meritorious elder was strangely and silently pressed on the chest of the meritorious elder.

"Dead Wood Zen"

This change was caught off guard. Even the old and steady meritorious elders did not expect that what the other party performed was lost for many years, and no one could practice the ascetic skill "dead wood Zen".

His face changed greatly and he was waiting for a change, but a sharp feminine force came continuously, which suddenly made him spray blood in his mouth and fell down on his back.

The man in blue shook off the fallen meritorious elder, lifted his legs, floated over a distance of more than ten meters, and rushed to the glass cover on the high platform.

Seeing that the cover was about to be opened, but at this time, a black figure suddenly appeared in the corner, falling from the air like the top of Mount Tai, and the palms crossed and pressed down. The blue-gray luster turned into a huge grinding disc shape and pressed down in the air.

This change was also unexpected. Wu Pengwei, who was hiding in the dark, felt that the blow of the shadow was extremely fierce, and the people in blue was difficult to deal with.

As long as you turn around, there will be a moment of delay. This time is enough for the shadow to exert the power of the palm to the extreme with the help of downward pressure. No matter from which angle to analyze, the people in blue can only make another plan if they give way to this blow.

But if you get out of the way, the things in the glazed cover on the high platform will inevitably be won by the shadow.

In an instant, Wu Pengwei analyzed the subsequent changes in the situation.

But the next development was beyond his expectation. The man in blue did not look back. A left arm curved back at an angle that ordinary people could not imagine. The green light rose silently from his arm and condensed into countless thick vines. The vine snake generally meandered in the air, actually in front of the man in black. Intertwined into a green net, he abruptly stopped the other party.

"Wonderful"

Wu Pengwei praised in his heart, and he also felt that the martial arts skills of the man in blue were really amazing.

"Mandala vine?"

The people in black exclaimed, and saw the man in blue split an empty palm and smashed the glazed cover, revealing one of the red beads. The beads were placed on a book, emitting a deep red light.

As soon as the man in blue moved his palm, the beads rose in the air and slowly fell between his palms.

"Think about it!"

At the same time, almost two bursts of shouts sounded at the same time, and the elders who fell to the ground and the shadow shouted at the same time. They knelt on one knee, pinched the synthetic fist in the palm of their hands, drummed up the power of the whole body, and hit the ground fiercely with one punch. At that, a thick fire snake split the bluestone ground, with countless fragments. The stone and the wind of awe of flames roared at the people in blue.

And the shadow that stagnated in the air also shouted loudly, and the light of qi and blood all over his body surged out like crazy. The big stone condensed by the blue-gray luminos suddenly shook, like a living thing, it poked out its hands, feet and skulls, unexpectedly like a huge rhinoceros, suddenly breaking the heavy binding of vines, Qianjun The power immediately pressed on the man in green on the ground.

The man in blue did not expect the change to be so capricious. He was slightly stunned, and then the internal force all over his body also surged out, condensed into a huge dead tree in front of him. The dead tree was full of countless vines and dead branches, and collided with the fire snake and rhinoceros.

"Bum"

The pavilion of the Tibetan Sutra Building could not stand the joint blow of the three masters and made a sad loud noise. The wooden walls on all sides suddenly exploded, and the red beads and books were blown out of the attic by huge vigor.

At this time, Wu Pengwei, who hung on the eaves like a bat, flew out, holding beads and books in his hand like a spiritual ape, and then fell to the ground lightly. He did not escape immediately, but found a secret place to hide.

Almost a few breaths, the man in black and the people in blue flew out of the Tibetan Sutra building, followed by the meritorious elder in a red robe, and the brazier was knocked over to the ground and suddenly burned up in the Tibetan Sutra building.

Then, the whole mountain of the sunset sect lit up, and countless disciples and chores rushed here, shouting, "Fire out, the Tibetan Sutra Building is on fire."

Wu Pengwei waited for a moment, hid the beads and books in his arms, wiped his face with some mud, and then jumped out pretending to be panic, shouting "firefighting" and integrating into the fire fighting army.