Chapter 19 Who Are You

But Leng Qianzong felt that it was very boring. Obviously, he was standing in front of him alone. Why did he change again in a moment? I saw that I was going to deal with the guy with the ecstasy pestle, but it turned into a python player and almost got its way. Seeing that I was about to lay down the python player, another one came out, and this man's move seemed to be familiar, which was really strange.

"I said I don't know, what else do you want me to say?" After saying this, he couldn't help but want to be happy. "I don't know the name. This name is really his grandmother's level. It's fun."

"Hey, I'll play with you today." Leng Qianzong suppressed his anger with a smiling face. The green teapot in his hand pointed forward, and the giant scorpion in the air immediately twisted again, waved his pair of forceps, and picked it to the old immortality.

The old man laughed and said, "Fight? I like it the most." Waving my hand is just a move. A huge palm in the air stands out of thin air. The whole palm has the size of a scorpion pliers, but it is only the palm of the hand. I can't see the arm. I don't know how the palm is stretched out.

In fact, this palm is refined by countless ghosts, which can not only transform into shape, but also virtualize the body. Because it was refined by the dead, as soon as it came out, there was a gloomy wind and howling of the ghosts, and they were all evil spirits. Usually, they still wanted to catch people everywhere and grind people. Once released today, they immediately looked for the prey in front of them like hungry wolves. Needless to say, the roaring and howling scene of countless evil spirits alone is frightening enough, not to mention that it has condensed into the palm of a clapping of a person at this moment.

"Goul Palm?" When Leng Qianzong saw such a palm appear, he hurriedly stopped the attack of the giant scorpion. His body also took a step back and asked loudly in consternation:

"What kind of person are you?

"Don't let the ghosts go?" The old man deliberately stopped his body and pretended to be thinking,

"Who is the ghost not allowed? Just fight. What the hell are you not allowed to do? Is he your father? Or is it your uncle?"

He twisted his long beard and couldn't help but look at the person in front of him.

"Hey, little doll, don't talk nonsense. If you tell me about your relationship with the ghost, maybe I will show mercy to you in his face, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" When Lao Ying heard Leng Qianzong mention his mercy, he couldn't help laughing in his heart. This poisonous scorpion obviously didn't dare to offend himself, but he didn't know that he was facing himself. It seemed that this game was really fun.

"Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you. I will make you a part of my poisonous scorpion." Leng Qianzong still said leisurely, but his tone was already murderous.

"Hey, it depends on your ability." The old man rolled his eyes disapprovingly.

"I'll ask you for the last time, who are you?"

"I don't know the surname, I don't know!"

"Death!" Leng Qianzong's wrist vibrated, and the thick smoke in the mouth of the pot rose again. The giant scorpion in the air was whipped, with a strange sound. The pair of pliers were aimed at the old immortal waist and pinched again.

The old man sneered and did not dodge. He flicked his finger, and the giant hand stood in the air with one palm and patted straight to the head of the giant scorpion. After the palm, a long arm quickly grew and pushed the giant palm forward. What's more terrible is that the arms are still getting longer, and they have exceeded the length of the giant pliers in a blink of an eye. In this way, if the two sides still maintain such offensive moves and speed, and the giant scorpion pliers don't have to reach the time of immortality, I'm afraid they will be smashed their heads first by the old immortal palm, and no one will persist like this. .

Of course, Leng Qianzong will not insist so much. The double pliers are recycled and directly come to clamp the incoming palm, and the palm of the hand flashed by. After shrinking back, it will be split horizontally again...

So crying around, two huge black clouds are entangled in the sky. One is like flying palms, gloomy and domineering, and the other is like scissors, fierce, vicious and murderous. On the small Gulan Mountain, the gloomy wind roars, and hundreds of ghosts are crying sadly. What a fishy atmosphere, what a frightening and vicious fight, fighting for more than an hour, and there is no winner or defeat in the competition.

Leng Qianzong was secretly anxious. After all, he was robbed by this mysterious weirdo, and he didn't know if this weirdo had any support, so now he had to fight quickly. As long as he entered the Jiuyou Valley, no one dared to touch him. As an ally of the ghost * Yin * door, he was a guest anyway when he went to the ghost * Yin * hole.

Thinking of this, he waved his palms and pinched the true spell at the same time. The giant scorpion was ordered to separate the two pliers and attack from different angles. Under the siege of the two pliers, the attack power of the giant hand was significantly weakened.

"Oc, I heard that this boy has been in retreat for 20 years, and now he hasn't been in vain in these 20 years." The old man couldn't help sighing in his heart, and did not dare to be careless at the moment. His left hand grabbed the air three times in a row, and another big hand had been formed, and went straight to the right pliers of the giant scorpion. The two palms and two pliers began to catch and fight. After a period of darkness, it was still difficult to distinguish.

A whistling sound came, and then a little cold light stabbed the old man's face. The long tail like a giant scorpion chain exposed a poisonous needle and stabbed directly from the air to the old man on the land. The old man was ready for a long time. He pinched his hands and turned over. Seeing that the poison needle had stabbed him, he did not use his hands. When he opened his mouth, he spit out a small hand in his mouth. The small hand saw the wind and grew rapidly, and another huge palm had firmly sealed his door.

The scorpion tail poison needle did not slow down, but still stabbed directly at the old immortal. It seemed that it was about to penetrate the third giant palm without hesitation. The giant palm suddenly sank down, let the poison needle, and immediately hit the scorpion's tail from the bottom up. The giant scorpion shook for a while and quickly recovered its posture when the scorpion's tail was smashed into the sky. The scorpion tail, like a rope gun, coiled back again, and began a new round of attack like a snake. The battlefield suddenly turned into three hands to two pincers and a poisonous needle, and the intensity has entered white heat.

Seeing that Leng Qianzong was still entangled, he couldn't help but feel anxious. With a breath in his mouth, a mouthful of blood spewed out, just above the black smoke from the mouth of the pot. The black smoke immediately absorbed the blood, and a line of torrent directly added into the body of the giant scorpion, like a needle of stimulant, and the giant scorpion immediately released it again. In a big circle, he shook his head, waved his teeth and claws and rushed to the three giant hands crazily. The original black body had faintly glowed red blood.

"Good boy, you play with me for real!" Lao Zhidu snorted, "I also let you see my methods." After saying that, his palms pushed and pushed the three palms that had been flying up and down to the giant scorpion. Just as the giant scorpion was in a fight, his hands stretched out, his mouth spit black smoke, and the fourth hand melted out in the air. The difference from the first three was that the fourth hand was not as dark as the previous three hands, but black and bright, like shining black gold. Generally, the arrow generally rushes directly into the air, floats to the top and above the giant scorpion, and quickly enlarges, forming a palm covering the sky and the earth, and directly pats it from a distant high altitude.

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and Leng Qianzong was shocked. As soon as this palm came out, Leng Qianzong quickly turned around, grabbed the giant scorpion in the teapot in his hand, and ran diagonally.

With a loud noise shaking the mountains, the land occupied by Leng Qianzong has just now been knocked out of a deep pit like a reservoir by this palm.

Leng Qianzong stared at the person opposite who had fought with him for a long, looked around the forest and graves. After searching around, he suddenly shouted:

"Immortal! Don't let the ghost! The ghost is scattered! Come out! Come out!"

He is very familiar with the immortal soul palm, and can there be a second person who can beat the ghost palm with such power? But except for the immortality of the Dharma elephant, the person in front of him is not like the shrive old man. Thinking that the old man had played this kind of prank with him, he thought again that the old man must have been hiding in a corner and playing black hands at him. The young man in front of him was just the bait he used to attract him.

"Hey, who are you calling? Looking for a helper? Call three helpers at once? Of course, he understood the meaning of Leng Qianzong and deliberately angered Leng Qianzong.

Leng Qianzong ignored the old man and was still looking around, continuing to shout:

"Immortal! Don't let the ghost! The ghost is scattered! Come out! Come out!"

The old man resisted the bad smile and almost lay on the ground covering his stomach and laughing. This Leng Qianzong was really teased and scared by himself. On the contrary, he couldn't even recognize the real and fake old man. I didn't expect it to be so funny now.

But the old man forgot, not to mention Leng Qianzong, that is, to change another person. Who dares to recognize the mysterious Li Lanqi with a smile in front of him, a python spirit who is cruel and horrible and loves his son for a while, and who is the old immortal "freak" who pretends to be stupid?

I don't know. I'm afraid it's difficult for even the three of them to tell who they are.

"Who are you? Tell me who you are?" Leng Qianzong's voice was a little trembling, pointing to the man in front of him with trembling fingers. He suddenly felt a kind of horror. The person in front of him was immortal, but how could he become like this? Is it caused by the terrible improvement of immortality? Or who has the terrible power to turn immortality into this? The latter will be even more horrible.

"How many times have I told you, why do you have such a bad memory? I don't know! I don't know my name, but I don't know my name! Do you know?" The old man still pretends to be a scoundrel.

"Good, good! Today, whether you don't know or don't die, I won't care about you today. How about getting out of the way, you take your Yangguan Road and I'll cross my single-plank bridge? Leng Qianzong obviously doesn't want to pester any more. Now the situation is unclear. It's better to go first and don't delay business. When it comes to the ghost * Yin * hole and finish the business, it's not too late to ask for an explanation.

"Look at what you said, how to get to the single-plank bridge? There is me in front of you, not to mention that you have a child?" If you don't die, you will be ready to tease Leng Qianzong.

"It seems that you are going to fight to the end?" Leng Qianzong finally got angry and just wanted to have an attack. Suddenly, he thought of He Xiaozhuo. When he mentioned the child just now, he realized that he had been fighting for a long time and forgot the child. He quickly looked at the grass that had just released He Xiaozhuo, and then he was surprised to find that He Xiaozhuo had disappeared.