Chapter 123, Fight Again, Enemy

Father's serious injury, Elder Zhu's words, conscription orders and ritual weapons, all kinds of things, all kinds of cause and effect entangled Zhu Peng unbearably.

In his mind, he gradually subconsciously forgot about this matter.

Suddenly turning around, Zhu Peng threw away the book and ran out quickly. In his last life, Li Shishi was injured by a cat demon with a very high Taoism, and finally died. In the whole Blood Spirit Ridge, there will be no other monsters except the monsters that are compatible with the Su family. But the demons that have been psychic will not hurt people at all unless the owner allows it. Then, the only possibility is that the master ran to the Heavenly Demon Valley alone, where the demons are rampant, and even the blood clan is extremely dangerous to enter.

Zhu Peng just ran out of Zhu's house, but was blocked by Li Rui and two people. Stop, boy surnamed Zhu. If you don't hand over my daughter today, you don't want to go anywhere.

It seems that Li Rui also cares about his daughter. He is already so anxious that he believes that Zhu Peng has abducted his daughter. It's just that Zhu Peng didn't have the intention to understand his mood at this time. He shook his sleeves and wanted to flash away.

It's just that Zhu Peng ignores the two people brought by Li Rui too much. Li Rui's own combat effectiveness is indeed tragic, but he is in charge of the refinery room and has some friendship with the middle and low-level monks of the clan. He brings people who want to suppress Zhu Peng. How can he not have three skills?

"Little generation, if you don't make it clear, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

A middle-aged Taoist priest followed by Li Rui saw Zhu Peng jumping up, rolled his eyes, and suddenly took a step forward, reached out and went to Zhu Peng's wrist.

He put his index finger together with his middle finger and pinched it into a sword formula. The other hand's thumb and little finger gently hooked lightly, but it was very fast and sharp.

His figure only shook for a moment, and the sword formula in his hand had approached Zhu Peng's right wrist.

Even Zhu Peng was shocked by such rapid and sharpness. Such a distance angle has been unable to dodge. What's more, Zhu Peng is jumping up, and it is really difficult to change.

Seeing that Zhu Peng's wrist was about to be clamped, the next moment, the palm and elbow stared at by the middle-aged Taoist had shrunk into his sleeve. Zhu Peng usually wears clothes at home for leisure. At this time, he shrinks his hands into his sleeves, and only the big sleeves floats in mid-air, and he can't see his wrists and palms.

The middle-aged Taoist priest "histed" blindly grabbed Zhu Peng's long sleeves and smashed his clothes, but did not really catch Zhu Peng. After missing the opportunity, Zhu Peng had landed safely, turned back, with a pair of angry eyes, and coldly stared at the three people in front of him.

If it is just an ordinary move, Zhu Peng will never be easily angry. It is really that the middle-aged Taoist priest's technique is too sinister. Breaking through the breath, and the monks who reach the four layers of gas refining will have a protective shield, so the small capture of ordinary mortals is almost meaningless.

But the middle-aged man just now still did that, just because the extremely terrible poison skill was refined in the palm of his hand. He grabbed it with one claw and was soaked in poison.

This point can be seen from Zhu Peng's gradually smashed rotten sleeves.

"It is the ability of the Li family to use poison in medicine and claws, but it is too much to use this vicious method on your own family."

He pulled down the sleeves stained with a little toxin. Zhu Peng looked at the two thrips brought by Li Rui and asked faintly.

He has seen that he can't go out if he doesn't solve Li Rui's three people. In this case, then be faster. The more procrastination, the more dangerous Li Shishi's life will be.

The two people brought by Li Rui just dressed as a Taoist priest. The goat's beard little black beard has a bit of a dusty posture, but the poison palm is yin and fierce, and the action is spicy and vicious, which is really not in line with his description.

The other is a middle-aged man with a red wine gourd at his waist. He is ordinary-looking, but his muscles and bones are strong, and his palms are dark red. Obviously, he is also a Li family who is good at poison.

However, the cultivation of these two people is not very high. They are about five or six layers of gas refining, but they are only refined in combat effectiveness. In terms of actual combat effectiveness, they are a hundred times stronger than Li Rui, who is dedicated to wealth.

Zhu Peng's words did not get a response from the two, and Zhu Peng did not have any doubts. Li Rui next to him wanted to say something, but no one would pay attention to him.

Even Zhu Peng has seen that the two people who accompanied Li Rui's eyes were gruous and had a latent murderous atmosphere. Obviously, they came to seek revenge and trouble. Zhu Tiekui is strong and fierce all his life. Although he is very good to most people, he is in a high position and strong, and there are not many enemies in the world?

Originally, based on the cultivation progress of these two people in front of Zhu Peng, he could only eat dust behind Zhu Tiekai's buttocks all his life, but now Zhu Tiekai has been put down on the battlefield. In their eyes, the opportunity for them to revenge on their private hatred has come. As for Li Rui, coming with him is just an excuse. Now that the goal is achieved, who will listen to him again?

"Dead!" With a burst of shouting, it was not the vicious Taoist priest who took the lead, but the fierce middle-aged man with wine gourd on his waist.

He suddenly shouted loudly and spit out a red poisonous fog visible to the naked eye from his throat, and then his body suddenly rotated like a spiral. Between the slip under his feet, an elbow was like a gyro, and the whole person burst into the poisonous fog. The next moment, his body broke through the fog and went straight to the top of Zhu Peng's face.

This is the skill commonly used by the Li family. The poison gas opens the way, bullies the body in close combat, and then suddenly bursts out the true poison, which is extremely difficult to resist.

What's more, this tough middle-aged body is quite not low. He rotates his waist and legs, and his arms are hard like whips, and he is as strong and fierce as steel and iron bones.

It's just that he looks at the strong way of playing. In fact, he is extremely shameless. Although Zhu Peng's psychological age is not young, his physical age is only more than ten years old at this time. No matter how talented he is, he will suffer from close combat. If one is not good, it is easy to leave hidden dangers and affect the foundation of future practice.

It's just that Zhu Peng is not afraid. He is familiar with his body. Although he is not very strong compared with adults at this time, he will never leave any hidden dangers without knowing it.

What's more, with the existence of these two middle-aged people in front of them, they are only five or six layers of refining gas. Do they have the ability to hurt me?

The two palms open and close between the moving thoughts, the eight palms of the iron hand gossip, the rain and clouds.

Because in his own home, Zhu Peng's Shura gourd is still in the underground stone room. At this time, Zhu Peng can only meet the defeated general through a pair of iron palms and a suit.