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Chapter 43 - Chapter 43 A fist as big as a sandbag

Chen Jiu rolled up his sleeves again, looked at the tall crowned man in the middle of the deep pit, and then at the other two, squinting and smiling.

The other two had already sacrificed their magic weapons and surrounded them with dignified expressions.

The gray-robed man hung a jade bead hanging from his head, it should be from the lineage of Wulei Zhengfa, which has great killing power, but it is not known whether the sword on his waist is a sword cultivator.

The monk surnamed Zhang's robes were glowing, and green flames would appear, burning the void. I don't know which fire law orthodox lineage it is.

Both of them felt heavy.

I didn't expect to encounter a hard idea in today's action. This sick man who looks weak is actually a physical martial artist with incredible combat power!

Chen Jiu looked at the gray-robed man and said with a smile, "You want a gourd, right?"

The gray-robed man looked horrified.

Chen Jiu had arrived in an instant, grabbed his head with one hand, and slammed it down. There was a loud bang, the ground was cracked, and dust was everywhere.

The gray-robed man fell down in the middle of the cracked ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, his expression terrified, and he didn't dare to move at all. The Thunder Slaying Jade fell aside, and the light dissipated.

The last remaining monk surnamed Zhang immediately tore off his robes with green flames, sweated profusely, bowed his head and saluted, and hurriedly apologized: "For bothering seniors, this junior made a mistake, I pray that seniors will be magnanimous and forgive this junior once."

He can be regarded as a smart person if he can immediately show his shame after examining the current situation.

Chen Jiu put down his sleeves, picked up the fallen Thunder Jade Stone, wiped the dust, threw it away, and said boringly: "Get out, get out, don't do this again in the future, if you don't have the ability to fart, just pretend to be coercive like others, only those who are beaten share."

The monk surnamed Zhang got up and saluted again, regardless of the other two seriously injured on the ground, he quickly fled.

When Chen Jiu saw him, he smiled again, "What a good brother."

He shook his head, held the Thunder Jade Stone in his hand and kept waving it, and asked the gray-robed man lying on the ground who was still bleeding from his orifices.

"Lend me this bead for fun, isn't it a problem?"

The gray-robed man dared not refuse, he nodded quickly, "Just take it, senior."

Chen Jiu smiled again and reminded: "Remember to take your good brother away with you later."

Naturally, he was talking about the man with the crown who received a punch from Chen Jiu at the very beginning.

The gray-robed monk nodded quickly.

Chen Jiu didn't say much, picked up the glass cup, took the guide mouse, turned around and walked away, and went to some mansion.

Waiting for Chen Jiu's figure to disappear completely, the gray-robed monk staggered to his feet, took out a few healing pills from his arms, swallowed them, and looked at another sunken pit where a man with a high crown was buried, with gloomy eyes.

This time he acted, he lost a magic weapon of killing thunder and jade, the loss can be described as heavy, so naturally he can't let it go like this.

I have to earn some money back, and I have to wrong another "dead" fellow Taoist.

This time in the cave, there are enough chances, and life and death are naturally uncertain. If one dies unfortunately, one can only mourn and cannot be tracked down.

If you really want to investigate, it's also the guy in the blue shirt, so what's the matter with me?

The gray-robed man was smiling and in a good mood.

The so-called blessing and misfortune depend on each other, which is probably the case.

Lost one magic weapon, got all the magic weapons of this high crowned man, made a lot of money, and then went back to the city to heal his wounds in peace, why not do it?

The gray-robed man smiled and walked to the deep pit where the high-crowned monk fell into a coma. When he drew his sword and slashed, blood overflowed.

A sword is enough to end the matter, but it is also a happy death.

The gray-robed man wiped the flying sword, cupped his fists and bowed to the corpse, and said with a smile, "Thank you fellow daoist for the opportunity."

Suddenly there was a voice of ridicule.

"Then I thank you both together."

The gray-robed man turned his head in horror. It was the monk surnamed Zhang who had gone and returned. He hurriedly said, "Friend Zhang, we can divide the two equally, and we can continue afterward..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cultivator surnamed Zhang used a blue silk fire method to burn away. Coupled with a fire talisman that is best at attacking from the front, it instantly killed the seriously injured gray robe who had no resistance man.

The cultivator surnamed Zhang wrapped his fingers around the Qingyan silk thread and circulated it continuously, with a smile on his face, he murmured.

"Two fellow Taoists, don't worry, wait for Zhang to go out, and report the news of the death to the two sects, so that the body-cultivating martial artist from before will pay for his life by killing someone."

In the distance of the mansion, Chen Jiu kept looking at him coldly, and when something happened, he really turned around and left, not wanting to worry about it.

Dog eats dog.

It was all right, so he found a pond in the mansion, took out a fishing rod from the purple gold gourd, and went back to his old profession. He didn't know if there were any fish in the pond, so he became a fisherman in green shirt.

The battle in the mansion on the mountain top in the distance is getting louder and louder, magic weapons are flying, and many Taoist techniques are being used, just like Taoism competing for glory, comparing the winners and losers.

It's just that if you lose, you may die. However, the monks in the world are all fighting for this night's life and death, so you can't be too resentful.

Chen Jiu'an quietly faced his fisherman, but there were still people bothering him.

This time it was a man who was dressed like a scholar, and there was no malice in his expression, and he was not polite. He sat directly beside Chen Jiu and asked curiously.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you fishing for here?"

Chen Jiu didn't even raise his head, "Fishing bastards."

The scholar looked at the water curiously, wondering: "There are no cuckolds in this water, how do you fish?"

Chen Jiu raised his head to look at the scholar, and said meaningfully, "I just caught one here."

The scholar was stunned, but he was also amused, and laughed at himself: "It's really a wisher who took the bait."

Chen Jiu smiled, but didn't really want to talk, and continued to remain silent.

The scholar sat aside, watching the hook go up and down, and suddenly said: "In ancient times, there were sages who fished kun in the East China Sea. More recently, there are dragon catchers, and now there are also whale catchers. The things that fellow Taoists do are not the same as These guys are somewhat similar."

Chen Jiu grinned and cursed: "Like a fart, don't curse me, it should be a whale catching me, a dragon eating me, and a kun swallowing me."

The scholar smiled dumbly, "That's true."

These low-level monks dare not meet this ancient giant beast.

According to legend, if it belongs to a dragon descendant with the length of a scale insect, it has at least a golden core cultivation base since its birth. If it is the essence of blood, like the heir of a real dragon, it will be a real immortal born in the ten realms, and its combat power is extremely powerful.

However, dragon descendants are rare in the world, not to mention that they were beheaded seven or eight out of ten by the Overseas God in history. It is rumored that he has a fairy art "spring wind kills dragons", which is extremely powerful. In the second realm, he won the title of Supreme Heavenly Monarch.

The purebred dragon descendants in the world are getting rarer and rarer, and there are not many left. Most of the flood dragons seen today are from the Jianghualong that the scale insect belongs to, so it is not orthodox.

The two fell silent one after another.

The pond in front of me suddenly changed, and the pool burst into a transparent brilliance, which seemed to shoot straight into the sky. The pool was as smooth as a mirror, and a round of moon was reflected in it.

Chen Jiu put away his fishing rod, his green eyes widened, and he was very puzzled.

What the hell?

The scholar stood up suddenly, with a pleasant expression on his face, and said loudly: "Friend Daoist, it belongs to the magic weapon, and it is a rare and rare magic weapon of transformation, like a flower in a mirror!"

Magical treasure spirits, as the name suggests, but there is no way to know whether it is a magic weapon or a spirit monster first, but every time a magic weapon spirit monster is born, it will have a great momentum and amazing supernatural powers.

Such as this mirror, the moon in the water, has the supernatural power of transformation, can transform the device at will, and can even imitate other people's magic weapons, and if it is properly nourished, it is willing to spend the gods' money, and even the imitated magic weapons still have their original power.

The pond shrank suddenly and turned into that Lei Zhu jade.

A monk in the distance has seen the vision and rushed over quickly, which means that it is already approaching.

Chen Jiu glanced at the transformed Thunder Jade Stone, smiled, patted the purple gold gourd, and shouted: "Take it for me."

Zijin Gourd's supernatural power suddenly exploded.

The strong wind suddenly blew up, and the spiritual energy of the heaven and the earth seemed to be thinned for an instant, and was sucked into it by the Zijin gourd.

There was nothing in front of Chen Jiu's eyes, and everything went into the gourd. He was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect the power of the gourd to be so powerful. He used it to install some barbecue grills before, but he felt wronged.

This mirror flower water moon is quite a bit self-indulgent.

The scholar stared at him in a daze, "Fellow Daoist, you are a bit domineering."

Chen Jiu scratched his head and smiled, "It's free, I didn't expect it to be so fierce."

The scholar was even more speechless.

Free gift?

Where can I get such an overbearing magic weapon for storage?

Chen Jiu dismissed the scholar again, quietly rolled up his sleeves, shook his fist, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself.

"It's really a fist as big as a sandbag."

The scholar looked amused at the side, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I'm not too demanding about this magic weapon. We are destined for each other. Since it's an ownerless thing, you take it first, then it's yours." gone."

Chen Jiu smiled and gave a thumbs up, "As expected of a book reader, I understand the truth."

The scholar is really funny, I think this brother's words and deeds are really funny, if he really wants to snatch it, how can he stop this brother based on his weak appearance?

To put it bluntly, no one in the city can fight him more than his two-handed skills.

As a scholar of the Confucian school, he naturally understands the truth and is easy to talk.

It's just that some monks are not like this.

Many monks had already come around, and they all watched Chen Jiu put the newly born magic weapon into the gourd with their own eyes. Now not only the newly born magic weapon was missed, but even the gourd was coveted by all the monks.

Although all the monks were watching, no one did anything. They were afraid, not because they were afraid of Chen Jiu, but because they were afraid of the scholar.

What is Xiaoren Chen afraid of? Most of the people present knew Chen Jiu, and they knew that Chen Xiaoren and Chen Ruanfan were nothing but a young man with low realm and combat power.

It's just that such a bastard can still get two such magic weapons, it's really God's eyes, and it makes people jealous.

Seeing more and more people watching, Chen Jiu felt that something was wrong. He took the guide mouse, picked up the fishing rod, carried it on his shoulder, and walked south, shouting loudly: "Go home for dinner, make way, Give way."

All the monks paid no attention to the sick man in green shirt, they were all watching the scholar's movements.

The scholar is also speechless, this brother's ability to seek death is first-class, he will squeeze wherever there are many people, and he still has these two magic weapons, he really thinks his life is long.

Although I have a predestined relationship with him, it is not deep, and I can't protect him, but if he is really going to be killed, I can still save him, and I don't care about the rest.

The onlookers saw that the scholar hadn't moved, and the frail blue-clothed man was about to leave with the magic weapon, and it became more and more unbearable.

A monk from the four realms, relying on the orthodoxy and tough combat power, shot directly, blocked Chen Jiu, and said in a deep voice: "Although I don't know what relationship you have with that scholar, I'm afraid it's too good to want to leave like this. Bar?"

Chen Jiu was carrying the fishing rod, narrowed his green eyes, and asked, "What do you mean?"

The Four Realms cultivator, who practiced pure fire art, opened his hands, laughed and said, "Heaven and earth magic weapon, whoever sees it has a share, keep the magic weapon, and the monks present will decide whether it will stay or not."

Between the words, there was a great momentum of onlookers watching the monks, and there were many voices of agreement for a while.

Chen Jiu chuckled, put down his fishing rod, rolled up his sleeves, and muttered, "Why are you so annoying?"

He looked at his fist again, suddenly smiled and said, "It's really as big as a sandbag."

Then invite people to eat.

He got up and flew over, punched, and took the head of the monk in front of him.

The monks of the four realms made seals with their hands, which was a high-ranking technique for summoning spirits. They jumped out of the fire python and went straight to Chen Jiu.

The flame expanded and squeezed, then burst suddenly, shocking the surrounding aura and shaking.

The monks around hurriedly dispersed.

The center of the explosion raised smoke and dust, and the vision was hazy.

A figure slowly walked out from inside, and he lifted the smoke and dust with one hand, and he could see everything at a glance.

The front of the Qingshan guest's chest has been blown open, his chest is pitch black, and there is still blood flowing out.

The man in the blue shirt looked down at the blood on his chest, and when he looked up, the golden light in his blue eyes seemed to spread faintly.

The surrounding aura seemed to be disturbed by the fist.

The scholar's eyes narrowed, and his expression suddenly became serious. He didn't see the depth of this brother before, it was really a mistake.

The cultivator of the four realms stretched out his hand and pinched a complex seal, his body shook, and he slowly climbed out three fire pythons, grinning grinningly, "Looking for death!"

The fire python has a tongue of fire, and suddenly strikes!

The fist intent on Chen Jiu's body soared upwards.

He clenched his fist, looked at it, and laughed to himself, "It's really as big as a sandbag."

So he punched the fire python to death.

By the way, the monks of the four realms were killed for half their lives.