Chapter 184

This girl is not high in cultivation, but she has a fiery temper. If she disagrees, she punches Song Yan.

Seeing this, Song Yan felt a little speechless and stepped back, avoiding the girl's fist.

"Bastard, how dare you hide!" Seeing that the punch was missing, the girl couldn't help but get very angry, turned her fist into a palm, and displayed a set of flexible palm techniques to continue attacking Song Yan.

Song Yan became more speechless, you didn't let me hide when you hit me, that's the truth, but the other party looked fifteen or sixteen years old, so he couldn't fight back, so he said solemnly, "Little girl, enough is enough. Come on, don't blame me for being rude if you mess around again!"

"Who are you calling the little girl! I'm going to kill you!"

A little girl completely angered the girl, and the opponent's offensive became more and more violent.

It's just that the gap between her and Song Yan is too great, and she can only see Song Yan dodging one step left and one step right. She looks clumsy, but she can just avoid the girl's attack every time.

"Asshole, don't hide if you can!"

After more than ten consecutive moves, the corners of Song Yan's clothes were not even touched, and the girl felt that her face was dull, and she already hated Song Yan in her heart.

"Quieer stop!"

Just then, a majestic voice sounded.

Then, I saw the door open, and a middle-aged Taoist nun dressed as a Taoist nun and wearing a gray Taoist robe came out.

"Master, this guy is bullying me!"

As soon as the girl saw this Taoist nun appeared, she quickly abandoned Song Yan and ran to the Taoist nun, holding her arm and acting like a spoiled child.

And Song Yan's face darkened, I bullied you, motherfucker, it seems that you have been attacking me, right?

Originally Song Yan thought that this middle-aged Taoist would not be so unreasonable.

did not expect.

When the middle-aged Taoist nun heard the girl's complaint, her face suddenly turned cold, she stared at Song Yan and said, "Where are you from, you dare to come here to bully the poor Taoist disciple!"

"Master, this guy is bad. Not only does he bully me, but he also threatens Senior Sister Yuelian." The girl added with jealousy. For a moment, the face of the middle-aged Daoist became even more gloomy, and her gaze towards Song Yan was already a little unkind.

"For the sake of your youth, Pindao won't care about you, just cut off your arm and apologize!"

Hearing this, Song Yan couldn't help but sigh, what kind of master does he have, and what kind of apprentice does he have. Compared with the girl, this middle-aged Taoist nun is more unreasonable and more cruel.

"What? Not convinced?"

Seeing that Song Yan was speechless, the middle-aged Taoist nun's tone became more severe.

"Really dissatisfied!"

Song Yan said in a loud voice, "Isn't your middle-aged Taoist nurturing foolish? Just based on your apprentice's words, you can conclude that the young master bullied her?"

"I don't believe my apprentice, do I still believe you!" The middle-aged Taoist nun said coldly.

Song Yan: "..."

"Okay, hurry up! Otherwise, it's not as simple as an arm when Pindao does it himself!" The middle-aged Daoist's tone became more and more ruthless.

"I'll cut your sister off!" Song Yan was angry, and scolded the other party: "Young master can understand, both of you master and apprentice are heartless, or the kind whose head is caught by the door panel!"

"Master, he scolded you for being careless, kill him!" the girl urged.

"Damn it! Que'er, you step aside! Wait for the teacher to teach this ignorant boy well!"

While speaking, the middle-aged Taoist nun walked slowly towards Song Yan, stood three meters away from him, and said indifferently, "Stinky boy, you should do it first, lest someone say that the poor way is bullying the small!"

"Humph!"

Song Yan was too lazy to have a quarrel with the other party.

Stepping on Long Teng changed, pulling out a string of phantoms and going straight to the middle-aged Taoist nun, at the same time shooting with both hands towards the front, the first style of the stormy waves took advantage of the situation.

"Boom!"

The waves rolled, imposing, and the strange force field instantly enveloped the middle-aged Taoist aunt.

"not good!"

The middle-aged Taoist snorted, and shot her palms in series. In an instant, she shot seventy-seven forty-nine palms against the void, barely explaining Song Yan's move.

"Pick me up for the second style!"

Song Yan's momentum changed, and his palm became more and more powerful, and the rolling waves instantly drowned the middle-aged Taoist nun.

"boom!"

With a muffled groan, the middle-aged Taoist girl flew out backwards. After barely landing, she stepped back five or six steps before she could stop her figure.

"This...how is this possible?"

Seeing that the uncle was actually beaten back by Song Yan's palms, the red-haired woman's eyes suddenly widened, her eyes were full of disbelief, and the girl was also sluggish, and immediately, she pointed at Song Yan He scolded: "You bastard, shameless, you actually use magic!"

Song Yan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood when he heard the words, and was extremely speechless in his heart.

But the face of the middle-aged Taoist nun was heavy: "Stinky boy, it is a poor Taoist who has missed his eyes. I didn't expect you to be so powerful. That poor Taoist can only use the unique means of the teacher's sect to deal with you!"

While speaking, the middle-aged Taoist nun had an extra talisman in her hand.

"Hurry up as the law dictates, go!"

The talisman paper flew into the sky, spontaneously ignited without fire, and then turned into a yellow light lasing out.

Song Yan subconsciously wanted to dodge, but found that Huang Guang was extremely fast, and instantly fell into his body. Then, he found that his body had become unable to move.

"This is a talisman!"

He was shocked. Immortal cultivators were different from warriors. Their attack methods could be said to emerge in an endless stream. However, most immortal cultivators would choose to attack with magic weapons.

In addition, there are spells, talismans, formations, beasts, summons and other types of attack methods.

And the middle-aged Taoist girl in front of her was able to use the talisman, which meant that she was not an ordinary martial artist, but an immortal cultivator.

"Kid, die!"

Seeing that the talisman was effective, the middle-aged Taoist nun flew out and slapped Song Yan's chest with a palm.

"Space stagnation!"

At this moment, Song Yan activated his supernatural powers, and immediately, the entire small yard was included in the small world created by spatial stagnation.

Song Yan, on the other hand, used the time stagnant in space to urge his true essence to collide with the power of the talisman in his body.

Finally, in the third second, when the spatial stagnation was about to disappear, he rushed away from the influence of the talisman on him.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, he reached out and grabbed the middle-aged Taoist nun's neck.

The middle-aged Taoist nun, who had escaped from the stagnation of space, found that she had actually fallen into Song Yan's hands, and she couldn't help being shocked and angry.

"What sorcery did you use? Let me go, or I want you to look good!"

"I'm bewitching your sister!"

Song Yan had already held back a fire in his heart, and he raised his hand and slapped it out.

"Snapped!"

A loud slap resounded throughout the small courtyard.

"I dare to hit me, I want to kill...!"

"Snapped!"

Another slap, directly slapping the middle-aged Taoist nun's words back into your stomach.

"asshole……!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Several slaps were slapped on the face of the middle-aged Taoist nun again, and suddenly, the other's cheeks swelled at a visible speed.

"You dare to hit my master, I will kill you!"

The girl screamed, rushed up with a dagger in hand, and stabbed Song Yan in the lower abdomen.

"roll!"

Song Yan kicked out, and the girl flew away in response.

"Damn, I really thought I didn't beat women! Today I will teach you a heartless master and apprentice!"

Yelling, Song Yan slapped the middle-aged Taoist nun again.

The red-haired woman on the side was dumbfounded. If the uncle knew, she had provoked this matter... Thinking of this, she shuddered and hurriedly shouted: "Song Yan, stop, this is all Misunderstand!"