Chapter 537 Gu Jiting, I Am a Professional in Fanning the Flames

The arrival of the tomb-guarding boy caused a lot of discussion among the Quanxing monsters.

"Aobai's body? Aobai has been dead for hundreds of years, and his body hasn't rotted into bones yet?"

"After the death of a foreigner, although the innate Qi dissipates, some of the acquired Qi cultivated will remain on the body for a long time. It is said that Aobai is proficient in horizontal training. Whether it is the Golden Bell Cover, the Iron Cloth Shirt, or the Thirteen Taibao's kung fu, they have all reached the pinnacle. His body is like steel that has been tempered a hundred times. In this case, it is not impossible for it to not rot for hundreds of years."

"That makes sense, but I don't know how powerful this iron corpse is when he was alive?"

"Aobai is the bravest man in Manchuria. "Sir, the existence at the top of the alien world, even if this iron corpse has only one or two points of the strength in his life, it is not simple. "

"That's right. In recent years, the Xiangxi corpse-driving Liu family has been chasing the tomb-guarding boy, but they have been chasing him many times in a row, and each time they have failed and lost soldiers and generals. This Aobai iron corpse has made an indispensable contribution."

"By the way, why did the tomb-guarding boy betray the Liu family?"

"It seems to be..."

Before he finished speaking, the dwarf who had been hanging his head raised his head and stared at him. His pair of sinister and resentful pupils seemed to be emitting cold light.

Although he was short and ridiculous, the Aobai iron corpse under his crotch was terrifying. The claws on his hands were one foot long and extremely black, like ten daggers, with a metallic luster.

The big mouth just now stopped talking immediately.

The tomb-guarding boy retracted his gaze and rode the Aobai iron corpse to approach.

The other iron corpses around broke through the ground and slowly sank into the ground.

Ordinary corpse-driving people can only simply control the corpses to jump and walk.

The Liu family, a corpse-carrying family in Xiangxi, can control the movement of corpses underground. They usually look inconspicuous, but once they start to move, they can summon a large number of zombies in an instant.

In the plot, Liu Yanyan used this method to raise corpses on a large scale in the city.

After the tomb-guarding boy, the light around him dimmed, and a man in black with an unclear face appeared on the spot. His Qi was a little special. When it was diffused, it absorbed all the light around him, making a black halo around him, which looked very hazy. In the sun, it was like a walking shadow. If it was at night, I'm afraid I couldn't see anything clearly.

"I didn't expect the shadow to come at this moment. Whose head is he going to take this time?" Someone said.

"I came here to take the head of the little celestial master."

"Yes, yes, yes, the little celestial master is so famous, who wouldn't want to kill him to become famous?"

"If the little celestial master is killed, wouldn't those old men in Longhu Mountain take revenge?"

"Revenge if we can, if we can kill the little celestial master, it's worth it!"

Everyone was talking, and a big monk came over from a distance, hugging a disheveled woman.

"I didn't expect the monk Dengcao to come too!" Someone in the crowd laughed loudly.

"That woman looks pretty, where did the monk Dengcao get the stove top from? I'm jealous." A man wearing a melon-shaped hat and a dog-skin plaster on his temple rubbed his hands like a fly, and said with a wretched face.

"Amitabha, so cool! So cool! This is the Buddha's concubine, you pervert, forget it!" The monk Dengcao laughed.

"Monk, why are you here to wade into this muddy water?" An old Taoist wearing a white lotus crown laughed.

"Amitabha, the Buddha and Wu Man hit it off right away. They once discussed the sutras and Buddha together for three days and three nights. They have a deep friendship. If he is in trouble, the Buddha cannot just sit by and watch!" The monk Dengcao laughed.

"Discussing the sutras and Buddha? Hahahaha... I'm dying of laughter, Hua Monk, do you know what the sutras are and what Buddha is? I think it's better to go to you to ask for flowers and willows!"

In the crowd, a fat monk holding a crescent shovel laughed.

"Huh? Where did this wild monk come from? How dare you say that the Buddha doesn't understand Buddhism?"

The monk Dengcao stopped straightening his waist, snorted coldly, and shot out two white streaks from his nostrils, wrapping his whole body. In an instant, golden light was shining brightly, and it took shape. A fleshy bun grew on his bald head, and in an instant he turned into a six-foot-tall golden body arhat, with Buddha's light all over his body, and auspicious colors illuminated one side.

Seeing this scene, all the monsters present were stunned. Who could have thought that this flower monk who was doing obscene things in public would have such a solemn appearance.

The fat monk who questioned just now was frightened by this horrifying scene and took two steps back. After a moment of stagnation, he showed a crazy look on his face, drooling, and quickly pounced on the thin monk holding a half-moon shovel next to him.

"Fatty, do I fuck you? Get out of here quickly. If you don't get out, I'll shovel off your head with a shovel!"

The thin monk who was pressed under him cursed.

The other monsters present laughed at this scene and made all kinds of comments.

"Bah, it's ugly and dirty. Let me show you some exciting little programs!"

The old Taoist with a white lotus crown on his head laughed.

He took out two pieces of yellow paper from his pocket, flicked his fingers and sent out a stream of Qi to hit the thin monk's forehead, drawing a ball of blood that floated in the air.

He dipped his finger in the blood to draw a talisman, and when it was completed, he stuck it on the thin monk's forehead.

Not long after, a gust of cold wind came from afar with black fog, and a beautiful woman floated out of the black fog and possessed the thin monk.

Seeing this, the old Taoist Bai Lian chanted a spell, and the thin monk's cowpea-like skinny body quickly became plump, and his ugly face with pits and pits became beautiful and delicate, just like the woman just now.

The "woman" cried out tenderly, and then it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, and she and the fat monk had sex as if no one was around, and everyone in Quanxing cheered and shouted to gather strength.

"Humph, that's enough!"

This ridiculous farce was finally ended by a middle-aged woman who couldn't stand it anymore. The woman waved her hand and sprinkled a handful of powder, which flew into the mouth and nose of the fat and thin monk.

The effect was immediate, and the two people with blurred eyes woke up instantly. Seeing this scene, they were stunned for a moment, and then realized what was going on. They roared with grief and anger, and then pushed each other away, picked up their weapons, and killed the monk Dengcao. This humiliation should not stop until death.

The monk Dengcao smiled slightly, and didn't take the two monks seriously. His eyes were moving, and he was about to use another method.

Suddenly...

"Cats and dogs, you are really noisy. Such a jumping clown is worthy of working with us?"

The tomb-guarding boy said coldly with a fierce look in his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Aobai Iron Corpse under his seat took a step forward several feet away, and his body, like a copper wall and iron wall, came to the front of the fat and thin monk.

In an instant, the strong smell of corpses filled his nose, and the fat and thin monk's pupils suddenly widened, reflecting the hideous face of the zombie and the huge mouth and fangs that suddenly opened.

"Ah!"

The two roared, and at the same time swung the magic staff with shovels, and chopped at the zombie fiercely.

"Clang!"

Amidst the sparks, the magic staff forged by hundreds of tempered steel was squeezed into a ball of iron mud by the Aobai Iron Corpse.

Then, the Aobai Iron Corpse stretched out his claws, grabbed the two people, dragged them close, and ate them whole, and the chewing sound was mixed with a series of shrill screams.

The tomb-guarding boy actually controlled the zombies to eat the two alive. The aliens had strong vitality. Even though they were eaten more than half, they did not die. The scene of their dying struggle was chilling.

"Tomb-guarding boy, we came here because the righteous way was unjust, hurt innocent people, and killed the whole family of my Quanxing sect. The sect leader ordered that we must not hurt innocent people and only seek revenge on those who made the tomb-guarding. So we came to seek justice and help Wu Man by the way. You, on the other hand, killed people as soon as you came. What are you doing here?"

In Quanxing, not everyone is afraid of the tomb-guarding boy.

The old Taoist Bai Lian said with some displeasure after the drama he had put on was over.

"Puff..."

Aobai's iron corpse spat out the seeds like a person eating a watermelon, and spit out a pool of chewed bones and blood. The tomb-guarding boy on its head said:

"You still have the nerve to mention Wu Man. I came here with good intentions, but he inexplicably injured several iron corpses. Since he doesn't welcome us, why should we help him? Why don't we all disperse and let him be beaten to death by the Wang and Lu families and the little Taoist priest!"

The tomb-guarding boy was very angry. If he was not unsure, he would have wanted to feed Wu Man to the zombies.

"What the boy said makes sense. We came here and got nothing in return. It's better to disperse and see what happens to Wu Man!" Someone in the crowd echoed.

"That's right. Wu Man's skills are great, but two fists can't beat four hands. How many people have come from Wang and Lu's families, plus there is also a little Taoist priest. He has no chance of survival."

...

Quan Xing is a group of people who indulge themselves in lust. They were already unhappy after being defeated by Wu Man. Now that the tomb guard boy has provoked them, they immediately get angry.

But at this time, Gu Jiting, who was wearing a somewhat baggy suit, spoke up in the crowd:

"Everyone, everyone, let's just complain, but don't really fool yourself. Are we here to help Wu Man? Bah! Wu Man's life or death has nothing to do with me. Let alone saving him, I won't even help him if he dies in front of me."

"Are we here to avenge Yuan Jingui? Who is Yuan Jingui? Where did he come from? I don't even know him. Let's avenge him!"

"To be honest, the reason I came here is because the leader gave an order, asking us to find trouble. We are only allowed to trouble the guys from the four families, and we cannot implicate innocent people. At the same time, the little Taoist priest returned the favor and did not trouble us, but only Wu Man."

"The leader gave an order with his life, and we should listen to it no matter how reckless we are, but I am very curious about what the little Taoist priest is, and why he is worthy of the leader. I will give this order with my life as a guarantee!"

"The master gave this order because he thinks that our Quanxing can't stand being killed by that bastard called Little Heavenly Master?"

Gu Jiting said with emotion and sneered:

"Haha, then I just don't believe this evil, I want to see if the little Heavenly Master has three heads and six arms?"

Someone immediately echoed: "That's right, brother, what you said hits the nail on the head. What about Wu Man and Yuan Jingui? Their affairs have nothing to do with me. I just want to see what kind of monster the little Heavenly Master is that made the master give this order!"

Someone else said: "Yes, yes, that's what I think. I was almost led astray by the tomb boy just now. Wu Man's attitude is bad, so is his attitude. Anyway, my trip has nothing to do with him!"

"Me too!"

The people who were angry about Wu Man's attitude just now suddenly made a 180-degree turn.

Quanxing is just such a group of people. They are confused and have no goals. They don't know where to go. Other people's words and attitudes can influence their temperament. If you don't let me do it, then I will do it.

Wu Gensheng asked them not to implicate innocent people. He gave the order of the leader, and they couldn't disobey.

But they were not happy to ask Zhang Zhiwei to only cause trouble for Wu Man and not implicate other innocent people in Quanxing.

What's the matter? You don't implicate me. Do you look down on me? !

In that case, I will implicate you!

This is the reason why they came here.

Gu Jiting looked at the angry crowd and clapped his hands and said:

"Good! Good job, as far as I know, the little master and the people of the four families are already on the way. We must be alert later and don't lose face!"

"Brother, just wait and see, the Wang and Lu families will be in trouble later, and the little master will be killed on the spot!!"

"That's right, take the little master's head and throw it in front of the acting head, let him see what's going on!"

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Everyone was talking.

Beside Gu Jiting, Xia Liuqing scratched his bald head and whispered:

"Old Gu, what are you doing? Do you really want to mess with the little master? That guy is so stubborn, don't kill yourself!"

Although Xia Liuqing had never seen Zhang Zhiwei, he knew how powerful his sister was who achieved the third level of the Godhead Mask after his death.

Such a terrifying female ghost, when she met the little Taoist priest, she was gone without causing any trouble, just like that.

He didn't want to experience this terrifying strength at all. Speaking of it, Xia Liuqing was also a killer. At such a young age, the number of people who died in his hands had exceeded two digits.

But he had an advantage, that is, he knew his own strengths and weaknesses, so he could seek benefits and avoid harm. In his opinion, Gu Jiting's current behavior was a suicidal behavior.

"I say, Lao Qing, have you forgotten what I do? I am a sorcerer and fortune teller. Seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster is my specialty. How can I not have some tricks?"

Gu Jiting replied in a low voice, and then turned around and echoed loudly: "Good, good job, do it, fuck it."

"Then you..." Xia Liuqing looked suspicious.

"What do you mean by me?"

Xia Liuqing's eyes turned and he reacted: "You are adding fuel to the fire!"

Gu Jiting smiled but said nothing.

"My goodness, in my opinion, the dead Yuan Jingui was not the Changming Yegan, but you, my friend, you are the real Changming Yegan!" Xia Liuqing muttered in a low voice.