New White Snake Asking Immortals

The old monk Huixian led Xiaoshi to meditate and recite scriptures by the lake all day long.

The village tyrant, the big white goose, swam in front of the old man and the young man, with white hair floating on the green water and red palms plucking the waves, the two master and apprentice stood still as if they were gods, and the villagers were even more frightened by the gods. Two disciples eat.

by the lake.

Little Stone looked up at the master just now.

"Master, how many days are we going to sit here?"

"Don't worry, just leave after three or five days."

"It's going to be a long time..."

Little Stone misses the birds and the tranquility in the mountains. Sitting by the lake every day is boring. Children are naturally active and can’t stand it. Although they don’t need to pull weeds to work here, they feel uncomfortable.

"Let's stay here for a few days, and the villagers will feel relieved and rest assured that the sun rises and the sun goes down. Anyway, the big monster shouldn't harm people."

"Demon... Really can't hurt anyone?" Xiao Shishi stared at Hui Xian with wide eyes.

"Who knows..."

Huixian murmured silently, quietly looking at the lake, watching the white geese playing in the water, watching the reflection of the landscape in the lake, the calm water flooded the Wang Family Courtyard, the white walls and green water, but it had a different artistic conception.

Turning his head to look at the entrance of the village, a fortune teller holding a banner came to Wangjiaji...

The vision of Wangjiaji is not obvious. Occasionally, a gentleman who passes by and has real information will find that this place is strange, but because of his lack of knowledge and knowledge, he does not understand what the magic is, so he will go to the village to check it out of curiosity.

But the more you look, the more confused you become, the leylines are chaotic, and you can't see any clues.

Bai Yujun sits at the door to bask in the sun, and uses the sun to raise her body temperature. Now she can't get the sun if she wants to in the rainy season, so she should cherish it.

Lifting his eyelids, he saw the gentleman passing by the door.

Most of the fortune-tellers who come to this Wangjiaji have a little ink, and it is impossible for a liar to find out that this place is abnormal. Come on, if you don’t believe that you can even find the general star after modifying the leyline’s momentum disorder, isn’t this one just in front of the door? It is estimated that the lake is unusual.

They are just idle gentlemen, not Bai Yujun Blowing. No one in this world understands the earth pulse better than himself.

Casually noisy, let's bask in the sun.

The wind blew the sweet-scented osmanthus trees, and the waves of the lake slapped the embankment. The people in Wangjiaji finally realized that they could use the lake to raise fish. The small lake at the entrance was as big as a natural fish pond.

Anyway, the water also flooded the fields, so I simply raised fish, which could be eaten by myself and sold, or dried and left for the winter.

Wang Jiaji began to raise fish farming matters.

Unknowingly, cloudy clouds floated from the sky to block the sun, and it was drizzling. The old monk Huixian led the small stone to live in the village and continued to fight the demon. The villagers felt that the old monk Huixian must deter the water demon before the completion of the fish pond. Little do they know that the two masters and apprentices simply walked through the motions.

Bai Yujun has not made oil-paper umbrellas in the past two days.

It was raining and misty, and the green mountains, green water, and clouds covered the fog. It was a pity not to go to the lakeside with such a beautiful scenery. By the way, I advertised the oil-paper umbrella I made.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with mountains and rivers, Bai Yujun deliberately changed into a Hanfu with a curly robe, with long hair reaching her waist and her face deserted, standing quietly by the lake.

Misty Yuming is blindfolded, Lanzhou Xiaomo painted the west of the bridge.

The light wind mixed with the smell of the lake blew, and the people around the lake stood still. In addition to advertising her oil-paper umbrella, Bai Yujun was still waiting for someone to come to look for the general.

The sky in the east contains blood red, which means that there will be people coming from the east today, and those who come are not good.

The drizzle seemed to be pouring into my heart.

Sometimes Bai Yujun really hopes that he is a real master like Gan Wu, who has no self and no sword, kills all the enemies in front of him, and is fierce and powerful.

Gan Wu is a sword cultivator, um, will he become a sword cultivator when he has perfected his swordsmanship.

In other words... I have never comprehended any advanced swordsmanship or the artistic conception of swordsmanship. Most of the time, I use it smoothly. I am very thorough about wind, rain, rivers and lakes, but I am not very proficient in killing techniques. Go crooked.

Reaching out, the slender white palm stretched out beyond the coverage of the paper umbrella, and the rain swept past the edge of the palm without dripping.

The five fingers folded together, and the nearby rainwater was immediately gathered into the palm of the hand to form a ball of water.

The palm shook violently, the water ball collapsed and turned into water vapor to form several small clouds, and the small clouds rained, as if it was no different from this world.

At the entrance of the village, a monk came.

Rather than calling it a monk, the word Arhat is more appropriate. He has big shoulders and a round body like a bear, bronze skin, shoulders resisting a crescent shovel, bare shoulders, a fist-sized black bead hanging on his chest, and the footprints on his straw sandals are twice as big as others. Holding an umbrella, striding meteors in the rain.

By the lake, Bai Yujun's position just blocked the road into the village.

The monk Luohan stopped in his footsteps, without anger, staring at the woman by the lake with big eyes, a young girl under the oil-paper umbrella, changing spells in his hands, he felt a strong murderous aura.

"Why are you blocking the road?" Arhat monk asked.

"There is no way here, please go back."

Bai Yujun kept looking at the lake and didn't turn around. The Arhat monk of the Jindan stage, with strong qi and blood, was a physical cultivator. He completely restrained him, just thinking about how to force him back as quickly as possible if the other party refused to give up.

If Western sects discover the general and handsome star, it will not be just an Arhat monk, the only possibility is that many sects cast a wide net to search for the chosen person. Among the mysteries.

"No way? The road is at the foot of Sa's house, are you... a demon?"

"Good vision, this place is where I practice, please come back."

Hearing this, Monk Arhat laughed, starting to chuckle and then the laughter became louder and louder, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and burst into tears.

Bai Yujun is also laughing, as long as he fools the other party, the rest doesn't matter.

"Hahaha~ Even the mere monsters dare to occupy the mountains as kings~ Waiting for the Sajia family to subdue the demons and eliminate the demons and save the people of Limin from water and fire!"

"The evildoer will die!"

The shirtless Arhat roared like a humanoid dinosaur!

Bai Yujun sighed~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I don't have time to build weapons, so now I have to use a horizontal knife to fight long soldiers. I really can't delay the issue of weapons. Fortunately, we have a strong physique.

Put down the oil-paper umbrella, draw the knife, and the sharp horizontal knife with faint fluorescence cut through the rain.

The weapon suffered a hard hit, and when it was about to fight, he changed the knife technique to block the crescent shovel, and the blade swept the long handle of the crescent shovel and wiped out a little spark...

Seeing the monster approaching and wanting to use his fists, the monk Luohan sneered and punched his opponent!

At the same time, Bai Yujun also raised his small fist to face the big fist of the clay pot, and snake scales appeared on the back of his hand!

One big and one small two fists touch...

It seems to be the difference in size between a watermelon and a peach. As soon as they fight each other, they will compete for strength and physique. It seems that the weapon is just an external thing. Both sides have absolute confidence in their own body strength.

Bang~!

A shock wave broke out in the middle of the fist, and the shattered raindrops turned into mist and spread in a circle...