These spells are all kinds of strange things, and they are almost the simplest fire spells, but fireballs and rains throw them all over the place, and there are also some strange and insidious tricks, whether they are curses or ointments mixed with very corrosive herbs, or even the so-called hidden weapons of people in the world. There are many caltrops and flying knives on the ground.

But none of these seemed to kill the man who dared to reach out to the copper pot just after the owner died in the last nominal way.

It seemed that even magic could not invade around Tang Qian. The dirt road at his feet was just a dirt road. The flames gradually extinguished around him. The flying swords and hidden weapons just stopped at his feet. Tang Qian actually just took out the broken sword that didn't even have a scabbard.

Without scabbards, it is just unsheathing.

"I'm actually just touching it." Tang Qian was still in a mood to laugh. As soon as he finished speaking, more magic tricks that were more complicated than just now had arrived. All Tang Qian could do was to draw a sword.

There are about hundreds of monks coming to Zhoujia Village, and these hundreds of monks have about a hundred ways to practice Taoism. Different Taos can be ignored, but they can also kill one person together.

At this moment, even Tang Qian's sword light could not be seen clearly. The sword light seemed to have dissipated in this moment because of the combined attack of these hundreds of cultivators.

A few miles away, there were carriages, bells, and a woman with long and beautiful legs. Although the woman still did not use makeup, she had a lot of decoration on her body.

She wore a big red dress that she wouldn't usually hear from. There was a very beautiful red flower on her waist. The flower moved with the wind, as if she was alive, breathing.

She just waved her hand and a water curtain appeared in front of her, and at this time she happened to see Tang Qian's sword light disappearing.

"Die? Death is so good, and she dies well." The woman was very happy. She didn't dare to disturb the man in the carriage, so no matter how happy she was, her voice was very small, and even the idea of ​​applause was denied the moment it appeared.

"You can speak louder." The low male voice was very mellow, and the woman's body was trembling a little. She didn't dare to speak, so she wanted to remove her spell and let the water curtain dissipate.

"He wasn't dead, and it was very interesting," said the man, who was in the carriage but did not show up: "It's fun to continue

Keep watching.”

In the water curtain, Tang Qian's figure had already appeared behind a monk squatting on the roof ready to go. The monk was very murderous and looked like some kind of animal. He was probably best at close combat. He was covered in dark clothes, his face was covered with black cloth, and only his eyes were exposed.

Black eyes full of murderous aura.

It seems that if Tang Qian rushed forward and killed Tang Qian as soon as he appeared in the most concentrated part of the attacks of the monks.

There are many types of monks who are good at close-killing, but they generally have the same characteristic. Their perception of danger is clearer. In an instant, the monk turned around and was slightly stunned when he saw Tang Qian.

Because Tang Qian was still holding the copper pot in his hand, but the earthen platform connected to the copper pot was also held by him. Even if these hundreds of monks studied together for a long time, they only confirmed that they could only fulfill the requirements of those words by accepting their fate. Only after they finished the work could they get the copper pot. Because the earth platform was too strong, and the copper pot still seemed to be growing on it and did not move.

So this monk didn't expect that Tang Qian could cut off the entire earth platform together.

Tang Qian actually threw the copper pot and the earth platform to the monk: "It seems that you are quite strong, please take it."

The earthen platform was carrying a copper pot, and it flew over when the monk was stunned. The monk subconsciously took it, but he fell into the house with the earthen platform. The roof was actually crushed by this earthen platform!

Tang Qian even shouted, "Come on, this man has got the copper pot. Come and see, this kid dares not show his face. Think about it, if he secretly picks the copper pot out of the soil in the room after a while, and then removes the black cloth on his face, I don't believe who can catch him!"

The monks present were not blind. He didn't need to say that the monks could see clearly what Tang Qian said.

In the distance, the woman could see clearly. The man in the carriage still did not show his face. The woman actually couldn't understand why his master didn't have to look at it. If she could know it without looking at it, then what's the use of keeping her spell?

"Is this person driving away wolves and tigers?" the woman said softly.

"It's more like a joke, he wants to see how much these people can disappoint him."

Tang Qian's words are obviously possible

It was obvious that I wanted everyone to attack this masked monk, but some things were like you. You obviously wanted to do it, so what could you do even if someone said it in advance?

So there was a shortage of a farmer in Zhoujia Village to live in an instant. It was a pity that the only good news was that there were children in this family. When the masked monk fell into the house, he was very loud and the child cried again.

So Tang Qian's people had already rushed into the attack of the monks in this village. The violent spiritual energy made the entire Zhoujia Village sway slightly. When the end was over, Tang Qian stood in front of the three of the family.

They are all mortals, the simplest ordinary people.

Tang Qian grabbed the masked monk who had already faced no recognition in one hand. He was really not wearing a black cloth now, but he could no longer see what he looked like. The other hand was still dragging the bottom of the earth platform, and the copper pot was still placed firmly on it. Tang Qian threw the monk aside as if he had thrown away the most ragged leather bag, and then said to the trembling farmer: "You can take care of him, add a small bowl of millet porridge every day." Tang Qian said with a smile: "Then he will compensate you when he can move your house."

The farmer nodded numbly, while his wife was already a little dazed, probably frightened.

"To be honest, they are not as good as robbers," Tang Qian continued to drag the earthen platform as if nothing had happened: "There are robbers who burn houses, but if they really get on the turn to blow up the house, these people will be very powerful."

Tang Qian did not expect a numb farmer to answer this sentence.

The old man who was a little further away was trembling. The guy who just wanted to make money was so scary. The old man was thinking about his old hometown saying, because he always felt that he had just taken action against this man and would probably not be able to escape death.

He actually saw more thoroughly. After all the monks in the village tried it, they still couldn't beat the earth platform. Tang Qian was able to kill with one sword, which means that even the most powerful person in this village might not be able to beat Tang Qian.

Just this ancestor, I wanted to make money and kill myself and earn some coffin book?

The old man thought to himself that he was so arrogant.

The monks probably didn't think as much as the old man thought. Most of them were seriously thinking about where to kill Tang Qian, whether it was his neck or heart.
Chapter completed!