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Swordsman Chapter 37: Dirty Immortal Treasure!  Son of Fuxi!  -Second update, please vote for me!

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    The man in the iron mask glanced contemptuously at the disheveled monk Yizhen with red lip marks on his face: "Charlatans dare to desecrate the artifact! Be careful."

    But he couldn¡¯t speak any more.

    Because Kazuma really jumped up.

    He took off his shoes and socks, and a bitter atmosphere suddenly filled the scene.

    Lin Yueru was so smoked that she frowned.

    Yizhen jumped up with his bare feet, holding the smelly shoes in both hands, and slapped the purple-gold lightning with his palm like a fly!

    The man in the iron mask sneered: "If this can defile the S-level immortal treasure, I will eat your stinky shoes!"

    But many things in the world are just coincidences.

    This really smelly shoe was like a slipper hitting Xiaoqiang, with a slap, it knocked him down!

    The man in the iron mask's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

    After rolling on the ground twice, it immediately turned into a purple-gold mouse and rushed forward with lightning speed.

    This thing still refuses to give up and wants to escape and return to its owner.

    Yizhen laughed loudly: "Beast, where are you going?"

    This time, this guy was even more obscene. He put his hand into his crotch and rubbed it for a while.

    This scene was so beautiful that Lin Yueru turned her head angrily, but without saying a word, Lin Tiannan looked ugly.

    The onlookers were stunned.

    Is it really okay to do this on the street?  You are a monk, old monk.

    But Yizhen immediately threw out the unique-smelling, self-produced projectile, and used his magical power to shoot directly at the quickly escaping people.

    Although the speed was very fast, Yi Zhen's magic power was so accurate that he was hit instantly.

    as a result of.  Like a mouse that has seen a cat, bursts of black smoke erupted from its body, and it was trembling. It could only move around but could not take a step forward.

    Yizhen laughed.  Just like a wretched uncle who succeeds in attacking a young girl, his laughter is really unspeakably wretched.

    With three steps and three steps, he walked up to the spinning group, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed it.  He laughed and said: "What a sb thing who doesn't know how to live or die! In front of your uncle Yizhen"

    He looked up and saw that the crowd of spectators around him had expressions of collapse.

    Suzhou is a place where there was a sea of ????dharma in ancient times and a true monk now.  It¡¯s really a shame for Buddhism.

    Yizhen still wanted to be shameless. He coughed twice and put on the face of an eminent monk with compassion for heaven and earth and said: "Oh, I also pity you. You were originally an immortal treasure. Now that you are in the world of mortals, you can't practice peacefully. I'll give it to you once.  How about erasing your spiritual consciousness and allowing you to practice Taoism as soon as possible?"

    Although it was even more trembling, it was running around like a little mad cow without any intention of surrendering.

    At this time, the man in the iron mask was stunned.

    He never thought that someone could actually intercept him.

    This is a treasure from heaven!

    A unique treasure.

    When he realized that the problem was serious, he saw this old and wretched monk in front of him.  Not only is it not a pretense, but it can actually deface the fairy treasure!

    Thinking of the master¡¯s fairy treasure.  He was trembling all over because of the possible loss.  He roared angrily and hurriedly rushed towards Yizhen: "Put that thing down! Otherwise you will definitely regret it!"

    Monk Yizhen laughed wildly, looked at the dishonest thing in his hand, coughed, and spat twice on the gourd.

    Poor thing, it seemed as if he was completely collapsed by these two mouths of spit, and let out a cry that everyone could hear clearly.  Then bursts of fairy mist appeared on the body

    "No!" The man in the iron mask shouted in despair: "You don't know how much trouble this will cause. Everyone present, everyone in the human world will be punished!"

    Yizhen ignored him and continued to torture the poor thing.

    The atmosphere was dull for a while, and at the moment when he was being assimilated by Yizhen, a confused voice suddenly came out: "Who is it? The one who is blaspheming this God? The crime is unforgivable!"

    Hearing this voice, Du Yu felt an inexplicable tremor from the depths of his soul.

    It was as if I were meeting Nuwa Empress for the first time and hearing her voice made me instinctively feel awe.

    This is a creature at the bottom of the food chain, and it is instinctively in awe of the creatures at the top of the food chain!

    "This master of the Iron Masked Man doesn't look simple at all!" Du Yuqiang calmed himself.

    Hearing that voice, the Iron Masked Man felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He laughed loudly, suddenly knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed to him: "Disciple, I kneel down to worship my master. Just now, I encountered demons and monsters. In desperation, I asked you to move, but first  The master also felt it. This demon was so powerful that he not only destroyed the magic, but also took the opportunity to defile the immortal treasure. ???

    The old man's voice paused, and he snorted coldly: "Uncle He! You are such a useless waste! Compared with your three brothers, you are far behind! Forget it, I will do my best again when you come back.  Get rid of you. No matter where you are, get out of here! Otherwise I will make you regret being born in this world!"

    Du Yu has not yet responded.

    Monk Yizhen laughed ferociously and said, "You are already dying, yet you still dare to talk nonsense! What nonsense are you talking about?"

    He coughed dryly and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm that he couldn't bear to look at, towards the purple gold fairy gourd.

    ¡°Perhaps after enduring his abuse and filth for too long, the purple golden fairy gourd that was originally full of fairy energy twitched in despair.  The old man's voice was full of anger, as if he didn't believe that his treasure was snatched away like this, and he let out a shrill roar: "You! You are so bold! I will never give up."

    Speaking of which, there is no news!

    The purple golden fairy gourd fell to the ground without a sound, like a little white flower that had resigned to its fate and withered, lying on the ground desolately, waiting for the judgment of reputation.

    The eyes of the man in the iron mask bulged out!

    He couldn¡¯t imagine that the owner of the voice just now, his most holy teacher, would actually act like this

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Then the soul mark on the treasure was wiped alive by others, and it was just robbed?

    Monk Yizhen smiled wretchedly, stepped forward, picked up the treasure, and wiped it carelessly twice with his dirty sleeves.  Du Yu even felt that the purple gold gourd was covered with his spit and was making a sad cry.

    Monk Yizhen cursed and said: "Old monk, who are you? Can the treasure that fell into my hands escape? You are rebelling against me! Hehe."

    With a sinister smile on his face, he came to Du Yu with the raped purple golden gourd and handed it to Du Yu: "It's done!"

    Du Yu¡¯s mind stayed on the old man¡¯s voice.

    "It is said that Fu Xi had four sons! The eldest was called Xizhong, the second was called Uncle Xi, the third was called He Zhong, and the fourth was called Uncle He. The old man called the iron-faced man Uncle He, and also said that he was not as good as his three brothers. Could it be?"

    Du envisioned a terrible possibility.

    If this possibility is true, then the threat to him from the Iron Masked Man in front of him immediately exceeds the pressure Hou Xiaobai exerts on Du Yu!

    Monk Yizhen saw Du Yu in a daze, stuffed the treasure into Du Yu's arms, and said with a smile: "My mission is completed. It's still a bit dangerous here. I have to go back first, and I have to buy space sheep placenta for my old friend.  "Remember the remaining ten million."

    He opened a portal and slipped away.

    For Monk Yizhen, who always had to save his life, it was unprecedented for him to be able to persist with Du Yu for so long.

    Of course, his most important thing is for the sake of those 20 million survival points.

    Du Yu took a deep look at the stunned man in iron mask.

    This is the Lord of Heaven, the son of God Fuxi?  Uncle He?

    The man in the iron mask looked at the purple golden fairy gourd in Du Yu's hand, with a fierce look on his face, and said with hatred: "I don't care what method you used to take the purple golden fairy gourd from my hand. I advise you to return this thing immediately."  Give it to me. I can keep your body intact. Once you are chased by my master, your fate will be more tragic than anyone imagined!"

    Du Yu sneered and said leisurely: "I know, isn't he the Great God Fuxi? If he had the ability, he would have descended to earth long ago and come to kill me. Why can he just bark there?"

    The man in the iron mask looked coldly: "Do you know my identity?"

    "Absolutely." Du Yu smiled and said, "Uncle He. Fuxi's fourth son. Is my guess right?"

    Hearing Fuxi¡¯s name, Lin Tiannan, Lin Yueru and everyone watching were stunned.

    This is the name of God.

    Could it be that the person they offended in front of them was

    The man with the iron mask laughed loudly and took off the iron mask from his face, revealing a handsome, confident face.

    He is full of energy, with a sense of arrogance and superiority, and there is also a dense layer of immortality flowing on his face, making people feel like a fairy, making people involuntarily fall in love with him.

    Lin Yueru let out a sigh.

    To be honest, with Uncle He¡¯s character, no one in the room doesn¡¯t love him.  If Uncle He had shown his true appearance as soon as he came up and did not insult Lin Jiabao verbally, maybe Lin Yueru would have secretly promised to throw the hydrangea to him.

    Pointing at Du Yu, he laughed and said, "You guys already know my identity, why don't you kneel down and present the treasure quickly? I don't remember the faults of villains, so why not let you go this time?"

    Du Yu protected Lin Yueru behind him and laughed loudly: "??How naive!  No wonder your father scolded you.  Since you dare to use this kind of fairy treasure against me, you must be prepared to be taken away by me!  I'm not a fool, how could I give it back to you?  "

    There was a hint of ferocity on Uncle He's handsome face: "If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink it as a penalty! In this case, I won't be polite."

    He took a deep look at Zhao Linger who was behind Du Yu.

    Du Yu snorted coldly and threw out: "You scum of the fairy world, take advantage of one of my moves!"

    The iron-faced man and his uncle, although their voices and looks were fierce, were fierce at heart. Just now, Monk Yizhen used an inexplicable and disgusting method to erase the spiritual consciousness of his father and master Fu Xi, and after it was forcibly confiscated by Du Yu, he lost it.  As a fairy treasure, he already wanted to quit.  (To be continued)
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