This witch, please stay

Chapter 101 Tempest Pause [Come on for the college entrance examination! 】

In that luxurious room, the master of the ferryboat, who was about to crush the jade pendant in his hand and teleport away from the ferryboat with a cruel face, felt the astonishing power outside the ferryboat disappear suddenly, and froze in place for a moment.

However, a shrewd person who can come up with such a "sword boat" scam obviously has its own advantages.

After being stunned for a few moments, the fat middle-aged man restrained his mind, showing his huge bulging belly, and cautiously spread out his spiritual consciousness outside the room.

With the help of the magic circle in the room, his spiritual consciousness enveloped the entire ferryboat almost instantly, as if his spirit body had come out of his body and looked down from the sky above the ferryboat.

Seeing that the huge golden body was really as he had seen it, and it shattered into powder all over the sky, the fat middle-aged man was not surprised but delighted, and slapped it with a fat hand full of gold and jade fingers. After realizing that he was not dreaming, he suddenly burst out laughing, put away the sweat-soaked jade pendant in his hand, and appeared on the sword grid of the ferry boat in a blink of an eye. On the top of the tall building, with a calm expression, he said loudly:
"All distinguished guests, please rest assured that the villain in the Nascent Soul Realm has been beheaded by an expert. You are already safe. Please go back to your room to rest and wait for the next step of the ferry. It is indeed my negligence to scare all the distinguished guests. , this boat will give an apology, and when I get off the ferry, Silu, I would like to apologize to everyone!"

The plump middle-aged man circulated his spiritual power and slightly retracted his abdomen, which actually made him bow.

And when he got up, even the most rebellious and rough casual cultivators didn't utter a single disrespectful word, and the ones who rang out one after another, only those who burst into tears, or pretended to be calm, but none of them were sincere. Thank you so much.

Of course, this is not really out of gratitude, but because the fat middle-aged man's words are too old-fashioned.

"I'm going to be the ferryman's law", so who is the ferryman?
Who the hell could it be?
Doesn't it have to be the "superior" who cut off the golden armor? !
Be good, the big monk in the Nascent Soul Realm cut it off as soon as he said it. I haven't blinked my eyes yet, so the god-like golden body god died like this?

It's faster than I can kill a chicken!

And the words in these seemingly unintentional words cannot withstand scrutiny.

Because if you are not careful, it is easy to be turned into a ditch.

Then what kind of old fairy is the master of the ferry who hacked to death an old monster in the Nascent Soul Realm all at once?
perish?Happy... away? ! ! !
Then those boat passengers just trembled and dared not think about it anymore.

The "old monks" with higher cultivation bases and a little bit of knowledge usually slapped their own juniors on the back of the head, and "disclosed a secret" angrily:
"Go, go, little brat who knows a hammer, it must be that old god who is in charge borrowed the supernatural power of the long sword under our feet!"

"The old man has long seen that this ferry is extraordinary!"

Then there was an old Taoist with white beard and hair, who had a strong sense of immortality, kicked his little apprentice's ass, causing the fellow to bounce off the ground in pain, and the little hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang" .

Of course, some people suspected at first that the fat-faced middle-aged man in the Golden Core Realm might be the owner of the ferocious ferryboat.

Then that person slapped his elders on the back of the head.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly, just that fat pig, can it be our wise and powerful old god who is in charge of the sky?!"

There was a little noise, but he never showed up there, but under the intangible shock of the ferry master who hacked a Nascent Soul monk to death, the passengers returned to their rooms very obediently.

At least for now, it is a good thing for them to have a ferryman who can kill Nascent Soul Realm.

After all, he is still alive, isn't he?
Of course, when he returned to the room, the mouth grew on the human body, so he could say whatever he wanted.

Although outside the room, the mouth also grows on people, but the knife is held in someone else's hand...

Few of those old monsters with high cultivation bases have a good temper!
After guarding the place for a long time, he didn't wait for the "unexpected". Xun Ming, who noticed that the crowd began to flow slowly, coughed twice, his breath suddenly became disordered, and he got up from the ground with some difficulty, and slowly walked towards the crowd. Go to your own room.

However, after stepping into the room and closing the door, four small snow-white swords suddenly flew out and hovered in the four corners of the room.

The invisible film escaped from the four small swords in an instant, forming a barrier enchantment that isolated the inside and outside.

The frivolous footsteps seemed to return to normal at once, and he straightened his back again. Xun Ming, who seemed to be completely fine, frowned slightly.

The previous sword.

It feels like a fairyland at least.

Although he has never seen his unreliable master use a sword, he has seen fights in the Nascent Soul Realm.

The law of the sky and the earth is a unique technique of the monks in the fairyland.

Fatian is to form a ten thousand-zhang Dharma image for the human body, standing up to the sky and the earth, with infinite power.

Like the land, it is to create a free world outside the body, like the ancient gods, demarcate the land and designate themselves, and in the "fiefdom", it is like sitting on the Diaoyutai in the sky.

A monk in the Nascent Soul Realm is a "layman" who has half-stepped into the "immortal journey", and can glimpse the "Fa Tian" in the "Dharma Heaven and Earth", and can also form a golden body Dharma appearance outside his body, but The height and power are naturally far inferior to the appearance of an immortal, and it is as high as a thousand feet.

First the Nascent Soul slaughtered the boat, and then the immortal drew the sword.

What the hell is troublesome time?

In such a situation, Xun Ming naturally wouldn't be too big-hearted to continue to practice. He rolled his eyes, then fell on the bed with his head up, looking at the ceiling quietly, and the mountains and rivers of Nanchanzhou appeared in his mind. picture, and begin to estimate where the ferry is currently located.

Right and wrong place, should not stay for a long time.

As for the nonsense said by the fat man who obviously had a ghost, Xun Ming didn't believe even a single punctuation mark.

Sending an immortal to watch the ferry, Xianzong didn't even have such a big tone, what kind of green onions are you?

Besides, if it was really your immortal, would you just watch them smash the mountain and water barrier outside the ship?
Why, why don't you show your weakness to the enemy first?

Pull it down.

But at such a sensitive time, it's not a problem for him to step on the flying sword directly to get out of the boat.

If you don't make it right, you will get dirty and point to the "boy" that Cheng Jinjia Yuanying said.

Xun Ming curled his lips, then turned over and stood up. After moving his body a little, he sat in front of the desk.

With a backhand wave of his left hand, a small stack of yellow talisman papers appeared beside his hand.

The rank of talisman paper is yellow, followed by golden yellow, and then talisman papers of other colors such as light blue.

Appearing together with the stack of talisman papers was a snow-white small regular script that Xun Ming had held in his right hand. The barrel of the pen was pure white, like a jade carving, and the tip of the pen was also pure white, as if it had never been stained with ink.

Lifting the pen and dropping it lightly, the dragon and snake swam away, and the pure white small script pen tip left flying talisman paintings on one piece of rough talisman paper after another.

Uncertainty, it is best to practice writing.

(End of this chapter)