Poverty

Daoist Song Shi's eyes showed a strange color
said slowly:

"This man's name is Yeluhu, and he is a venerable guardian in shamanism. It is said that he has the blood of a god in his body."

"This old man is Archmage Huck, who is the same as Archmage Bantu as the two major wizards of Shamanism."

"This black-robed person is called Hun Sha, and she is also a venerable protector. No one knows whether she is a man or a woman, old or young!"

He looked a little surprised.

"I didn't expect that it was the three of them who made the move and went to the Central Plains to find the soul boy?"

Li Yanchu couldn't help but frowned: "Because they have a high status in Shamanism?"

Taoist Song Shi said, "That's right, especially Master Huck, who won't leave the pass easily."

Did they meet Lao Bai just in time or did they go out to arrest him? Li Yanchu's eyes were full of thought.

"After talking for a long time, who is the leader of this shamanism?"

Li Yanchu asked.

Taoist Song Shi shook his head: "The leader has retreated, and has long since stopped asking about the affairs of the teaching. Everything is presided over by Master Ha Ke and Master Bantu."

So Bantu mage apostasy lost in the power struggle?
Li Yanchu couldn't help guessing.

This kind of religion based on faith cannot avoid the words of fighting for power and profit!

What's more, what they pursue is the idea that the strong are respected.

Human feelings are indifferent, and there is no moral constraint.

This is inevitable.

"Master Bantu betrayed religion and searched for the key to the Vientiane Heavenly Palace on the caravan that left the customs. However, Master Hake, who presides over the educational affairs alone, led the venerable guardian to the Central Plains. Weird!"

"Could it be that Master Huck isn't afraid that Bantu will take the opportunity to seize power!"

"Or is there something in the Central Plains that he has to get?"

Li Yanchu took a deep breath, he did not expect a mysterious religion outside the pass to be so complicated.

Before finding the great mage Bantu, it seems that a [-]-year-old boy is needed!

His eyes fell on Master Song Shi.

Li Yanchu suddenly said:

"Look at your aura, you should be a Taoist disciple of the Eight Classics."

"How could you be so obscene, come to this bitter cold place outside the pass, and be a dog for some Bantu great mage?"

So straightforward. Taoist Song Shi's mouth twitched: "If I don't say anything, will you kill me?"

"Look at what you said, a family of Taoists in the world, broken bones and connected tendons, how could I kill a Taoist priest who went astray?"

Li Yanchu restrained his breath and said with a smile.

Taoist Song Shi looked wary and asked, "Then can I leave?"

Li Yanchu nodded slightly.

"Of course, I'm a bit tired after a busy night."

He reached into his arms, took out a date, and threw it directly into his mouth.

A majestic vitality suddenly emerged.

And the air is filled with pure aura.

"This!"

Taoist Song Shi's eyes lit up, and he stopped suddenly.

Li Yanchu's aura became stronger visibly with the naked eye, and it returned to its original state.

Such a genius treasure, unexpectedly threw it into the mouth and ate it like an ordinary date.

Taoist Song Shi was dumbfounded by this inhumane approach!

His eyes were a little hot, and he looked at Li Yanchu.

If he hadn't been afraid of the opponent's terrifying strength, he would have killed people and seized treasures long ago!

Li Yanchu glanced at him, frowned and said, "Why don't you leave?"

Taoist Song Shi said enviously, "May I ask your Excellency where this jujube comes from?"

This sentence is actually very easy to make a taboo!
Especially when the other party is ready to let him go.

But Taoist Song Shi still said it out of his head, which proves that this date is extremely important to him!
Li Yanchu said indifferently: "You said that this jujube is naturally obtained by a great chance. After taking it, it can not only enhance the spiritual energy, but also contain great vitality, which can restore physical strength."

Taoist Song Shi couldn't help swallowing.

The efficacy of this jujube is by no means so simple.

Such a rich life essence can heal his old wounds.

"You want?" Li Yanchu asked.

Taoist Song Shi was a little jealous of Li Yanchu, but he still nodded without hesitation.

Li Yanchu took out another one from his bosom.

It looks like a sweet and delicious jujube.

"Part of your breath movement is difficult and obscure, which has affected your strength. It must have been injured earlier and damaged your foundation."

"This jujube is even more effective in treating this kind of injury. If you help me find this young man, I will give you this jujube to help you heal!"

Li Yanchu said in a deep voice.

Taoist Song Shi: "This is true!"

Li Yanchu nodded: "There is absolutely no falsehood, and what you say is true!"

Taoist Song Shi took a deep breath, and forcibly resisted the thought of killing someone to seize the treasure from Li Yanchu.

Cautiously took a few steps back.

But Taoist Song Shi pondered: "Outside the vast customs, in such a big place, how can we find a big living person?!"

"There is no way to start."

"I can find a way to take you to find trouble with wizard Atamu, or even trouble with Archmage Bantu!"

"At that time, how about you give me this jujube?" Taoist Song Shi asked eagerly.

Li Yanchu was unmoved, and took a deep look at Taoist Song Shi.

wow wow!
A dark and strange old crow flew in the dark night, with a pair of very human eyes.

It was very uncomfortable to watch.

Its flying speed was extremely fast, and it arrived in front of Taoist Song Shi in the blink of an eye.

This is an ordinary-looking old crow.

The cry of an old crow has always been considered an ominous sign among the people.

"At midnight tonight, thirty miles north of Hanjiabao."

"At midnight tonight, thirty miles north of Hanjiabao."

When the old crow saw Taoist Song Shi, he repeated these words in his mouth.

The tone was old and indifferent, without a trace of emotion.

Li Yanchu's expression changed slightly.

Taoist Song Shi secretly looked at Li Yanchu, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"Thirty miles north of Hanjiabao"

"interesting!"

Li Yanchu smiled slightly.

At first I thought it was the mode of flying pigeons to send messages, but I didn't expect this old crow to be able to speak people's words.

The old crow glanced at Li Yanchu, indifferent and cold.

Without the slightest emotion.

After explaining a few words, the old crow flapped his wings and left.

boom!
A loud bang.

Li Yanchu directly shot down the old crow in the air with his domineering and fierce Tiangang hand!

Taoist Song Shi's expression changed drastically.

This is the messenger of Grand Master Bantu.

How to kill it! ?

It's okay to go directly to Hanjiabao for thirty miles to meet the appointment! ?
Why startle the snake.

Taoist Song Shi couldn't understand Li Yanchu's operation.

After the old crow was hit, he jumped up and flew up again. At this time, his body was already exuding a strong corpse aura.

The hardness of the body is even stronger than the usual copper stiffness and silver stiffness.

But the old crow flapped its wings anyway.

Still can't fly.

Instead, he was pulled back abruptly by a powerful force of energy!

Tiangang hand!
Control the crane and capture the dragon!

He directly pinched the old crow's body.

The scorching and thick six yang internal energy in his hand was extremely turbulent, comparable to a burning flame.

The old crow was instantly burned by flames.

A puff of black air flew out from the old crow's body.

Li Yanchu reached out and grabbed it, and it was directly in his hand.