Fake Taoists in the world of film and television

Chapter 72
"Do you still have time to eat?"

Xiao Yu'er stared at him with a worried look on his face, and the hand holding the little fairy turned slightly white. How could he remain calm at such a time?
"How far can we run in this little time? How about waiting to die?"

Yi Buhuo chuckled and started to deal with the pheasant unhurriedly. For a smart person like Xiao Yuer, once the safety of the people around him was involved, he would be a little panicked.

Who doesn't know that danger is coming?Can you run away?
From the moment the Dongchang carrier pigeon was intercepted, this battle was inevitable. If you don't believe it, just look at Tie Ruyun. He didn't care at all. The old god was leaning next to him and warming himself by the fire.

Xiao Yu'er wanted to say more, but the little fairy pulled him gently, signaling him not to be impulsive.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort to express his dissatisfaction, Xiao Yuer simply broke the jar, pulled the little fairy and sat directly in front of Yi Buhuo, watching him put on a pheasant rack and roast it on the fire.

Yi Buhuo shook his head and explained: "People are iron and rice is steel. How can you have the strength to break out if you don't eat enough? Do you really think Liu Xi is an idiot for coming alone?"

"When the time comes, there are a bunch of people surrounding our retreat three levels outside. How can we rush out if we don't have enough physical strength?"

While he was talking, he took out a lot of wild vegetables that he found last night that could be used as medicinal materials from his bag, stuffed them into the pheasant's belly for seasoning, and the fragrance began to rise continuously.

"Last time you said that my skills were mediocre, but I still remember it. It was because the lack of seasoning affected my performance. The medicinal food I made is a must!"

A few game meats entered the stomachs of several people amidst Yi Buhuo's boast. After eating and drinking, the relaxed little fish was not so nervous anymore.

Before they could move, there were a lot of footsteps outside the door.

Tie Ruyun stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "Eat and drink enough, just in time to stretch your muscles!"

Xiao Yu'er pulled the little fairy to hide behind him, looking out the door vigilantly.

Only Yi Buhuo picked his teeth slowly, threw a few nose plugs to them, and then took out a handful of "Shixiang Ruanjin Powder" from his bag with a smile and threw it directly into the unburned fire.

Instantly a puff of white smoke came out and floated in the air.

Xiao Yu'er gave a thumbs up unconsciously and quickly blocked her nose, "I forgot that you are the best at using poison!"

"This time, because I couldn't find any spices, the newly prepared Shixiang Roujin Powder has no fragrance. Although it goes against my original intention of being fair and luxurious, but there is no need to talk about morality when dealing with Dongchang's fans!"

"I have already said that colorless and odorless poison is the pinnacle of poison. If you add any fragrance, who will fall for it..."

Xiao Yu'er rolled his eyes, but his face looked a little happy.

"What do you know?"

Yi Buhuo snorted, "I am a decent person, how can I go astray? Do you know that you should keep everything in check so that we can meet each other in the future?"

While he was talking, a large number of Dongchang fans had already rushed outside the door. They all held shining steel knives in their hands but did not take a step forward. They just surrounded but did not attack.

"The Lord hasn't arrived yet?"

Just when Yi Buhuo was thinking about Liu Xilai's absence, the crowd suddenly separated, and two more gorgeously dressed fans walked out. They were wearing cloaks that represented the status of a strong man. They were the leaders at first glance.

"These two are just chatting and chatting? Didn't they say that one of them died? And they made up for it?"

Chatting and chatting are the two stalls in Dongchang. Anyone who knows something about Dongchang knows that they are the most famous masters under Liu Xi and have always been the right-hand men of Governor Liu of Dongchang!

However, one of them was killed by Jiang Biehe some time ago, and was blamed on Xiao Yu'er. Yi Buhuo originally thought that they were twin brothers, but now it seems that they are just names. It turns out that they can take over at any time...

While chatting, he glanced at the people in the ruined temple, focused on Yi Buhuo, and said, "I thought he was a master who could single-handedly save people from the Death Tower, but I didn't expect that he was just a young boy! "

"Let me try your strength today!"

After the conversation ended, the man had already stepped into the ruined temple, his hands like snakes entwining themselves, constantly changing and approaching Yi Buhuo.

"I don't know how to fight. You have found the wrong person..."

Yi Buhuo retreated slightly, looking at the hands near his chest, his expression remained unchanged, but he turned slightly sideways, and his whole body suddenly changed from moving to stillness.

Unexpectedly, we almost collided with him while chatting.

Before he could draw his hand and sweep across, Yi Buhuo's right hand, which had been motionless, clenched his fist slightly, concentrated his strength on his arm, turned his body, hit his chest with his shoulder, and knocked him away.

To be honest, although he has never learned any kung fu, he has had some practical experience after fighting against Yaoyue for so long. It is not difficult to deal with a lesser master like Chatter.

Chatting was hit by his huge force, and after landing, he took several steps back. If he hadn't been caught and cushioned by the person behind him, he might have been able to crash directly into the crowd.

"Good internal strength!"

Chatting gritted his teeth and said, then he drew the knife in his hand and attacked again, with murderous intent in his eyes. The steel knife was swung like a tiger, full of energy!
"I'll help you!"

Shuodi followed behind him with a knife in his hand, waiting for the opportunity to move, one of them attacked to the left and the other to the right, it seemed that they had a tacit understanding.

Yi Buhuo slapped the steel knife that he was talking about with one hand, made a fist with the other hand and hit his head, and slashed his arm with the knife without any hesitation.

He said with a sinister smile on his lips. After all, he was still young. He was at a loss when faced with the siege of two people. He completely ignored me, so I took your arm!

The whistling sword light was still three inches away from Yi Buhuo's arm, but he could no longer move forward.

A large rough hand stretched out from one side and grabbed the back of the knife, preventing the blow from moving forward any further!
As he spoke, he turned around to look, and Tie Ruyun's rough old face came into view.

Tie Ruyun's beard was spread out, and his voice was like thunder, "You think I am a dead person!"

The real energy was shaken, and passed into his arm along the steel knife. The steel knife trembled wildly, and he felt that his bones were vibrating together, and he quickly took off his hand and retreated.

Yi Buhuo knew that Tie Ruyun would not ignore him and not talk about his relationship with his daughter, but would only say that he was healing him, and he would accept this sentiment.

He is a person who is eager for justice and despises conspiracies. How could he watch Yi Buhuo being besieged!
And even if he was too late to rescue him, even the knife he said could not hurt him. How could someone who cherished his own life so much put his life and death in the hands of others.

The condensed internal energy has already covered the skin. If the knife goes in another inch, the backlash of the body-protecting energy will be enough to shatter the long knife. As long as he suppresses Chatan, he can break his heart with a backhand punch!
While Saidi was being repelled by Tie Ruyun, Tantian was also facing Yi Buhuo's fist that contained true energy.

He gritted his teeth and knelt down on his knees, using an iron bridge to avoid the punch.

Yi Buhuo chuckled and took a few steps back without finishing his attack. Seeing him kneeling in front of him, he couldn't help but clasp his fists.

"If you can't beat him, you can't beat him. There's no need to kneel down. I didn't prepare any red envelopes."

(End of this chapter)