The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 92 Old Ancestor (Part [-])
"Golden Buddha?! Where is Lao Tzu's Golden Buddha?"

"Whoever snatches my Golden Buddha, that's mine! Mine!!"

"Ah!! Give me back the Golden Buddha, I will kill you, kill you all!"

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People who have gone completely insane no longer have the ability to discern in their consciousness.

Seeing the disappearance of the Golden Buddha, normal people should be surprised by such a weird method, but these guys who have been dazzled by the gold have fallen into another madness of gaining and losing again!

Without the Daxiong Hall of the Golden Buddha, the fighting was even more tragic.

And after Zhao Yu put the Golden Buddha into the system backpack, he completely burst out his strong inner strength, and he swept out of Tianning Temple like an arrow flying from the string!
The crazy fight didn't last too long.

Just when Zhao Yu took the golden Buddha and escaped from Tianning Temple, the whole temple collapsed, burying the rest of the gold in the underground palace and those crazy lunatics deep in the ground! !
After escaping from birth, Zhao Yu looked at the collapsed Tianning Temple, feeling somewhat pity in his heart.

His plan is to get one for one, and two for a pair.

But hey... who knew that there were dozens or hundreds of them in this wave, and after seeing the Golden Buddha, each of them seemed to be warded off by a demon, fearless of death!

What also made Zhao Yu feel a little pity was that although he absorbed the internal strength of Mei Niansheng's three disciples, the guy Zhao Yu wanted to wait for the most did not appear.

Compared with Mei Niansheng's three apprentices, Zhao Yu actually looked forward to that guy's appearance more!

After leaving the range of Tianning Temple, Zhao Yu went straight to Jingzhou Mansion.

Although the harvest of this trip did not meet his expectations, it was not bad after all.

……

Just when Zhao Yu was not far away from Tianning Temple and turned around a dense forest, a person jumped out of the forest and blocked his way.

"Hey, I finally caught one of the old ancestors!" A monk who faced fierceness blocked Zhao Yu's way, staring at Zhao Yu with a sinister smile and said.

This monk is wearing a monk's robe of bright gold thread, and he is carrying a machete with a cold light in his hand!

"Fuck me?!"

Zhao Yu looked at the monk who suddenly jumped out, and was somewhat surprised in his heart.

I really wanted to do whatever I wanted, just now I was talking about how this guy jumped out halfway when he didn't come to Tianning Temple.

"Grandson Gui, hand over the treasure, and the ancestor will show mercy and leave you with a whole body!"

The ancestor of the blood knife stared at the young man in front of him, then raised the scimitar in his hand, his right hand holding the knife swept over his head, and the back of the knife went around his shiny head to the back of his head...

handsome! !

So fucking stylish! ! !

Zhao Yu's eyes lit up when he saw the blood knife ancestor's signature move!

When watching film and television dramas before, Zhao Yu always felt that this action of the ancestor of the blood knife was very eye-catching!

There is a hint of indescribable domineering in the evil nature!

What Zhao Yu was thinking now was, why don't he try to shave his head bald after he seized the blood knife?

"Grandson Gui, didn't you hear what the ancestor said? Hurry up and hand over the treasure on your body obediently, otherwise I will have to fetch it myself!"

Seeing that the guy opposite was just staring at him with bright eyes and giggling, the ancestor of Xuedao felt a little uncomfortable all over.

He likes women, but he has no interest in men!
Seeing that Zhao Yu hadn't moved, the blood knife patriarch's figure flickered, the blood knife in his hand bypassed the back of his head, and slashed straight at Zhao Yu's chest.

As the blood knife approached, Zhao Yu took a step back, raised his hands suddenly, and a terrifying suction gushed out of his palms, heading straight for the ancestor of the blood knife.

"graft?!"

The ancestor of Xuedao was shocked, and then he made a wrong step, turned his forward body abruptly, and dodged behind a tree beside him.

"what?"

Zhao Yu was even more surprised than the Blood Knife Patriarch.

This is the first time someone has avoided him since he learned how to move flowers and trees!

With such a dazed effort, Zhao Yu bypassed the ancestor of the Blood Saber who had moved flowers and grafted trees, and quickly rushed into the depths of the dense forest with the help of the trees around him!
"Made!! Don't run!"

After Zhao Yu came back to his senses, he stretched out his body and chased after him.

This old guy, after all, is also the head of the blood knife sect who is well-known in the martial arts world, how could he be more courageous than himself?
If it were an ordinary martial arts celebrity, he would at least try again, but this bald donkey is fine, so he just ran away without saying a word! !

The two of them shuttled back and forth in the dense forest. Although Zhao Yu's internal strength was stronger than that of the ancestor of the blood knife, his body skills were far different.

After the two of them chased each other for a quarter of an hour in the dense forest, Zhao Yu couldn't see the blood knife ancestor at all.

"What the hell, the duck that reached its mouth actually flew away..."

Looking at the empty dense forest in front of him, Zhao Yuqi's palm shook a big tree beside him.

hiss!
But at this moment, there was a strange piercing sound above Zhao Yu's head, and the hairs all over his body exploded instantly.

Zhao Yu, who didn't have time to think about it, took a step back instinctively, pulled out the embroidered spring knife from his waist, and lifted it up!

Ding……

A sound of gold and iron clanging came from above the head.

The next moment, the Xiuchun knife bestowed by the emperor in Zhao Yu's hand was cut off in the middle! !
Along with the broken blade falling to the ground, there was also a strand of hair from Zhao Yubin...

If Zhao Yu was a little late for the knife just now, it might not only break the Xiuchun knife and a strand of hair! !
Ever since he came to this world, he has never been so dangerous as before!

"Xiuchun Knife?"

The Blood Knife Patriarch who failed to kill fell not far from Zhao Yu, stared at the broken Xiuchun Knife on the ground, and asked with a sneer, "Are you Jin Yiwei?"

Zhao Yu didn't reply, but slowly moved his eyes away from the broken Xiuchun knife and his strand of hair, and looked up at the blood knife ancestor.

After seeing the madness in Zhao Yu's eyes, even a villain like the blood knife patriarch couldn't help but shudder!
"Zinima!!"

Zhao Yu swung the half-handled Xiuchun knife in his hand, and threw it at the ancestor of the blood knife not far away with all his strength.

The ancestor of the blood knife instinctively raised the blood knife in his hand, and poured his inner strength into the blood knife as thin as a cicada's wing, trying to block the blow.

Unexpectedly, the blood knife in his hand had just touched the broken blade thrown by Zhao Yu, and a terrifying force came from the broken knife.

The blood knife bent instantly!

But this old bald donkey has a lot of experience after all, and with a turn of his body following the knife force, he removed this terrifying force.

But even so, after the short knife missed the blade of the blood knife, it still pierced through the trunk of a big tree behind him.

"Grandson of the turtle, the inner strength is so strong that I feel ashamed of my ancestor!" The ancestor of the blood knife chuckled, then raised his hand and detoured the blood knife behind his head again.

"Fuck you, uncle!!"

Zhao Yu didn't say a word, raised his figure and went straight to the blood knife ancestor.

But this old guy is as slippery as a loach, and he used the convenience of trees to prevent Zhao Yu from using another trick.

"My dear grandson, I am ashamed of your internal strength patriarch, but your physical skills can't get into my patriarch's eyes at all..."

The ancestor of the blood knife did not forget to make a provocative voice while tossing and turning in the gaps in the dense forest.

The seemingly relaxed Blood Knife Patriarch was very clear in his heart.

Now it seems that Zhao Yu can't help him, but Zhao Yu's internal strength is much stronger than his, and if he is exhausted like this, he must be in danger.

The only way is to anger Zhao Yu, make him completely lose his mind, and then wait for an opportunity to attack or escape!

(End of this chapter)