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"Shh!"

Zhang Jing put his index finger in front of his mouth, and made a silent movement.

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, another person arrived in the remote courtyard.

It was a middle-aged man, with a quick figure, a cat-like body, and vigilance in his eyes, he kept looking around, obviously he was not from the Marshal's mansion.

Like Zhang Jing and Ren Tingting, they were also uninvited guests.

Moreover, this person didn't hold any weapon in his hand, but a whisk!

"I didn't expect to meet a fellow of the same kind."

Seeing this, Zhang Jing couldn't help but laugh.

It seems that this Taoist should know that there are monsters in the Marshal's Mansion, so he came here on purpose to subdue them.

Like Zhang Jing and Ren Tingting just now, the middle-aged Taoist also came outside the room and peeked through the window.

But his ability to conceal his breath was much worse than that of Zhang Jing and Ren Tingting.

Not long after he was peeping outside the window, he was spotted by the painted skin monster inside. Immediately, a blue light shot out from the room, targeting the middle-aged Taoist priest outside the window.

If the eyesight is good enough, you can see that this blue light is a hidden weapon in the shape of a nail, and its power looks more terrifying than a bullet.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was taken aback when he saw this, but his reaction was fairly quick, and his ability was not low.

He let out a low cry, the dust whisk in his hand swept, with yellow light, the silk thread spread out, forming a barrier in front of him, forcibly entangled the blue hidden weapon.

Then the Taoist flicked the whisk to the side, and the blue hidden weapon was thrown out, making a small hole in the bluestone ground.

"It really is a monster!"

The middle-aged Taoist shouted angrily, waved his whisk and rushed into the room.

In an instant, the cyan light and the yellow light in the room intertwined and collided continuously, hitting from inside to outside.

The middle-aged Taoist priest has good strength, and he has already stepped into the realm of refining masters by condensing Yinshen. Such a cultivation level is definitely a rare master in a small county.

In particular, his kung fu in this song Whisk is even more superb, very powerful and can be attacked or accepted.

Even though the painted-skinned monster was not weak, it was still completely suppressed by the middle-aged Taoist priest. Even the painted-skinned monster was injured in several places and tended to collapse.

"Monster, you will definitely die today!"

The middle-aged Taoist shot very fiercely.

The painted skin monster screamed strangely, and it had no chance of escaping. The middle-aged Taoist clung to it tightly, and it seemed that it would not be able to hold it.

There was a lot of movement between the two of them fighting, even if the defense in the Marshal's Mansion was empty and there were few people, the movement would still spread.

The legendary Marshal Wang finally rushed over with a group of soldiers.

The painted-skinned monster was overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly hid beside Dashuai Wang, begging for help while still in shock.

She really is Dashuai Wang's concubine!

Dashuai Wang immediately took out a pistol from his waist and fired several shots into the sky, aiming at the middle-aged Taoist priest, and said angrily: "Where did the stinky Taoist priest come from, how dare he come to this commander's house to kill and commit murder! "

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen soldiers behind him also aimed their guns at the middle-aged Taoist priest, and they would all shoot as soon as Marshal Wang gave an order.

Although the middle-aged Taoist priest was furious when he saw this, he could only stop temporarily with a blushing face.

For one thing, he might not be able to handle a dozen soldiers armed with sophisticated firearms.Secondly, the identity of the other party's warlord, he is not easy to confront it.

"Marshal, the one next to you is not a weak woman, but a monster who has done many evils and killed countless people. You just need to hand her over to Pindao, and Pindao will let you see its true face right away!" Middle-aged Taoist priest explained.

Dashuai Wang yelled angrily: "Nonsense! How could Rou'er be a monster? I think you are a Taoist, you are a monster!"

The middle-aged Taoist shook the whisk in his hand, looked at the little green traces on the tail of the whisk, and said coldly: "If you don't believe me, the commander-in-chief, then just look at its left arm. Just now its left arm was cut off by the poor Taoist with the whisk." A large piece of skin fell off, do you see what kind of blood is bleeding from its wound?"

heard.

The monster called Rou'er immediately trembled and his eyes changed.

Marshal Wang beside him also changed slightly.

And Zhang Jing, who was hiding in the treetops, looked at Dashuai Wang with doubts in his eyes, but at this moment, he finally showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered softly, "So, it's you, the bastard!"

Chapter 523 Yin Shi'an!

Regarding the identity of Marshal Wang, after Zhang Jing heard the narration of the waiter in the inn, he was always curious in his heart, and couldn't guess who this person was.

He really couldn't think of any warlord who had a great karmic hatred with him. After counting his past experiences, he couldn't find a suitable candidate.

While exploring the Marshal's Mansion at night, I happened to come across a weird and frightening scene of a female ghost changing her skin.

He and Ren Tingting hid in the treetops, and finally waited until Marshal Wang made his debut.

Seeing the appearance of Marshal Wang, the doubts in Zhang Jing's heart were not only not resolved, but deepened a bit.

Zhang Jing can be [-]% sure that he has never seen the Marshal Wang in front of him in the past many years, and the two have never had any intersections!

It is even more impossible to have any deep hatred.

Zhang Jing has no photographic memory.

It is not possible to take a glance at someone in the crowd, and you can always remember the other person deeply in your mind...

Unless the other party is a peerless beauty, that's another matter.

But under normal circumstances, Zhang Jing, who has always had a grudge to avenge, definitely has a deep memory of his enemy, and he will definitely remember his enemy's appearance clearly!

Dashuai Wang was not only his appearance, but even his breath made him feel strange.

So Zhang Jing was already guessing that maybe some evil cultivators, monsters and ghosts he had killed over the years were related to this Marshal Wang.

but.

When the middle-aged Taoist priest holding the whisk pointed out the identity of the painted skin female ghost, saying that her arm was scratched by the whisk and that green blood flowed out, the expression on Dashuai Wang's face suddenly changed.

He quietly held the painted skin ghost's arm with one hand, and a feminine energy passed through his hand, and the wound on the painted skin ghost's arm that was swept away by the whisk quickly healed.

Dashuai Wang's movements are very subtle, and the energy transmitted is very feminine, so it's hard to detect.

Even the middle-aged Taoist priest standing opposite them didn't notice.

But Zhang Jing sensed it immediately!