Peach Fortune Ring

Seeing this, Song Yan was a little speechless, and stepped back, avoiding the girl's fist.

"Bastard, you dare to hide!" Seeing that the punch missed, the girl couldn't help being very angry, turned her fist into a palm, and continued to attack Song Yan with a set of flexible palm techniques.

And Song Yan became more and more speechless. You hit me and still didn't let me hide. Come on, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Who do you call a little girl! I'm going to kill you!"

The sentence "little girl" completely angered the girl, and the opponent's offensive became more and more fierce.

It's just that the gap between her and Song Yan is too big. Song Yan dodges step by step from left to right. His figure looks clumsy, but he can just avoid the girl's attack every time.

"Bastard, don't hide if you have the ability!"

More than ten strokes in a row didn't even touch the corner of Song Yan's clothes. The girl felt that her face was dull and hated Song Yan in her heart.

"Stop it, bird!"

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded.

Then, the door opened, and a middle-aged Taoist nun dressed in a gray Taoist robe came out.

"Master, this guy bullied me!"

As soon as the girl saw the Taoist nun appear, she quickly gave up Song Yan, ran to the Taoist nun, and hugged her arm to act like a spoiled child.

But Song Yan's face darkened, I bullied you, motherfucker, it seems that you have been attacking me, right?

Originally, Song Yan thought that this middle-aged Taoist nun would not be so unreasonable.

did not expect.

When the middle-aged nun heard the girl's complaint, her expression turned cold, she stared at Song Yan and said, "Where did you come from, a wild boy, you dare to come here to bully poor disciples!"

"Master, this guy is really bad. He not only bullied me, but also threatened Senior Sister Yuelian." The girl added fuel and jealousy. For a while, the middle-aged Taoist nun's face became more gloomy, and she looked at Song Yan with a little bit of unkindness.

"Because you are still young, the poor will not care about you, and cut off your arm to apologize!"

Hearing this, Song Yan couldn't help but sigh with emotion. It really is what kind of master there is, and what kind of apprentice is there. Compared with the young girl, this middle-aged Taoist nun is more unreasonable and cruel.

"What? Not convinced?"

Seeing that Song Yan was silent, the middle-aged Taoist nun's tone became sharper.

"I'm really not convinced!"

Song Yan said loudly: "Are you a middle-aged Taoist nun, are you stupid to practice Taoism, and you can conclude that the young master bullied her just based on your apprentice's words?"

"I don't trust my apprentice, how could I still trust you!" the middle-aged nun said coldly.

Song Yan: "..."

"Okay, let's do it quickly! Otherwise, it won't be as simple as an arm when the poor Daoist does it himself!" The middle-aged Taoist nun's tone became more and more ruthless.

"I'll kill your sister!" Song Yan was angry, and scolded at the other party: "Master, I understand that both of you master and apprentice are short-hearted, or the kind whose head was caught by the door!"

"Master, he called you heartless, kill him quickly!" the girl urged.

"Damn it! Que'er, step aside! Wait for your teacher to teach this ignorant brat a lesson!"

While talking, the middle-aged Taoist nun walked slowly towards Song Yan, stood three meters away from him, and said calmly: "Stinky boy, you should make a move first, lest someone say that the poor are bullying the small by the big!"

"Humph!"

Song Yan was too lazy to argue with the other party.

Stepping on the dragon will transform, pull out a string of phantoms and go straight to the middle-aged Taoist nun, and at the same time shoot forward with both hands, the first style of the stormy sea is played out.

"Boom!"

The waves rolled over with great momentum, and the weird force field instantly enveloped the middle-aged Taoist nun.

"not good!"

The middle-aged Taoist yelled secretly, and slapped out her palms in a row. In an instant, she slapped seven to seven 49 palms into the void, barely compromising Song Yan's move.

"Pick me up for the second move!"

Song Yan's momentum changed, and his palm became more vigorous and surging, and the tumbling waves instantly submerged the middle-aged Taoist nun.

"boom!"

With a muffled groan, the middle-aged nun flew upside down, barely landed, and took five or six steps back before barely stopping.

"This...how is this possible?"

Seeing that the uncle was actually beaten back by Song Yan's two palms, the red-haired woman's eyes suddenly widened, her eyes were full of disbelief, and the girl also had a dull expression on her face. Immediately, she pointed at Song Yan. Cursed: "You bastard, shameless, you actually use demon methods!"

Song Yan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood when he heard the words, and was speechless in his heart.

But the middle-aged Taoist nun's face was a bit more serious: "Stinky boy, the poor Taoist has been mistaken. I didn't expect you to be so powerful. The poor Taoist can only use the unique method of the teacher to deal with you!"

While speaking, the middle-aged Taoist nun had an extra talisman in her hand.

"Hurry up like a law, go!"

The talisman flew into the sky, spontaneously ignited without fire, and then turned into a yellow light and shot out.

Song Yan subconsciously wanted to dodge, but found that the yellow light was so fast and boundless that it submerged into his body in an instant, and then he found that his body became unable to move.

"This is a talisman!"

He was startled in his heart. Immortal cultivators are different from warriors. Their attack methods can be said to be endless. However, most immortal cultivators will choose magic weapons to attack.

In addition, there are spells, talismans, arrays, monsters, summoning and other types of attack methods.

And the middle-aged Taoist nun in front of her can actually use talismans, which means that she is not an ordinary warrior, but a cultivator of immortals.

"Kid, die!"

Seeing that the talisman worked, the middle-aged Taoist priest flew out and slapped Song Yan's chest with a palm.

"Space stagnation!"

At this moment, Song Yan activated his supernatural power, and immediately, the whole small courtyard was included in the small world created by the stagnation of space.

Song Yan, on the other hand, used the stagnant time in space to urge the power of the talisman in his body to collide with his true essence.

Finally, in the third second, when the space stagnation was about to disappear, he broke away from the influence of the talisman on him.