The Rise of the Lord of Marvel

"The master is here, the master is here..."

The crowd became noisy, and a road was separated from the middle. A master of "Xianfeng Daogu" walked from the back of the crowd to the middle step by step. Ma Zaotou followed him, like a guard acting as protection.

"Fathers and folks, this is the Unitarian Patriarch of the Kunlun Sect, and the head of the Kunlun Sect. This time is also the right time for the meeting. I heard that there are evil spirits in our town, so I stooped to come to us to eliminate the evil spirits for everyone. . . ."

Ma Zhaotou shouted loudly to the surrounding crowd, as if it really happened.

Presia looked at the other side of the street from a distance, the head of the Kunlun faction?That's it?

"A cultivator, you can't see death without saving, this evildoer is already dead, because I'm here!" Patriarch Yiyuan pinched the beard on his chin and looked at the townspeople below with majesty.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the wooden sword beside the table, his long sleeves swept across the table, and with a bang, all the candles burst into flames of three feet.

"Wow!"

"The Daoist is amazing!"

"Didn't you hear it, it's the head of the sect, can you be awesome!"

There was a heated discussion in the crowd, Ma Zhaotou held back his smile, and exchanged a wink with the Yuan Patriarch who kept turning in circles, indicating that the climax could begin.

Buzzing, the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings rang out, and a mosquito the size of a person flew out from the room next to it. The long mouthparts could pierce a person's brain directly at a glance.

When the monster appeared, all the townspeople stirred up and kept retreating. If it wasn't for the "One Yuan Patriarch" who gave them a little confidence, these people would not dare to stand here.

"Evil, I'll accept you today!" Patriarch Yiyuan raised his wooden sword and stabbed it at the huge mosquito, making a squeaking sound.

A light and shadow hit the big mosquito, and then dissipated into the sky together with the mosquito. Patriarch Yiyuan slowly put down the wooden sword in his hand, and there was an extremely warm applause from the audience.

Precia leaned against the wall and was speechless. What a Yuan Patriarch is just a liar who knows how to use inferior illusions, so he can only bully these townspeople who don't understand anything.

Open a detector, and the number on "One Yuan Patriarch" has risen from the red 6 before the ceremony to the red 7.

"Everyone, today's demon removal has been very successful, and everyone can go back." Ma Zhaotou stepped onto the stage and said loudly, "Also, if you are still worried about what danger you might encounter, Patriarch Yiyuan has put a batch of them here. The amulet, you can get it for only one or two silver materials..."

As soon as Ma Zhaotou finished speaking, the crowd surged, all heading towards the table, wanting to snap up the amulet.

"Mom, are we going to buy it too?" A little boy's voice sounded.

Precia turned her head and found the widow and her son she had seen one day.

The widow bowed her head and rubbed her hands in her arms for a while. "Buy one. If there are any monsters, I can also deal with it..."

She is also very reluctant to give up a tael of silver. For her, a big cake seller, how long does it take to save it? Originally, I wanted to save some more money and send my son to be an apprentice, so I can learn some crafts. I will sell flatbreads like her in the future.

Presia took a deep breath, she couldn't let this thing go on any longer, let it go and take the blame, and she was also a trustee for cutting leeks, which Presia couldn't accept.

Reaching out to stop the widow, "Ma'am, don't be impatient, it's not over yet."

The widow looked up, saw Precia, thought for a second, then took out a penny from her arms, "Well, guest, you should have come to buy cakes from my stall that time, you gave more money last time. A penny."

Precia was stunned for a moment, took the penny handed over by the widow, and put it away.

"That... Madam, can you give me a chance? We're going to buy amulets..." The widow asked cautiously. Precia's clothes were all made of good materials. She didn't think of the conflict, but just didn't move. If so, the amulet will be sold out.

"Sorry, wait a few seconds for me." Presia smiled, turned around, and faced the old man with a smiling beard.

Spiritual power poured out of the body, evoking the thin mana in the air, forming a large circle directly above the square. This made Precia even more sure that she was a liar!

buzzing~ buzzing~

The sound of the mosquito rang again, this time the sound started to get louder and louder, and the surging crowd slowly stopped after the sound.

The little boy beside the widow looked at Presia with her eyes closed, as if she understood something.

In the square, Ma Zhaotou turned around and looked at the "Yuan Patriarch", 'What are you doing? !The play is over! '

'not me! 'Yuan Patriarch's eyes were a little frightened.

Buzz~ The sound of the mosquito was loudest, and a huge shadow appeared on the house next to it. People in the square clenched the amulet in their hands one after another. Those who had not bought it looked up at the "One Yuan Patriarch".

Chapter 385 Zhuge Wolong

"One Yuan Patriarch" under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two groups are fighting, almost want to go first.

But after sensing the vicious gaze of Ma Zhaotou next to him, the "Yuan Patriarch" knew that if he just turned around and ran away, Ma Zhaotou would definitely stab him in the back!Then push everything on him, there's no one here to let the dead talk anyway.

No way, now I can only bet that this is a little trick of the senior who can't see him, and I will tease him here.

"Bah! Look at the sword!"

Patriarch Yiyuan didn't even dare to swear at the opening, he only dared to hold the wooden sword he put down and danced beside the altar. trick.

Seeing this, Precia on the side lowered her voice of illusion, preparing to see what the cultivation spells in this world look like.

1 minute passed, "Yiyuan Patriarch" was still dancing there, and the people below seemed to feel that something was wrong. Why was this master a little afraid to provoke the new monsters, and the new monsters were buzzing all the time, There was no other movement.

The whole is like a drama.

'no!Can't go on like this!Going to be dressed soon! '

'I have to think of a way to choose the lesser of the two powers, persimmons have to be the softest, sorry, old horse!If you die, I'll burn paper money for you! '

Flame Curse - Burn!

The mana on the wooden sword quickly flowed, and with a bang, the flaming flames directly attached to the wooden sword.

"One Yuan Patriarch" held a wooden sword, his face was pale, and he waved hard at Ma Zhaotou, a crescent sword energy composed of substantial flames slashed towards Ma Zhaotou, followed by people and jumped directly off the stage, towards the counter run in the direction.