Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

The next day, Qu Yang replaced one of the puppet masters in the puppet troupe and stood on the gossip stage.

A middle-aged man next to him glanced at him, smiled and shook his head: "The trick you showed last night really surprised the class leader, and when we got back, he told us that blue is better than blue. "

This is unabashed praise.

The puppet masters who listened to the mouth moved their ears and looked sideways, their eyes were full of surprise, but there was no dissatisfaction in their hearts.

If the difference is too far, people can only look up willingly, and they can't afford the idea of ​​catching up.

Let's talk about this person, he looks like he is only in his twenties, but he showed his skills last night, but compared to some old puppet masters who are 50 or [-] years old, this is not a genius but what is it.

"As expected of a boy from the Song family."

"That's so experienced and skillful, I'm afraid it's a good seedling that was cultivated in childhood. That kid in my family can't do it. He has to be served by the board before he is willing to learn."

"Young people nowadays are like that, impetuous. Generally speaking, it takes half a lifetime to learn old skills before they can achieve something. You can see how many can stand it."

Standing on the gossip stage as a façade are all skilled old puppet masters, Qu Yang, the young face among them, stands out somewhat.

So Song Yuancheng, who ran over in a hurry, saw it at a glance.

Before he had time to marvel at the wonderful puppet manipulation technique, the scene in the Song Family Courtyard broke into his mind first, forcing his mind to go blank in shock and panic, and let the scream burst out of his difficult throat with only instinct Out: "Brother! There are evil warriors in the house!"

The original track of this world is coming step by step.

In the scorching sun, Qu Yang looked down the stage, Song Yuancheng was sweating profusely all the way, the anxiety in his eyes was hotter than the sunlight on the dome.

Regardless of the usual bumps, when it comes to crisis, Song Yuancheng still instinctively comes to find Qu Yang, as if only his bookish-looking elder brother can restrain the menacing and invincible evil warrior.

Fortunately, this was a demonstration for the purpose of getting in touch with several other puppet masters, and it was not a real performance. Qu Yang quickly walked off the gossip stage.

Qu Yang scooped up the little boy, raised his energy and used lightness kung fu, and hurried to Song's house.

Song Yuancheng's lips were trembling: "The evil martial artist rushed into the house and took Dad hostage. He scolded our family's ancestors and made a mess in the courtyard by rummaging through boxes and cabinets."

It seems that the existence of the legendary puppet is not only known to the master in Wenshu Pavilion, but also others in the evil way.

Qu Yang nodded to express his understanding.

But no matter who has the evil idea of ​​coveting and forcibly attacking the Song family, he will have to pay the price.

Qu Yang held Song Yuancheng's collar in his hand, and quickly approached the Song family. The young boy had calmed down a bit, and tugged Qu Yang's hand, signaling to put him down.

After putting the person down, before entering the courtyard, Qu Yang could hear the sound of fighting in the courtyard hundreds of feet away.

Song Yuancheng followed behind him, and quickly explained the situation in the courtyard: "Sister Zuo and the others are nearby. After finding the evil warrior, they fought against him first, but they were slightly disadvantaged. I came here to find you."

Knowing that the hot light hit his body for only a moment, Song Yuancheng no longer had Qu Yang in front of him.

"elder brother!"

He called out in surprise, and hurriedly chased after him, but was nailed to the spot by a voice on the way.

"Stay at the door honestly, don't come in."

The aftermath of fighting for warriors who have reached a certain level should not be underestimated. Sand and stones are thrown at every turn, homes and ground are demolished, and energy dances loudly in the air.

This was true for Song Yuancheng, and it was also true for Qu Yang who had just entered the courtyard when a gust of wind hit his face.

Tapping his toes lightly, Qu Yang passed a crooked short tree that was rushing towards him, causing his gown to rattle.

Qu Yang turned his head and looked in the direction of the tree, only to see a middle-aged martial artist dressed in black, dancing with a big knife in his hand.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang", the sound of blades meeting with wolf hairs can be heard endlessly, the evil martial artist is surrounded by seven or eight Wenshuge disciples in the center, but he is alone but does not see his decline, and he is even more than capable, pressing down on the Wenshuge disciples and beating them until they are out of breath .

The elder brother held a tough scroll of unknown material, and struggled to resist the coming sword. He was so shocked that his mouth hurt, and he stepped back seven steps involuntarily, and quickly stepped up. He looked around and was struggling The younger brothers and younger sisters proposed cruelly:

"The information is wrong, this evil warrior is much stronger than expected! Junior brother and sister, the purpose of controlling him is not ours, how about... let's retire now?"

"If we retire, what will that old Song who is still on the sick bed do?"

"Whatever you love, let's go now, we can save our lives, and we will change later, Junior Brother, don't be merciful."

"Hey, it's a pity for the Song family. It's not good to provoke anyone. We must recruit this evil warrior."

"I don't think this is a bad thing. If there is no such entanglement, when this evil warrior finds out that we are here to kill him, wouldn't the unlucky ones be replaced by us?"

Wen Shuge's disciples made up their minds, and they fought and retreated towards the door feeling sorry for each other.

The evil warrior laughed loudly, and after a slash, he put away the big knife and easily carried it on his shoulder.

And the Wenshu Pavilion disciples looked at him with fear, not daring to act recklessly, nor did they dare to let go of their guards easily, and each of them retreated slowly with vigilant eyes.

One step, two steps...

The evil martial artist sneered: "You also heard the rumors about Song Yingchao, and you came here after hearing the news? If your strength is not very good, don't think that it should belong to you. Get out of here!"

Wenshuge is also well-known in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are young people who have not experienced much in the world, and they have always been highly praised. Wherever they have suffered such contempt and ridicule, some people can't help but want to stand up immediately.

The senior brother still had his senses, he held back the younger brother who was angry but wanted to go forward, and retreated in order to find a decent excuse.

At this time, Zuo Qiutang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother Song, you are back!"

When the words fell to the ground, all eyes focused on Qu Yang, he walked unhurriedly past the Wenshu Pavilion disciples, and those people's steps towards the door stopped unconsciously.

"Oh? From the Song family?"

The evil martial artist raised his eyebrows with great interest: "The kid who sneaked out just now asked you to come here? Since you already know the purpose of my coming here on the way, hand over the puppet!"

"Okay, Your Excellency is about to pick it up."

"Just throw it over."

The evil martial artist looked at the man in a long gown with disdain, who looked like a poor scholar with no strength to restrain his hands, his bones were still unbelievably soft.

And Wen Shuge's disciples and others obviously thought the same way.

However, the next moment, the puppet came through the air, shattering the initial imagination of both of them.

"how can that be?"