Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

At dawn, ambulances and police cars roared towards the hospital on the winding road of Shanlong Mountain.

There was a van behind these vehicles. The scarred man Ma Da suddenly vomited blood. While spitting blood, he tried to step on the accelerator to catch up with the vehicle in front. Ma Da's eyes were bulging, and he stared at the car in front of the two police cars as he stepped on the accelerator. Ambulance ahead.

Xiao Tian, ​​the co-pilot, held onto his seat belt timidly, and the ambulance in front seemed to be the rescued Nan Jing and the young master of the Yu family, the horse went crazy!He actually wanted to kill these two people!

This is the Panshan Highway!To death!And the police are right ahead!

A huge curve, Ma Da stared straight at the vehicle in front with a cruel smile on his mouth, stepped on the accelerator, the vehicle made a sudden sound, Xiao Tian screamed and closed his eyes, half a minute later, there was no impact, Oda hesitated and opened his eyes.

But he found that the van that Ma Dagang had rented seemed to be out of order. The more he stepped on the accelerator, the slower the speed.

The vehicle in front was getting further and further away, but their van stopped on the road, and there was no movement no matter how much they stepped on it.

"Damn! Damn!" Ma Da slammed the steering wheel and looked at the grass puppet in front of him who was killed by Nan Jing. At this time, the puppet had exploded. After the puppet was blown up, he was backlashed Now that her internal organs were hurting, Martha took out a pitch-black pill and stuffed it into her mouth, her face instantly turned rosy.

Xiaotian looked at Ma Da's face from the side, the ruddy color was not normal ruddy, but like the kind of red painted on the dead, it looked particularly terrifying, and Ma Da's eyes were ferocious, as if the next second About to kill someone, Oda covered his mouth to keep himself from making a sound.

"Bitch!" Ma Da spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the direction where the vehicle disappeared with hatred in his mouth: "Nan Jing, a bastard, must have subdued the ghost in Yu Anyan's body! Otherwise, it would be impossible to break my puppet! Bitch!"

Xiaotian flinched beside him and said with some inquisitiveness: "Brother, you are so strong, and in that mysterious competition, if you didn't get the ghost in the body of Young Master Yu, even that bastard Nanjing couldn't beat you." .”

"This Xuanmen competition is different from before." After taking the medicine, Ma Da seemed to have stabilized his mood and did not go crazy, but his expression became gloomy and he slammed down the car window, saying viciously: "This time The Xuanmen competition is the freshman competition of Tongxuan Taixue."

"All the masters of Taoism in Tongxuan Taixueji, and now the leaders of the four factions, are all fucking first in this school's freshman competition," Ma Da revealed a kind of cruelty that was bound to win: "Tongxuan Tai It has been ten years since the school held a freshman competition, and this time the freshman competition is especially grand, and the most talented juniors in the Taoist sect will participate."

"I got the news from Dong's family that this meeting is because a top celestial master wants to accept apprentices."

"Apprentice?" Oda's eyes moved violently, swallowing his saliva with interest: "What apprentice?"

"I don't know yet," Ma Da's eyes became excited, and he glanced at Xiao Tian with a little pride and disgust: "But that celestial master, the Dong family and the group are all respectful and afraid, the news I inquired is that celestial master The teacher has the ability comparable to ghosts and gods, and his ability is so powerful that it ranks above all ghosts and gods."

"It can subdue all ghosts and gods, and it is easy to mess with the world and change the fate."

Xiaotian boasted: "Then Ma brother, as long as you become the first in the competition, you will be able to become the apprentice of the master of heaven. When the time comes, please support me little brother."

Ma Da didn't care to show his yellow teeth and smiled. He hugged his muscular arms, and his eyes showed a hint of madness and deepness: "It's not that simple. You know how much training the four major sects of Taoism have produced in this competition." Are they genius disciples? According to the information given to me by the Dong family, there are four people who have achieved small success in eliminating ghosts and subduing demons."

"That stinky bitch from the 'Shu' sect, Gong Feiyan, can cut off hands and feet with a fucking silver needle."

The forbidden area of ​​the 'Shu' faction, in the steep mountains with many mountains and greenery.

There is a flat martial arts practice area outside the bright yellow painted buildings with all kinds of angled corners and cornices. The red lips of a girl with a scorpion head and crescent eyebrows are raised, and she is jumping nimbly on the plum blossom pile. The sleeves of the girl's gauze corset fluctuate. It shot out from the slender hand, and shot straight at the human-shaped standing targets standing all around.

"Ouch! Elder Sister!" The girl running from a distance combed her buns, narrowly escaped a silver needle, and patted her heart for the rest of her life after the catastrophe.

Gong Feiyan stood on the pile of plum blossoms, holding the silver needle with one hand and drinking softly: "What's wrong with being noisy all day long?"

The girl with her buns upright was not afraid at all, and held up a piece of gold-sprinkled rice paper and shouted loudly: "Senior Sister Feiyan! Your invitation letter for the freshman competition of Tongxuan Taixue is here!!"

Ma Da clenched his fists and creaked: "The second one, the 'genre' faction, belongs to the Dong family. In addition to letting me compete, the Dong family also sent a disciple they carefully cultivated, but I haven't found any news yet. , want me as a stepping stone, fuck it."

Dong's house, in a small western-style building in Shanghai Style Garden.

A bald man was wearing a robe that seemed to be patched together with many pieces of rags. The butler of the Dong family, who always had his eyes above his head, said with a just right smile, "You are finally here, our master has been waiting for you for a long time. , The invitation letter to Tongxuan Taixue has been sent to the Dong family."

The bald man raised his palms up, holding something that looked like a magic pestle in his hand, and lifted the corners of his lips. Although his hair was already shaved, his face was unexpectedly handsome. He nodded slightly: "Please trouble the benefactor."

Xiao Tian held his breath, looked at Martha and asked, "Also, there are two more?"

Bloodshot eyes popped out of Ma Da's eyes: "There is also a member of the 'Dong' faction, Miao Jinsu, who is good at poisoning and driving corpses, and his methods are weird."

By the deep blue lake.

The man covered with silver ornaments was quietly grinding a bone flute with a sharp stone, and there was a rustling sound, and the man flicked it, and several talismans were stuck to the grass.

A young boy stood up from the tall grass holding a snake and sticking out his tongue: "Brother Jin Li, at least let me win once!"

Miao Jinli scratched his head and laughed out loud, unexpectedly hearty: "But I have never lost, did the patriarch ask you to send an invitation letter to Tong Xuan Taixue?"

After talking about Miao Jinli's news, Ma Da's expression became very tense. Before saying the last person, Ma Da unscrewed the kettle on the car, poured a big mouthful of water, and clenched his fists. Zuo Xiang: "The last one is the successor of the 'Jing' sect, Bai Guanyin, who is good at unknown things."

"In other words, he is good at everything, he is very strong."

The pavilions and waterside pavilions in the lotus ponds are connected by wooden trestle bridges. The man with long black hair tied up by a wooden hairpin wears a white gauze shirt with sleeves, white trousers and ancient wooden clogs from the Han and Tang Dynasties. on the trestle.

The raindrops fell on the lotus pond, splashing little ripples. In the distance, in the pavilion covered by white gauze, a group of people were sitting cross-legged on low wooden tables and chairs, holding brushes and brushes. This is the customary mantra of the Bai family. The prohibition regulations are written silently.

The man held a closed fan with a cold light in his right hand, the attendant quickly moved to the front of the man, stretched out his hand to open the white gauze for the man, a group of green-robed youths in the pavilion bent over and came in At that moment, they all lowered their heads.

The man sat lightly on the top of the entire pavilion, with his back erect and straight, and he raised his head slightly. There was no wave on that face that was so beautiful that people could hold their breath when looking at it. There is a gleam of golden light, and a little red cinnabar on the forehead.

The man picked up the celadon teacup on the low table in front of him and moistened his lips a little, lifted his thin eyelids, and looked at everyone who was writing quickly.

A young man in the last row who was silently writing the banning regulations trembled when he was swept by the man. The man's eyes were fixed on the trembling young man. When the raindrops fell, the man suddenly opened his fan, and a red light hit him violently. that young man.

The young man knelt down abruptly, his whole body trembling and he dared not say a word.

The man unfolded the examination paper in front of him, and suddenly chuckled: "Love curse?"

The young man hurriedly kowtowed: "Young Master Bai! I was wrong! Young Master Bai, let me go! I will never use love spells secretly again!"

"What have I taught you?" The man stood up, his eyes were cold, and the fan was fully unfolded. The young man kneeling on the ground in the green robe twisted his hands and feet, and flew backwards, directly falling into the lotus pond, splashing a huge amount of water wave.

The man closed his fan, obviously looking like a dignified and dignified young man, but everyone was silent, the man said softly, "Love is the most useless thing."

Someone was standing by the pavilion with small steps.

Bai Guanyin lifted the sleeves of his robe, sat down and took a sip of tea, calmly asked, "What's the matter?"

The person who came held up a piece of rice paper sprinkled with gold: "Young Master Bai, the invitation letter for the freshman competition of Tongxuan Taixue, and the latest news, Po Meng, the third in the list of ghosts and gods, was obtained."

Bai Guanyin raised the hand of the teapot and paused: "Who?"

The man lowered his head, his voice was inaudible: "It's... an ordinary person named Nan Jing."

The author has something to say:

Come on, come on, the worldview structure of this article refers to some works of Taoism, and I will sort it out and write it together when I have time

Bai Guanyin now: Love is useless

Later... well...