Under One Person: I Become Stronger When I Break My Vows

"The moon is so round tonight."

Qin Shiyue looked at the black-faced old Taoist priest in silence for a moment, then smiled and said.

"Xiao Baozheng, what are you doing? How come I heard you calling me?"

The old Taoist priest looked at Qin Shiyue gloomily and said.

"Really? Maybe it just came out of your mouth. After all, it's normal to mention relatives when you greet someone on the street."

Qin Shiyue smiled even more brightly and even winked at the old Taoist priest arrogantly.

The old Taoist priest almost bit his teeth when he saw this.

But Xu San and Xu Si were silent at this moment, looking at Qin Shiyue with admiration.

This guy is really brave. He actually dared to talk to the old Taoist priest like this. It was a complete provocation.

"You better give me a reasonable explanation! Don't forget that you still need me, an old man."

The old Taoist priest glared at Qin Shiyue and said in a voice transmission.

"You see, you have to pick the soft ones. You are too tough. I can't beat the manufacturer for now, so I can only bully the product. What's more, this guy is equivalent to handing me the reason to beat him."

"I can't help but beat him! Besides, I don't have anything to ask you. We are just helping each other, not asking anyone for help!"

Qin Shiyue didn't hide his thoughts at all, and there was no need to hide them. An old man over a hundred years old, what has he not seen? Those little thoughts can't be hidden, so it's better to admit it openly.

Besides, what's there to be afraid of when you say you are right!

The old Taoist priest is not afraid of Zhang Chulan being seriously injured now, but he is afraid that things will get out of hand. In that case, he can't not deal with Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao even if he wants to.

While Qin Shiyue was transmitting the message, he shook Feng Baobao, who was still hanging on the branch, to the old Taoist priest.

In fact, when the old Taoist priest came, he had already seen what was going on. After all, Feng Baobao's reputation of burying people has spread.

But the old master didn't expect that this guy would dare to commit a crime against the wind. He was just disqualified and came to trouble Qin Shiyue at night.

Really! Don't be too arrogant when cheating!

The old master could only admit it. There was no way, who made Zhang Chulan wrong? Being beaten was considered light.

"Master, it's okay, slurp~ We are just joking. Slurp~"

Zhang Chulan supported the tree and barely stood up, and said to the old master vaguely.

Because of the serious facial trauma, saliva and blood flowed down when he spoke. He had to slurp from time to time.

"You young people are really playing too much, better than our older generation! I, an old man, want to have a good time with you!"

The old master touched his cheek, which had not yet subsided, and looked at Zhang Chulan.

There was a feeling of sympathy, but it was this feeling that made him even more unhappy.

If Zhang Chulan wasn't so miserable at the moment, the old master would have wanted to play another round with Zhang Chulan.

"Don't play if you come. If you keep playing, I may not see the sun tomorrow, slurp~"

Zhang Chulan said with a wry smile.

"Hmph!"

The old Taoist snorted heavily, turned his head and looked at Qin Shiyue and said, "It's almost done, do you want to play for a while?"

"It's OK, I feel good now, the game is over tonight, and I can have a good sleep."

Qin Shiyue turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly he paused, as if he remembered something and turned back, smiling and saying, "By the way, old Taoist, I won't go tomorrow, take a good rest, after the Luotian Dajiao is over, I will be busy, it's not easy to find free time again."

"Okay, if you don't want to go, then don't go, it will save you trouble."

The old Taoist waved his hand and said with a little disdain, now he saw that Qin Shiyue really didn't bother others.

This kid is too cruel! But there is no way to deal with him!

Since Qin Shiyue came to Longhu Mountain, the old Taoist felt that his Qi cultivation skills had obviously declined a lot.

Qin Shiyue waved his hand without looking back, and disappeared in a flash.

"Why do you want to take this pain!"

The old Taoist priest walked to Zhang Chulan and put his hand on his shoulder. As the compound magic spell was activated, the bruises on Zhang Chulan's face suddenly subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's good to take it. I accept the pain. After taking it, I can feel at ease."

Zhang Chulan touched his face, which was beginning to regain consciousness, and said with a silly smile.

"Alas~"

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest shook his head, sighed, and said nothing more.

Soon, the power of the compound magic spell was completely absorbed by Zhang Chulan, and his face was restored to 60% or 70%.

However, some traces will have to remain for a while. The old Taoist priest's compound magic spell is very effective in recovering injuries.It's still a little short of the mark, the vitality is not enough.

"Okay, let's do it, at least I can see people tomorrow."

The old Taoist priest clapped his hands, and couldn't help shaking his head when he saw Zhang Chulan's appearance.

"It's enough to see people, Master, you have such means, why don't you remove the scars on your body?"

Zhang Chulan smiled freely, then looked at the old Taoist priest's cheeks that were still a little swollen and couldn't help asking.

The old Taoist priest couldn't help sighing in his heart when he heard it.

If possible, he would also like to solve it himself, but if the injury disappeared the next day, then Lao Lu's anger might not be eliminated, and he might have to trouble him at that time.

So it's safer to leave the scar on the body.

"Take care of yourself! Okay, go to bed quickly! Don't let your heavenly soldier make trouble next time, otherwise I can't protect you!"

The old Taoist priest glared at Zhang Chulan and said unhappily.

"Okay, Master, don't worry, we will definitely not cause any more trouble. You've worked hard,"

Zhang Chulan smiled and rubbed his cheeks.

"Xu family boys, you two should be honest, the Luotian Grand Ceremony will soon be over."

The old Taoist priest turned his head and looked at the Xu brothers and said.

"Understood!"

"I know, old Taoist priest."

Xu San and Xu Si were still very respectful to the old Taoist priest, and they nodded in response.

After getting a satisfactory answer, the old Taoist priest glanced at Feng Baobao, who was wriggling on the ground like a silkworm, and waved his hand, and the rope on her body broke instantly.

Then the old Taoist priest slapped her several times in a row.

Crack! Crack!

After hearing a few crisp sounds, Feng Baobao's dislocated bones were immediately restored. Feng Baobao had an expressionless look throughout the whole process.

"It's still a tough nut to crack, but I've shown some mercy to that little bastard. It's just that the bones are broken but the tendons are not separated. They are really worrying."

The old Taoist muttered and walked towards his residence.

Zhang Chulan looked at the old Taoist's back and was speechless for a long time.

"Okay, stop thinking about it. Now you can rest assured. You only have Zhang Lingyu as your opponent. This bone is not easy to chew. Be prepared."

Xu Si walked to Zhang Chulan with a cigarette in his mouth, exhaled a long puff of smoke and said.

"Or, I'll go bury Zhang Lingyu. I've already thought of version 2.0 of my battle plan."

Feng Baobao shook his shoulders and said thoughtfully.

"Don't!"

"Don't!"

"Baby! You should give your battle plan a break."

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