The host of the villain is too arrogant

Chapter 49 Modern Cultivation [11]

[It is indeed this bottle. 】

The system stopped talking after a few words, and she didn't expect the system to say anything useful, so she raised her hand to catch the boning cream and put it away.

rustle--

rustle--

It was the sound of grass being trampled, followed by several big birds fluttering away with screams.

Yu Chuzi moved and walked in the direction of movement and stillness.

The man flipped a strand of raven hair on his cheek, and looked at the boy opposite with a smug smile.

Behind him, three men in priestly robes with blue patterns on a white background made attacks.

Jian Shen raised his hand, and three monks immediately stepped forward and surrounded him: "Little Martial Uncle, please go back with us obediently, the President is waiting for you."

Ji Xiaoshishu Zhao has frivolous eyebrows, so that there is a hint of unruliness on his outrageous face.

He stuck out his pink tongue and lightly licked his red lips: "If you tell me to go back, I'll go back, then I'll lose face. I won't go."

After all, he appeared ten meters away in a flash, and the three monks hurriedly surrounded him again before he could move any further.

Jian Shen walked among them, pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed at him warningly, and smiled coldly: "Little Martial Uncle, don't run around, my sword doesn't have eyes."

Ji Zhao really stopped, but he didn't look at him, and snorted softly, "Then you do it."

"I dare not do anything to you, little uncle." Even though he said so, the sword was already in front of Ji Zhao, "Please come back with us. You make trouble outside every day and we have to wipe your ass, you have to Think about us."

The boy who was pressed against his neck chuckled jokingly, tilted his head, and sent himself into the sword.

Because of his movement, the sharp blade cut a not too deep cut in his neck, and blood flowed all the way along the sword.

Finally it dripped to the ground.

The bright silver blade reflected in his eyes, and the scarlet color gradually deepened. He raised his eyes and pushed the sword away, and said arrogantly, "Then I am not your uncle, shouldn't it be right to do things for uncle?"

He casually wiped the blood, and stretched it out in front of Jianshen: "Look, blood. You take 'your' one by one, and I have so much respect for my junior uncle. Now that I hurt my junior uncle, do you want to apologize to my junior uncle? "

Jian Shen looked at his blood-stained fingers, raised his lips and gave a standard smirk, full of contempt: "Oh? Do I have to kneel and kowtow to you again?"

Ji Zhao touched his chin and pondered for a second, dissatisfied: "I'm not dead yet, you are eager to worship me, should I feel relieved, or"

"It's up to you to understand it. Stop talking nonsense and come with me." He pressed the sword on Ji Zhao's neck again, and tapped his acupuncture points with the other hand.

Ji Zhao twisted his body, slid away like a loach, and ran quickly with oil on his feet: "No, I won't go back. The old man is in retreat, how could he find me. I'm afraid the vice president of your family is looking for me. not going back."

The three monks flicked away a few strands of spiritual energy and caught up with him.

He clutched his chest and swallowed the sweetness, quickly climbed up the tree, twirled his hair, looked down at the four of them, arrogantly: "Scumbag, hot chicken. I still want to catch your uncle and me."

He was not wearing the uniform Taoist robes of the association, but a gorgeous and complicated red dress, exquisite and flamboyant.

However, it couldn't compare to his slanting face, his brows and eyes were slightly curved as if they had been carefully painted, and he smiled lightly as he looked at the crowd.

When there is a son who is unparalleled in the world.

Let the whole world be eclipsed, he is the only color.

"Let's all go away, each go back to his own house, each finds his own mother."

"Young Master Uncle, please stop making trouble." Even though he knew his temperament, Jian Shen couldn't help being angry, his heart was filled with anger, and he remembered that if he saw that he would look up to the sky and laugh and mock him, he took a deep breath and his expression was unstable. He swung his sword and chopped off the trunk, "If you don't go back, we won't be the only ones coming."

Ji Zhao jumped down the tree, saw the stabbing sword out of the corner of his eye, and twisted his waist into an incredible arc to avoid it. Seeing the attack coming again, he uttered a word in disdain, and jumped away.

In the blink of an eye, the afterimage was shaking, and several moves had been made.

"Wow, it's so powerful. I'm so scared." Ji Zhao patted his chest in horror and shouted loudly.

Three monks: "..." Shut up!

The three of them jumped up with their swords and slashed at him, aiming at his head.

In order to prevent him from escaping, Jianshen set up an enchantment with kneading formulas, turned a little spiritual power of his index finger into an awl and shot it between his eyebrows: "The president said that he would take you back, but he didn't say that you would be dead or alive. Since you don't want to If you cooperate, Jianshen will not be polite."

Seeing that there was really no way to avoid it, Ji Zhao took out something in his sleeve, and it took him a long time to take out something. Jian Shen's face changed when he saw the thing, and he widened his eyes in horror: "You stole the president's... "

"Fart. This book belongs to me. Master, the old man let that old man Gu Shan keep it for me temporarily. It's not considered stealing if I take it back."

Ji Zhao quickly crushed the thing and threw it into the air, laughing viciously: "It's up to you, you can't control yourself. Ten of you, oh no, I don't care about a dozen of you."

As soon as the thing came into contact with the air, it dispersed, colorless, odorless and blinking without a trace.

"Ji Zhao!" Jianshen changed his tone of voice in fright, and backed away quickly with his strength.

But the thing had already melted into the air, and the barrier he had set before hadn't been withdrawn, and within a few breaths, he fell down and limply lay on the ground.

　Guess who's coming?
　　Ji Zhao: That's right, I am your all-powerful hero!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)