Chapter 145 Family Heirloom
"Uncle Ming, my Uncle Ming, you are finally here!"
Liu Banxian's voice sounded as if he was about to cry, and he held on to his hand tightly for fear that he would disappear again.
Uncle Ming glanced at him with disgust, then looked at the stage, frowning.
"Such a big deal? The situation is more serious than I thought!"
"That's right, this Dian guy didn't care about Feng Shui and went to practice magic. If he really succeeds in it, even if Daluo Jinxian comes to earth, we will not escape death."
Liu Banxian wiped the sweat from his forehead and still held his sleeve tightly with his other hand.
Tiekou Li was forced back by the spell, jumped up high again, and sat back on the coffin holding the chain.
This made Yin Xiu also take a breath and retreat to the side of a few people.
"Uncle Ming, what's the situation now?"
Uncle Ming squeezed out a little snort from his nostrils, "I didn't bring enough, so I went back and got some. How can I see such a big battle with just a few talisman papers?"
Only then did everyone realize that Uncle Ming's dress was indeed different from usual.
The nightgown was still the same nightgown, not even the two or three shriveled rice grains stuck to the sleeves.
But inside the nightgown, with just the open part, everyone could already see hanging a variety of magical instruments such as the Eight Diagrams Mirror, the Ink Dou Thread, the Coin Coin Sword, and so on.
On his shoulders, like Afa, were tied two shoulder straps to tie things behind.
As for his back, it looked even heavier. There were two long swords, one wooden and one iron, placed on the large five-element compass on the table.
The compass Liu Banxian knew was the one who almost sucked his blood dry last time. When he saw it now, Liu Banxian couldn't help but his eyebrows beat wildly.
"But isn't it surrounded by people who have lost their dogs? Uncle Ming, how did you get down there?"
Da Sang had a puzzled look on his face. If it was two or three stories high, he could still climb down the water pipe. The base of the Kowloon Boxing Arena alone was as high as ten stories high! In the past, when gamblers who had lost everything jumped from the top, they all fell to pieces without even a single cry.
If you win, you will stand up, if you lose, you will lose cleanly, and even if you die, you must die neatly. This is the survival philosophy of Kowloon Walled City.
So it is almost impossible to go down without taking the elevator.
Not to mention that now, the eyes of those outside are if a sparrow flies over, they will shoot several times.
Uncle Ming's eyes had a rare smile behind the round lenses.
"I didn't say I had to go back in body, right?"
Liu Banxian suddenly realized: "It turns out to be soul separation, plus the five ghost transporting technique!"
Uncle Ming did not deny it, but leaned to the side and handed the two long swords to Yin Xiu.
"Well, it's not good to keep that bastard waiting for too long. I'll lend you a sword, but don't wear it out. Don't touch the other one. It's an heirloom of my Mao family."
When Yin Xiu heard what he said, she was flattered and went to get the peach wood sword.
As a result, Uncle Ming slapped him on the hand, "I told you not to touch my family heirloom!"
[How did I know that the peach wood sword is the treasure...]
Yin Xiu felt aggrieved and pulled out the long sword that faintly glowed with blood.
As soon as he took it, Yin Xiu felt a murderous aura surge into his heart, and the hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling.
That feeling was not fear, but an extreme excitement.
It wasn't until Uncle Ming patted his shoulder that Yin Xiu woke up a little. "Be careful. This sword is a sharp weapon in the hands of a good person, but it is also a sharp weapon in the hands of a bad person."
After the two of them each held their swords in their hands, they looked up at Tiekou Li, who had been looking at them coldly.
"Budanjijie, we've been talking for half a chapter and you still haven't done anything. You are the first demon to be as useless as you."
Seemingly irritated by Yin Xiu's words, Tiekou Li swept down from above again, this time more swiftly and fiercely than before.
Yin Xiu and Uncle Ming looked at each other, and they separated to the left and right in tacit agreement. Two sword lights, one black and one red, swam towards Tiekou Li's eyes.
Tiekou Li had a devilish smile on his face, stepped forward, and flew back lightly, landing on the ground silently.
Yin Xiu's master and apprentice did not give him a chance to breathe. They followed him like a shadow and followed him with sharp steps, and drew out both swords again.
"He's already blind, why do you keep stabbing his eyes!"
Da Sang looked anxious and couldn't help but make a sound.
"You know what Tie Baa is! Tiekou Li's demonic energy is concentrated in his eyes. If the acupuncture points at his eyes are stabbed, this bastard's strength will be greatly reduced!"
Liu Banxian watched the battle nervously, still calculating with his hands, although all his divination skills had failed.
laugh! After another transformation, the two long swords almost simultaneously left two cuts of different depths on Tiekou Li's cheekbones, less than a few centimeters away from his eyes.
This angered Tiekou Li. After slapping away the sword with both hands, he kicked off the ground and stabbed Yin Xiu in the chest with a piercing kick, facing the risk of being pierced in the ribs by Uncle Ming.
The shrill sound of breaking wind came immediately, and the hair on Yin Xiu's body stood up, and the corners of her eyes were almost cracked! This blow was unavoidable, so Yin Xiu simply held the long sword in front of her body and pressed her palm against the blade to receive the kick.
Unexpectedly, the force of this blow was so great. Even if he blocked it, Yin Xiu was kicked away. He rolled several times before the force stopped, and blood oozed from the tiger's mouth on his right hand!
As soon as he kicked Yin Xiu away, almost without stopping, Tiekou Li grabbed Uncle Ming's throat with another claw, completely ignoring that the peach wood sword had penetrated into the chest from under the ribs.
In fact, once his neck was strangled, Uncle Ming's strength had been reduced by half. After the peach wood sword penetrated Tiekou Li's body for a period, it was difficult to go further.
"Holy shit, I can't even beat one of them!"
"That's a demon. Do you think he's still a human being?"
Chuan Bao's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he quickly took Liu Banxian's trembling hand and said, "Master, hurry up and take out your family heirloom."
Da Sang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, "Yes, you took out those dozens of Feng Shui atlases, Bagua mirrors, and Five Elements flags, and smashed them all to death!"
Liu Banxian clutched his head with both hands and collapsed.
"Those things are indeed the heirlooms of my Liu family, but I haven't found them back yet! Now all I have on hand is the volume of "The Picture of Crouching Dragon Conquering Demons"!"
When the two of them heard this, they were stunned on the spot.
"Then you just spoke to Tiekou Li like that, as if you were carrying it all with you!"
Liu Banxian sighed, looking quite helpless.
"You little mules can negotiate for [-] cents per person and a bowl of fish-egg soup to fill up the number of people. I just said it to scare that bastard Tiekou Li. I didn't expect that I didn't scare him away."
He gritted his teeth and said, "Normal people would have been frightened enough to run away after hearing my battle!"
"pick!"
The two of them gave him the middle finger at the same time.
"You also know that he is a pervert!"
The matter is over, 6k a day will resume tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)