Chapter 124: Change of face

Chou Dalang's fair face suddenly turned red. He pointed at the old woman with his hand: "I didn't expect...you..." He fell down before he finished speaking...

The three strong men behind Chou Dalang had long fallen to the ground and unconscious.

The blind old woman looked at the four people who fell to the ground and sneered: "Even with the cultivation level of immortality, as long as she drinks the old medicinal wine, she will lie on the ground like a dead dog."

As soon as she finished saying this, she heard someone laughing behind her.

The blind old woman turned around in shock. Behind her was a thin boy, with a red knife on her back.

Luo Xiaofeng! Luo Xiaofeng is standing behind the blind old woman!

Luo Xiaofeng said, "I will be fine after drinking your medicinal wine!"

The blind old woman immediately recovered from her calmness. She smiled on her face, but her hand secretly reached into her arms...

The blind old woman's hand secretly reached into her arms. She shook her hand and a slender silver chain was shaken straight.

The silver chain was like a sword, piercing Luo Xiaofeng's throat.

Luo Xiaofeng's Blood Flame Divine Sword has taken action.

The first move of the Blood Flame Divine Sword: Blood Flames soar into the air! A circle of blood-red flames, centered on Luo Xiaofeng, instantly spread to the surroundings. The air around suddenly became hot.

In the blood-red flame, the silver chain in the blind old woman's hand was broken.

The blind old woman suddenly turned into a bald-browed old monk!

If it were someone else, he would have been shocked, but Luo Xiaofeng looked at the dramatic change with a calm expression, as if all of this was in his expectation.

The old monk Bald-browed monk's pale face turned red in an instant, not sure whether it was because of shyness or being roasted by flames.

Luo Xiaofeng knew that the blind old woman had a fake face, but he didn't expect that this man was actually a monk!

The monk covered his face with his cuffs and his whole body shrank into a ball.

Luo Xiaofeng returned the Blood Flame Divine Sword to sheath. The blood-red flames around him disappeared instantly.

The monk looked at Luo Xiaofeng in surprise: "I didn't expect that the little donor had such great skills at such a young age. I'll learn it." He wiped his sweat while talking.

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the monk coldly, and after a while, he asked, "Who are you?"

The monk clasped his hands together: "Mencius will not lie, I am a wise immortal!"

Luo Xiaofeng was shocked: "Are you the legendary monk Zhixian?"

Monk Zhixian clasped his hands together: "That's right!"

There is a legend here: It is said that the master of the Piaomiao Valley is a demon who kills people without blinking an eye. He changes a lot and never shows his true face. But he will show his true body when he kills people. It is said that for thousands of years, only one monk has escaped under the master of the Piaomiao Valley. This monk is also the only one who has seen the true face of the Piaomiao Valley. This monk is the best guide if he wants to go to Piaomiao Valley! Unfortunately, for thousands of years, no one has ever heard of this monk, and only knows that his Dharma name is Zhixian.

Luo Xiaofeng knew this legend, but he didn't believe that the old monk bald-browed in front of him was the legendary Zhixian.

Monk Zhixian smiled bitterly: "I know the little donor doesn't believe it!"

Luo Xiaofeng really doesn’t believe it!

Monk Zhixian turned around and returned to the small thatched hut, and took out a pitch-black wooden barrel from the shed. The small wooden barrel contained half a bucket of clean water.

Monk Zhixian held the clear water in his hand and gently applied it to the faces of Chou Dalang and his group.

After a moment, Chou Dalang and his four men woke up.

Monk Zhixian held the big silver in both hands and respectfully presented it to Chou Dalang.

Chou Dalang looked at his silver ingot, then looked at Monk Zhixian. After a while, he asked, "Are you the old woman who sold wine just now?"

Monk Zhixian's pale face turned red again. He bent down and his whole body became half short in an instant: "I am obsessed with money and let the donors deal with it."

Chou Dalang glanced at Monk Zhixian, and his eyes stared at Luo Xiaofeng.

Luo Xiaofeng felt a little embarrassed to be seen.

Chou Dalang suddenly asked, "You saved us?"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled and said nothing.

Monk Zhixian whispered: "This little donor ruined my fake face and made me lose my way."

Among the three strong men, Shu Hong Qiang had the lowest martial arts skills and had just arrived at the Shaoling Realm. Although he woke up, he was still dizzy.

Monk Zhixian grabbed the clear water with his hand and gently applied it to Hong Qiang's face. After a while, Hong Qiang completely returned to normal.

Chou Dalang kept his face gloomy, and he stared at Monk Zhixian: "I didn't expect that monks who became monks would also kill their lives for money."

Monk Zhixian shrank into a ball, as if it had become a shrimp: "Although Zhixian was once fascinated by his heart, he never killed a single life."

Chou Dalang's pupils suddenly shrank: "You said your name is Zhixian?"

Monk Zhixian was stunned and said, "I am Zhixian!"

Chou Dalang took a step forward and grabbed the shoulder of the monk Zhixian: "There is a legend in Piaomiao Valley, are you the legendary monk Zhixian?"

Monk Zhixian clasped his hands together: "It's me!"

Chou Dalang looked at Monk Zhixian, then looked at Luo Xiaofeng, and suddenly laughed out loud: "You have the ability to escape under the master of Piaomiao Valley, why are you defeated by a young man today?"

Monk Zhixian turned around and looked at Luo Xiaofeng: "Although this little donor is young, his methods are extraordinary, especially the red knife on his back..." The monk didn't finish his words, and his face turned a look of fear.

Chou Dalang suddenly became interested. He came to Luo Xiaofeng's back and saw the Blood Flame Divine Sword.

The red-faced man Jiang Ling, the black-faced man Luo Tian, ​​and the purple-faced man Hong Qiang, all three of them surrounded him.

Luo Xiaofeng's eyebrows became a lump.

Chou Dalang exclaimed: "A good knife... it is indeed a good knife..."

The purple-faced man Hong Qiang reached out to pick the Blood Flame Divine Sword on Luo Xiaofeng's back, and said, "Since my brother likes it, this knife belongs to you."

Luo Xiaofeng lowered his face. He saved the lives of these people. Unexpectedly, they not only refused to thank them, but were still so rude, especially this purple-faced man, who now wants to steal the Blood Flame Divine Sword on his back.

The purple-faced man Hong Qianghu grabbed the blood flame divine sword on Luo Xiaofeng's back with a big hand like lightning.

Luo Xiaofeng turned around, and the handle of the Blood Flame Divine Sword was impartially hitting the back of the purple-faced man's hand.

A scream of "Ah"! The back of the purple-faced man's hands swollen instantly, and the skin on his palm melted for no reason.

Luo Tian, ​​a black-faced man, roared and rushed over: "You kid, how dare you hurt my brother, look at me ruining you today." As he spoke, he suddenly had an iron ruler in his hand. The iron ruler grew when he saw the wind, and it was more than meter in an instant.

This iron ruler belongs to an intermediate magic weapon, and Luo Tian’s martial arts cultivation belongs to the second level of the Middle Spirit Realm.

Luo Xiaofeng had already seen the opponent's background. Even if he didn't use the Blood Flame Divine Sword, he was sure to defeat the opponent.

Luo Tian’s muscles on his black face were beating violently, and he had already used ten of his strength to use this iron ruler.

The iron ruler swept over and Luo Xiaofeng suddenly disappeared!
Chapter completed!