Otherworldly Merchant

“Hatsukichi, I'll leave this to you! ”

The T-shirt man is seriously injured at this moment, but if we use the Yongling Ring now, if Ichiro Ryuzawa shows up, we really don't have a card.

As soon as I move to hand over the Yongling Ring to the T-shirt man, the Yongling Ring has been used by me for many years and already has the Royal Treasure function.

Even if the Yin Spirit is not summoned to war, the Little Ring itself can provide spiritual power to those wearing the ring, thereby enhancing the effect of the magic instrument.

His eight-sided Han sword is the most traditional Chinese weapon and is more suitable for royal possession than my Mongolian machete.

Indeed, after wearing the Yongling Ring, the T-shirt man became much more spiritual, and he stood up and waved his sword, hitting Miss Yin Yang's throat.

The White Eyebrow Zen teacher read the Buddha's Book aloud. Behind him was a golden and glowing Thousand Hands Guanyin phantom. His hands came together and his power was immense. It was as if any place on the Yin and Yang Prince had been hit by fire.

The balance of victory seemed to lean towards us little by little, and I dragged my body little by little into the Array of Neglected Spirits, and as soon as I went in, I heard the painful screams of Lord Yin and Yang.

Did Master White Eyebrow get it? I turned my head and found that he was all right, but his eyes were a little straight. I looked at him and I was surprised to find that the T-shirt man actually cut off Miss Yin Yang's head!

“I told you, you're not qualified! ”

The T-shirt man looked at Miss Yin Yang without her head and said.

I looked at Miss Yin Yang's beautiful face, and it was chilly in my heart.

“Sister...”

Son Yin Yang shouted, then hysterically shouted: "Young master, they are all here! ”

Young Master, Ichiro Ryuzawa is here!

Just a few seconds of kung fu, the antique store door burst open and Ichiro Ryuzawa, dressed in a ninja suit, tumbled across from Master Shirai Zen.

“Young master, they killed my little sister, you have to avenge us!” The Yin and Yang dude is red-eyed.

“Huh, useless stuff. ”

Ichiro Ryuzawa glanced at Lord Yin Yang and slowly unveiled the veil of the ninja suit. It can be seen that Ryuzawa Ichiro has more strength than before, but how can the voice sound strange, like a eunuch's tone.

“Kill my people again. How do you calculate this? ”

“What do you want? ”

I stood up hard and stood with the T-shirt male White Eyebrow Zen Master, and when Ryuzawa saw me, my normal eyes instantly turned red and then dark.

“Hide in the Grim Front. I'll take care of him. ”

White Eyebrow Zen threw the Buddha Pearl at Ryuzawa Ichiro. I didn't react yet, and the T-shirt man dragged me into the sleepy spirit formation.

I thought the White Eyebrow Zen Master was going to fight him. Who knew that the White Eyebrow Zen Master was just delaying time, and when we came in, he quickly followed up.

“Don't worry, there's one today, I'm going to leave the antique one street chicken dog alone. ”

Ichiro Ryuzawa's speech room was surrounded by an inky mist. His eyes began to purple in the dark. The whole person was like Shiloh Reaper, and his body was severely distorted into clumps.

It seems that his ninja skills are quite counterproductive, no wonder Master Bai Eyebrow is so cynical.

“No, this won't hold up the trapped Spirit Formation. I'll hold him off. You guys run. ”

White Eyebrow Zen saw Ichiro Ryuzawa become a monster and his face changed. He closed his eyes and kept pinching his three fingers, muffled and said.

After taking a serious look at the T-shirt man, he got up and ran out.

Ichiro Ryuzawa's tongue was exposed after the storm, like a soft sword, and he seemed to greet Master Bai Eyebrow constantly.

Since his body has been shaped, his body is hidden in a bit of illusion, so many attacks by the White Eyebrow Zen Master have not been effective. The T-shirt man took out eight Chinese swords to help out. Who knows that Yong Zeichiro's body, which does not seem to exist, is like steel.

Cutting iron like mud, the eight-sided Chinese sword cut up, only made a few metal collisions, the T-shirt man obviously did not expect this effect, for a moment stood still.

Ichiro Ryuzawa smiled and slapped him on the back, and the T-shirt man bled out.

“Let's go! ”

The White Eyebrow Zen master dragged the T-shirt man to try to return to the Poor Spirit Array. At most, it was five meters away. But the two of them had lost their strength, and Ichiro Ryuzawa was faster than the wind. Far away, I saw a razor-sharp knife emerge on the sole of his foot and stabbed him in the back of the T-shirt.

“Careful! Get down!”

I tried my best to roar, but the White Eyebrow Zen master didn't know what was going on behind him, and his subconscious turned back and saw the knife and the reflectivity was blocked in front of the T-shirt man.

I watched Ichiro Ryuzawa quickly approach the sharp knife, puffing a sip of blood.

The next moment, Ichiro Ryuzawa's sharp knife pierced Master Shirai's chin and penetrated it from the back of his brain.

The semi-conscious T-shirt man also tried to pull the White Eyebrow Zen master into the formation, and saw the other party unresponsive, looking up amazingly. When he saw Master White Eyebrow's face full of blood, his pupils suddenly shrunk.

“Jiulin... Save...”

White Eyebrow Zen looked at me and said, “Save... first year...”

Every word he said was going to spit out a bite of blood. After that, he tried to get himself into a sitting position. He held the Buddha's bead in his hands and folded it in front of his chest. He spit out the corner of his bloody mouth and wriggled quickly, seemingly reading something.

Behind him, the mighty Thousand Hands of Guanyin Fantasy swayed.

I couldn't care less about my pain, I tried my best to pull the T-shirt man in from the outside, and I yelled at him: “First year, you have to live, you have to live, we have to live! ”

Ichiro Ryuzawa tried to rush in many times, but as soon as he entered the realm of the Poor Spirit Array, he would be beaten back by a thousand hands, thanks also to his recent cultivation of evil magic, which coincided with the encounter of Buddha's Kexing.

“Turn your head back, hide behind others, and let your friends suffer for you, don't you?” Ichiro Ryuzawa became angry.

The White Eyebrow Zen Master is still wriggling his lips, I know he is reading the final Buddhist language! Fucking Ryuzawa Ichiro kept attacking Shirai Zen Master in order to get us out.

With each attack, the White Eyebrow Zen Master sprays a bite of blood, and the Thousand Hands of Guanyin is blurred.

But then he continued to read his Buddhist language, supporting the Guanyin illusion, albeit slowly.

“Don't stop me, I'll kill this bastard! ”

The T-shirt man can no longer control himself. He has been in love with the White Eyebrow Zen master for decades. Now the White Eyebrow Zen is just a few meters away from being ruthlessly hurt, how can he ignore it?

But I can't let him go out, so the White Eyebrow Zen really died for nothing!

Finally, the White Eyebrow Zen master stopped reading the scriptures, his head was weak and drooling, but he remained in a sit-down position.

The next second, a huge, thousand-handed fantasy ‘pop’ exploded into countless pieces.

The virtues are full, the evils are silent, and the White Eyebrow Zen Master is silent.

“These people died because of you. What are you supposed to hide inside and be a shrugged turtle? ”

Ichiro Ryuzawa keeps insulting me. My heart is dripping blood. If it wasn't for me, Master Shiraimi Zen would still be practicing in the temple, but can I rush out for this? Then what's the point of his death?

Live, sometimes much harder than die!