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Even Fatty Lei saw that there was something wrong with that. He stood in front of me and whispered to him, "Seventh Uncle, this won't do if we continue to be like this. This old man is crazy, be careful of him taking advantage of you."

Moreover, he has already lied to me once, so I definitely can't give it to him. However, Seventh Uncle can't go against his master's orders, so he pushed me away and reached out to snatch the cigarette case from me.

I stepped back, separating them. "Seventh Uncle, let me say it."

"Cough!" "Ahem!" The Dao Tomb Zhenren's four feet were facing the sky as he laid on the stone floor. He indifferently said, "Little Chuan, if you don't bring me the cigarette, I won't take care of you."

Seventh Uncle frowned. I took a step forward and raised the cigarette in my hand. With a pinch, the cigarette case immediately changed shape. "Old man!" If you make it difficult for Seventh Uncle, I'll destroy this box of cigarettes, and no one will be able to smoke. "

The Dao Tomb Zhenren's eyes widened. With a rub, he jumped up from the stone slab and squatted on top of it. He then gave me a mischievous smile. "Little Brother!" Don't be impulsive, you youngsters are just in high spirits. Come, come! Sit next to me. "

The few of us surrounded him. Daoist Master Dao-Tomb patted the stone slab beside him, indicating that I should sit down. He happily looked at the twisted cigarette box in my hand. "Little Chuan, squat down beside me. Don't run around!"

Seventh Uncle's face showed a burst of grievance as he obediently squatted beside Daoist Master Dao-Tomb.

I asked, "Daoist Master Dao Tomb, how much do you know about the Ghost Infant?"

The Dao Tomb's interest was clearly not with the Ghost Infant and its gaze was fixated on the cigarette in my hand. After a long time, it raised its head and looked at me, "Little brother, were you the one who brought out these straw bags earlier?"

I didn't say anything.

The Daoist Master of the Dao Tomb smiled and glanced at the cigarette case with a reluctant gaze. "So young and yet he has such ability. In the future, he will definitely be extraordinary. But … "Eh …" "I don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is." After saying that, he shook his head and smacked his lips.

I didn't have the mood to discuss how high the sky was and how deep the ground was. I rolled my eyes at him. "Excuse me, can you tell us about the Ghost Infant? Where is it? It's important to us. "

Daoist Master Taoist smirked at my cigarette case. "Is it very important to you?" Oh, haha! Hahaha! "It's not important to me. I've already finished smoking anyway, if you don't want to give me a cigarette, then go!"

After saying that, Daoist Master Dao-Tomb looked like a child as he squatted on the stone slab and shook his head. I sighed, so this old man actually didn't know anything. Since the ghost baby had nothing to do with him, why did he make it so difficult for us? He just wanted two cigarettes.

I was about to give it to him when a light flashed in the Dao Tomb Zhenren's eyes. In an instant, my hand was empty, and as for how he took it, I couldn't see it at all.

The mausoleum ran to a distance, took out a cigarette from its pack, bounced up and down, found a branch, rubbed at the soles of his shoes, rubbed off sparks, and lit up the cigarette. Heh! Even if you were Seventh Uncle's master, wouldn't I be able to snatch that thing away from my hands so easily? The spirit of the Martial Ancestor in the heavens, wouldn't he be able to chop me to death with a bolt of lightning on a clear day?

He immediately stood up, "Yin and Yang are inexorable. Zhulu has not rested for many years. If you can attain Yin and Yang, heaven and earth are all in your palms!" Although I know that my speed isn't very fast, I am confident that I can compete with him in movement and chanting techniques.

In the blink of an eye, I was right in front of Daoist Master Daosi. The White Tiger beneath my feet charged forward, and Yu Zongdao sent out a kick like a flower. The kick flew towards the cigarette in Daoist Master Daoshen's mouth, causing his head to tilt backwards and scattering the ash at the tip of his cigarette.

He took a step back, removed the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and opened his mouth in an "O" shape. This was truly not simple! The Spirit Communication Technique that has been extinct for almost a hundred years has reappeared in the martial arts world! " The Dao Tomb blinked and looked at the bamboo forest with a smile that was not a smile. "I laid down a death formation, and even flies flew out. No wonder you have such a cultivation at such a young age. Kid, which one is your esteemed master?

"Self-taught talent!" He was already a self-taught genius who didn't have a teacher to teach him. He reached out his hand to snatch the cigarette box, "Old man, if you know what's good for you, then quickly give me back the cigarette and don't force me to kick you with my kicks. You can't stand an old arm and an old leg."

The Dao Tomb Zhenren was not infuriated by my words. His movements were abnormally agile as he jumped up and down, babbling with his mouth. In short, he did not want me to take back the cigarette.

After a few moves, his dantian's Qi slowly rose as he coldly said, "Daoist Master Dao Tomb, you are forcing me to make a move!"

Daoist Master Dao-Tomb's face was full of smiles. He placed the cigarette case into his filthy bosom, wiped his nose, and hooked his finger at me. "Hahaha!" Just because he knew a little Spirit Communication Technique, he thought that he could create heaven and earth! Gaga, it is difficult to be poor against Yin and Yang, two to nine palaces, have you ever heard of it? "For the transformation of March, there will be three escape routes and eight of them will be split into the Eight Inner Hidden Gates. Do you have any training experience with them?"

I instantly widened my eyes. Damn! This is the Superclass of the《 Psychic's Secrets》, and this old man actually knows how to recite it. The Dragon Sect is a branch of the Daoist Sect, and it has no relationship with my Spirit Sect. I nodded, "Old man, if you don't explain it clearly to me today, I'm not done with you!"

"Huang Quan, stop!" At this moment, the relationship between the two levels in my heart had long since turned into ashes. The Qi in my Dantian converged in the meridians in my entire body. Evil Wind was on his feet, he kicked Kui Dou out, coordinating with my own palm technique, "Big Dipper Punisher, Five Gods From Me, Zhou You Eight Techniques, Those who block me will die!" After many experiments, the results were very good!

Seeing the palm wind and the ghostly steps beneath his feet, Daoist Master Dao-ling also stopped looking down on them and immediately closed his feet. Frowning, he pinched the roots of his four fingers with his thumb.

With his thumb at the base of his ring finger, Daoist Master Dao Ling placed one finger in my palm. In an instant, a neither hot nor cold stream of air entered my palm and entered my body, dispelling the wave of energy. After doing so, a scorching heat gradually appeared in my palm, pushing my horsepower to its maximum as I forcibly took a step forward.

After a long while, a drop of mixed mud sweat appeared on the forehead of Daoist Master Dao-Ling, causing his frown to deepen. He recited a spell, and with a tug of his finger, my body seemed to have been sucked dry. The Qi also dissipated, and the burning heat in my palm reached a freezing point in an instant.

After this move, Daoist Master Dao-Tomb no longer had a smile on his face. He let out a long breath and quickly walked in front of me. I thought he was going to attack again, so I immediately opened my mouth and prepared to hold it in.

The Daoist Master raised his hand and waved it. "Young man, don't be lucky. No one in this world can match the power of the Spirit Communication Technique. After you've released it in one breath, don't try to circulate it for a short period of time. Didn't your master teach you?" After saying that, Daoist Master Dao Tomb extended his hand to help me up.

I took a few breaths and didn't feel any strange. I still had to thank the old man for showing mercy. I gently shook my head. "To be honest, I really don't have a teacher. I only learned from reading a book."

After looking at me for a long time, he rolled his eyes and said, "Humph, forget it. Boy, I'll give you a word of advice, the Spirit Communication Technique is not something you can use. There is no shortcut, but you can mix your various techniques together. In the end, the one who is out of luck is you!"

Hearing the Dao Tomb's tone, it seemed as if it wasn't lying to me. I listened to it and believed it, "Dare I ask, Spiritual Master, how did you learn the Superclass of our Spirit Sect?"

Adept Dao-Tomb embarrassedly smiled at me. "Hey! I only knew how to memorize what was true and what was false, and I also heard what my teacher Zhao Wuchen told me. Back then, my teacher boasted that there was no rival in the world, and he lost to a Spirit Master in his later years. With just two moves, he had beaten my teacher to the point where he had no power to resist. So it's the Superclass of Spirit Communication Techniques. "

Suddenly, Daoist Master Dao-Tomb changed the subject and stuck to me, "Big Brother, there's something I need to discuss with you. About that …" The Ghost! Is the primordial spirit in some Badan Desert thing? Hm? I know, I know, I'll tell you how to break it! En … How about you teach me the Spirit Communication Technique? If it's really no good, then I'll acknowledge you as my master. "

My indecent attitude left me helpless. Initially, I became brothers with him, then I called him a child, and now you want to acknowledge me as your teacher? What kind of freaking generation is this?