It is for this reason that the evil demons are severely punished by the monks.
"Where did this booklet come from?" Chen Yang asked.
The storyteller shook his head, sighed, and said, "A year ago, these pamphlets inexplicably appeared in our Ku Teng Town and were scattered everywhere. Some people ignored them, while others inevitably had such thoughts. But in fact, even if they practiced according to the law, they were not very powerful."
Besides, how many ordinary people would dare to drink human blood?
Chen Yang pondered. A year ago? At that time, he had just left the Floating Cloud Sect not long ago.
I don't know if it's like this in other places.
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard footsteps around me.
But in fact, the sound was not loud, and Chen Yang heard it because of his keen hearing. He hurriedly pulled the storyteller back to a dark corner.
The storyteller was startled and became nervous when he saw Chen Yang's reaction, not daring to make a move.
After eating the steamed bun, Xiao Ma squatted down and looked at the sky with lifeless eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, two strong men appeared around.
One of them covered his mouth and nose and said, "It's so disgusting, this damn thing!"
"How unlucky I am to have to kill this guy!" said another person.
"Evil cultivator..." The man who covered his mouth and nose sneered coldly twice.
"It is said that the demon cultivators almost destroyed the alien continent a hundred years ago. Do you think it is possible?" the man said.
The person who covered his real mouth and nose just laughed, obviously thinking that this was a ridiculous joke.
Swish, one of them drew out a sword, walked slowly to the pony, and thrust the sword hard.
Ding! A sound rang out.
The sword in the man's hand flew away.
"Who!" he shouted and looked in the direction of Chen Yang.
"You bastard, how dare you stop us! Get out here and die!" he continued shouting.
Chen Yang gently pressed the storyteller's hand, meaning that he should continue to hide, and he walked out with a swagger.
He stood alone in front of the pony.
"Looking for death!" Two people, one with fists and the other with swords, attacked Chen Yang.
The jack of all trades Shuipi was undoubtedly no match for Chen Yang. He raised his hand slightly, and the two of them flew up and fell heavily to the ground.
"Foundation Establishment Stage?" Both of them looked terrified.
In Kuteng Town, there are not many cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
The person in front of me was obviously not a local.
The two men helped each other to stand up, turned around and ran away.
Chen Yang looked back at Xiao Ma, thought for a moment, took out a bottle of pills from his storage bag, took out one and handed it over.
That is the recovery pill that monks often take, and it can cure all kinds of diseases for ordinary people.
Xiao Ma looked at him steadily, as if he had known that he was not a bad person. He took the pill and swallowed it without saying a word.
In less than a quarter of an hour, all the pustules on his body and face had disappeared.
"It's amazing." The storyteller couldn't help but sigh.
"Is the person just now from Dragon Tiger Gate?" Chen Yang asked.
It seems that his mediocre kung fu is exactly the same as those of the people in the teahouse.
The storyteller nodded.
"They want to kill Xiao Ma. Alas, it's hard for him to survive even as a beggar."
Chen Yang looked at Xiao Ma: "What's your name?"
"Ma Tianyu." It turns out that Xiao Ma is not a mute.
Chen Yang stretched out his hand to him.
A hint of doubt appeared on Ma Tianyu's fair face, but he seemed to understand it quickly and stretched out his hand towards Chen Yang. Chen Yang pulled him towards an alley not far away.
As he walked, he asked the storyteller next to him, "Where does the sir live?"
"I have no fixed place to live, but I may have to find a place to hide." The storyteller sighed.
If we offend the Dragon Tiger Gate, tomorrow's meal money will become a problem.
"Since we have met, it is fate." Chen Yang took out a gold crystal and handed it to the storyteller.
The storyteller was suddenly startled and quickly waved his hands and shook his head: "No, no!"
"Take it, sir!" Chen Yang stuffed the golden crystal into the storyteller's sleeve.
Anyway, he still has a lot of these things, most of which were naturally given to him by Le Qing'er when he left the Qinglian Holy Land.
The storyteller stood there in a daze, staring at the departing backs of Chen Yang and Ma Tianyu, without moving for a long time.
It was late at night and Ku Teng Town fell into peace. There was not even a single pedestrian on the street.
Chen Yang came to an inn, asked for two upper rooms to accommodate Ma Tianyu, and slept in one room himself.
Although Chen Yang was resting, the Dragon and Tiger Gate was not so quiet at the moment. The leader of the Dragon and Tiger Gate, Zhang Wanghu, was just about to embrace his new beautiful bride for a night of love when his disciples started making noise.
Zhang Wanghu, who was sitting in the sect leader's seat, had a rather ugly expression on his face.
"Master, this is bad! A cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage has appeared in our town!"
Several disciples supported each other.
There were two groups of people, one from the teahouse and the other who went to kill Xiao Ma. After a pair of confessions, it was discovered that the person who injured them was the same person!
This person obviously doesn't take Dragon Tiger Gate seriously.
"A Foundation Establishment cultivator scared you like this, you idiots!" Zhang Wanghu scolded. "And you're even making a fuss over something like this! You bastards!"
One of the disciples said with a bitter face: "Only the master can deal with him."
Another disciple said, "Master, please avenge us!"
The noisy noise gave Zhang Wanghu a headache. He waved his hands and just wanted it to end quickly so that he could go back and make love with his beautiful bride.
"Okay, he will take care of it tomorrow when the house is released!" As he said this, he hurriedly got up from the throne and went into the inner room.
Zhang Zifang, Zhang Wanghu's godson, is a man who hates evil and is obsessed with spiritual practice. He often secludes himself for several months.
At such a young age, he has already reached the middle stage of foundation building, and is only one stage away from the sect leader. He is the most proud and respected figure in their Dragon Tiger Sect.
"Yeah, how could I forget, Senior Brother is coming out of seclusion!"
"Tomorrow is the day when Senior Brother comes out of seclusion!"
All the disciples said this, their faces showing joy, and they went back to sleep and recuperate.
The next day, just after dawn, Chen Yang felt something strange. He opened his eyes and found Ma Tianyu looking at him beside his bed.
"Why aren't you afraid of the evil cultivators?" Mai Tianyu asked when he saw him wake up.
"Why should I be afraid of evil cultivators?" Chen Yang raised his eyebrows, got up from the bed and prepared to wash up.
Ma Tianyu followed him: "Aren't you afraid of the people from Dragon Tiger Gate?"
"It's just the Dragon Tiger Gate, what's so scary about it?" Chen Yang said calmly.
"I... I am practicing according to the initial exploration of magic cultivation. I have magic energy in my body." Ma Tianyu hesitated.
I always feel that none of this is real.
The abscesses all over his body were healed, and the people from the Dragon Tiger Gate were also driven away by this man, and he seemed to be willing to protect himself...
Chen Yang looked back at him: "Try to punch me."
Ma Tianyu thought about it and punched Chen Yang with all his strength without hesitation.
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