Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class

As a veteran head descender, Songpa also mastered a secret technique-spirit control.

Simply put, it can control the dead.

For a time, the upper body and lower body of those who were beaten in two by Lao Lu were re-bonded together.

Although it doesn't look very coordinated, the body is back to completeness.

They stood up slowly, showing their teeth and claws, roaring like wild beasts.

The way they look now is not much different from the zombies in zombie movies.

After they smelled the smell of the three of Lu Yuhua, they rushed over.

The three of Lu Yuhua were surprised when they saw this scene.

"What kind of magic is this?" Lao Liu said with wide eyes.

"Whatever magic trick he does, it's over." Old Lu said to himself.

Soon, those people who looked like zombies came to the three of Lu Yuhua.

They opened their mouths and jumped up.

Seeing this, Lao Lu strode forward, standing in front of Lu Yuhua and Lao Liu, then raised his palm and waved towards the enemy.

With just a bang, the powerful palm force was like a fast-moving truck, and the body of the person who was photographed burst apart like tofu dregs.

For a time, the minced meat flew and splattered everywhere, and the scene was extraordinarily bloody.

In just a few short breaths, these people who had come back from the ashes turned into a pile of muddy flesh, much worse than before.

"Old Lu, you are getting better and better. It's a pity not to go to the combat department." Lao Liu teased.

Old Lu smiled: "The head said, as long as you have enough energy for a few months, it is not impossible."

"So you are planning to study in the combat department!" Old Liu said.

"Well, when I get a little deeper into the practice of divination, I'll talk to the sect master." Old Lu said.

"Cultivation will be discussed later. The most important thing right now is to solve Songpa." Lu Yuhua said solemnly.

"Before we came, the headmaster explained that Songpa is a descendant.

Those few people just now should be some kind of witchcraft he used.

Since he is so cunning, we cannot take it lightly. "Lu Yuhua added.

"Understood!" Lao Lu and Lao Liu nodded seriously.

The entrance and exit of the underground garage are the same.

Opening the gate leading to the underground, a very pungent smell rushed out.

This is a poison gas created by Sompa using witchcraft.

If it is an ordinary person, take a breath, and if you don't send it to the doctor in time, there is a high probability that it will be gone.

But the three of Lu Yuhua are immortal cultivators. After the opening of the mountain gate and the baptism of the spiritual spring, their bodies have long been invulnerable to all poisons.

Although the poisonous gas produced by Songpa is powerful, it does not affect the cultivator at all except for the unpleasant smell.

There are three rooms in the basement, two of which have open doors, and some old sundries are stacked inside.

Only the innermost room is closed.

Judging from the tire prints on the ground, it should be the garage.

Sompa did not leave.

He knew that he was doomed today, so he simply fought, even if he died, he would have to get a quilt.

At this time, the garage was full of poisonous snakes and poisonous insects.

Ordinary people are bitten, and they will definitely return in a few minutes.

Songpa sat cross-legged in the midst of countless poisons. From the expression on his face, he was very calm, but his heart was very nervous.

After all, he was still afraid of death.

At this time, the rolling shutter door of the garage was kicked open by Lao Lu.

"Songpa, your time has come."

The three of Lu Yuhua walked in.

Songpa calmly picked up a recorder, puffed out his cheeks and blew it in.

next second,

The poison on the ground, as if stimulated by something, rushed to the three of Lu Yuhua like a tide.

Countless poisons are densely packed, like locusts passing through.

"The eagles are negative!" Lao Lu said disdainfully.

He stomped his foot, and the ground under his feet cracked, and it continued to spread.

The power of the stomping alone killed a large amount of poison, and then slapped it again, and three-quarters of the poison was gone.

Seeing this scene, even if Songpa expected such an outcome, he was also very shocked.

"Who the hell are they?" Sompa's mind was full of question marks.

After walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, he has seen many masters, even the martial arts masters, he is confident that he can kill them.

But the combat power shown by the three people in front of them is much stronger than the so-called martial arts masters.

He was quite sure that it must not be those enemies.

Because, if it is true, then he is long gone, why should he let himself live until now.

Therefore, Songpa couldn't figure out why those three people found him.

During contemplation, all the ghosts on the ground were wiped out.

Immediately, Lao Lu rushed over with a ruthless iron palm.

In the blink of an eye, Lao Lu came to Songpa.

Lao Lu didn't talk nonsense, he raised his palm and patted Songpa's head.

Sompa didn't dodge.

When his palm was about to fall on Songpa's head, a five- or six-year-old boy suddenly appeared in front of him.

The boy's facial features are cute, everyone loves him, and he has a pair of big innocent eyes, which makes people want to hug.

When Old Lu saw this, his expression changed in shock, and he instinctively put away his palms.

He didn't expect such a cute little boy to come out of the sky.

Looking at the boy's innocent face and clear eyes, Lao Lu suddenly let go of all his vigilance.

"Lao Lu, why are you standing there?" The voice came from Lao Liu.

In his field of vision, Lao Lu seemed to be cursed, his eyes staring blankly at the air in front of him, his eyes full of tenderness.

Lao Lu responded, "Lao Lu, Lao Liu, do you know how this little boy appeared?"

"Little boy?" Lao Lu and Lao Liu looked at each other, expressing surprise.

Because there is no one else in front of Lao Lu except Songpa.

So, what the hell is this little boy?

"Wait, Lao Lu, did he fall into Songpa's sorcery?"

Lu Yuhua's face changed suddenly, and he immediately shouted, "Old Lu, come back soon!"

This roar suddenly woke Lao Lu.

He also realized this.

The little boy in front of him was no longer pure, but became extremely sinister and terrifying.

On that Songpa's face, there was a wicked smile that seemed to have succeeded in a conspiracy.

There was a pistol in his hand.

The muzzle of the gun was facing Lao Lu's eyebrows, almost sticking to his forehead.

Judging from Lao Lu's reaction at the fourth stage of Qi Refining, he must be unable to escape.

In addition, although the physique of the cultivator is beyond the mortal, but the cultivation base has not reached a certain level, and there is no advance defense, hot weapons can threaten the life of the cultivator.

At this time, Songpa did not give Lao Lu any chance.

Make a decisive decision, and immediately depress the trigger.

He felt that he could solve one person, and it was worth dying.

For a time, he was not as nervous as before, and became very relieved.

"Old Lu!"

"Old Lu!"

Lu Yuhua and Lao Liu screamed wildly the moment they saw Songpa depressing the trigger.

The bullet came out smoothly, but it didn't hit Lao Lu's body.

The defensive barrier set up by Qin Chuan took effect at this moment.

The bullet hit the defensive barrier, and after stagnating for a while, it turned into a cloud of blue smoke.

Seeing this scene, Sompa was instantly dumbfounded.

And Lao Lu escaped from death, looking at Songpa in front of him, his killing intent was determined, he raised his palm and took the picture.

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