Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

The first is to look at the wealth of the royal power, which is somewhat extraordinary.

The two are both disciples of the One Daoist League, but the middle-aged Taoist is only a second-generation disciple.

"why?"

Wang Quanfugui did not reply, but his face returned to the indifferent cheek when he first went out of the city and beheaded the demon.

"What?" The middle-aged Taoist froze for a moment, didn't understand it.

"Except Demon Guardian Road, isn't it the duty of Yi Dao Dao League? Why do you want to collect benefits? You know that if you forcefully collect benefits, you will indirectly kill the people in this village."

"As a result, how are you different from the demon?" Wang Quanfu Gui asked lightly.

The middle-aged Taoist's complexion changed from blue to purple. This kind of thing is a common thing in rivers and lakes. Under that school, there is no point.

As for getting it on the bright side?

The monks, in this world, are superior!

"This little teacher, it's too much to say." The middle-aged Taoist snorted coldly, and put obvious displeasure on his face.

There was no reaction to seeing the king and the rich.

The middle-aged priest simply waved his hand and couldn't make up for such a trivial matter, not to mention that the other party could still control himself?

Despite the extraordinary temperament of the other party, after all, he is so young, he is also a second-generation disciple, just like himself.

"The village chief, do I need to say more in this way? One hundred or two, not less penny."

With that said, the middle-aged Taoist turned his head to the old village chief, with a cold look.

"Yes, I'll wait, so I'm going to prepare."

The old village head was cold and sweating. With his many years of experience in handling affairs, the patience of the Taoist was really worn out.

No more benefits for him, I am afraid that there will be blood in the village.

But one hundred or two!

The livelihood of the whole village adds up, and I do n’t know if I can get enough!

"stop."

Wang Quanfugui suddenly stopped the middle-aged Taoist, and there was a anger rising in his heart.

Except Demon Guardian Road, this idea he had received since childhood, has now become a forced transaction.

These monks who were the same as him were only willing to protect those who had paid the money.

Moreover, all these money were forcibly extorted.

He can't help but hesitate now. Was he regarded as a soldier of the Daomen, in order to protect the world from evil spirits, or to give these insatiable guys a better reason to blackmail money?

"Ghost, don't give your face shame, you are too wide!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was completely blown up.

"Tell you, although Lao Tzu is a member of a separated family, he is also a second-generation disciple, who provokes Lao Tzu to let you die in this mountain, and no one will know who did it!"

"Oh, Brother, why make yourself angry with a child." At this time, another young Taoist who had always looked at the joke coldly, finally spoke.

He thinks more than a middle-aged Taoist, and is more calm, and of course more greedy.

"I'll say it again, get out."

Wang Quanfugui, with a cold face, had pulled out his sword.

"Hahaha ~ What kind of genius should I be? It turned out to be a middle-class fairy sword, stinky boy, who are you showing it to!"

Seeing the fairy sword in the hands of the rich and powerful king, the stone at the heart of the middle-aged Taoist completely fell.

In the Yi Dao League, the quality of the fairy sword worn by a person indirectly represents that person's status.

For him, he has been in the Dao Dao League for decades, barely wearing the top grade sword.

"This little Taoist, don't, don't." The old village chief looked more anxious.

He also saw that perhaps the little Taoist in front of him was really different from what he had encountered before.

But what about that?

After all, the little priests are just passing guests, even if they drove away the two today and come back in the future, they will face even more fierce revenge.

Wang Quanfugui was shaken because even the old village chief was persuading him.

At this moment, a big hand was placed on the shoulders of Wang Quanfugui. Wang Quanfugui froze for a moment, turned his head to look, and quickly clenched his fists to salute.

"master."

"Do you understand now?" Chu Mo asked lightly.

Wang Quanfugui smiled bitterly and nodded, "Disciple understand, master, let's leave."

"You don't want to control?" Chu Mo asked.

"But ..." Wang Quanfugui hesitantly looked at the old village chief and others.

"Do you know why?"

Wang Quanfugui shook his head again.

"Because you can only manage for a while, not for a lifetime." Chu Mo smiled slightly, and his finger crossed the fairy sword in the hands of Wang Quanfugui.

"In the future, when I wait, I will be treated even worse in this village."

"Where is the demon road!" The middle-aged Taoist can't bear it anymore.

A little Taoist who didn't know life and death, and a young Taoist who was not a Daoist League, one or two, did not take him into his eyes.

"Let me follow the rules of Yi Dao League, and educate you well."

With that, the middle-aged Taoist felt from his arms, a bundle of rope was thrown out, and the French-Indian hands changed rapidly.

"Bundle of immortal locks!"

"Noisy." Chu Mo glanced and pointed like a sword, just waving it at random.

A sharp light was shot from the fingertips, and the bundle of fairy cords was easily shot, and Yu Wei continued to fly directly towards the throat of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Uh!"

A blood arrow flew out.

Many people didn't even respond. The figure of the middle-aged Taoist had fallen from the flying sword and smashed to the ground.

"you you you!"

Even though the young Taoist was calm in his mind, he panicked at the moment, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"You demon ... actually, dare to kill my disciple of Yi Dao Daomeng, you, you, do you know our Yi Dao Daomeng, on the rivers and lakes, what do you represent !!!

"The solution has been given to you by the teacher." Chu Mowang spoke to the king's wealth and faintly.

It was as if it was just a ant that had just been wiped out, and there was no trace of excitement.

Wang Quanfu Gui frowned and hesitated.

"But he's a Daoist League."

"You treat him like a man?" Chu Mo asked back.

Wang Quanfugui shook his head, lifted the middle grade fairy sword in his hand, and walked firmly towards the young Taoist.

"Less look down on people." The young priest looked grimacing and pulled out a fairy sword from his waist. He was also a top-grade fairy sword.

It can be seen that this person is also quite talented.

"If you want me to die, I'll kill you first!" The young Taoist shouted and rushed directly to the rich and powerful.

"Ding ~"

The fairy sword came out of the sheath, and a flash of sword light flashed through it, as fast as the wind and as anxious as thunder.

Wang Quanfugui wielded a sword without expression, and the strength of the two was not directly proportional.

The young Taoist had no chance of rebellion, Jianguang crossed his throat and blood spattered.

Scarlet blood spattered on King Quanfu's immature face, some pungent.

For the first time ... it was not the demon, but the man!

"Boom!"

The **** head rolled to the ground, Chu Mo smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, the king was rich, and he could never return to what he used to be.

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