Urban Dungeon: This world is in danger

[Countdown - 6 days]

The killers, the carrier pigeons released, one of them turned several times and came to a Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is not large.

The host is an old Taoist priest in his fifties.

He had a white beard and was skinny.

When he saw the letter in the carrier pigeon, he lamented

, "Poor Dao wanted

to be a good man!" "Why do you always make my hands bloody?"

He took out a roll of tiger skin from under the bed

, and said to the Taoist boy, "Go out to do something for the teacher!" "

I'll be back in ten days and a half months

!" "If I don't come back, you will overturn the idol and take the things below!"

The old Taoist priest left.

As soon as he went out, Dao Tong sneered:

"Old thing, do you think I don't know that you are a stranger?"

"When you killed my whole family, I wanted to do everything I could to get close to you!"

"You must have hidden secrets under the statue. "

Wait for me to take away the cheats, practice the work, and kill you sooner or later!" Dao

Tong overturned the idol.

Sure enough, there's a box underneath.

He opened the box, and inside was a scroll of scriptures.

However

, before the Taoist boy could read the scriptures, a colorful tiger jumped in.

The

tiger roared and swallowed the little Taoist priest in one gulp.

Then, the tiger rolled on the ground and turned into an old Taoist priest.

"It's a good thing I forgot something, otherwise, if you really learn the skill, you evil beast, you will definitely kill me. The

old Taoist priest took the scriptures in his arms, put on a tiger skin, rolled around, turned into a tiger, and left the Taoist temple.

He was good at tracking and first found Tang Wuming's clothes.

Then he crossed the mountains and mountains to track down Tang's nameless breath.

On the first day,

he pursued five hundred miles.

"It's not far from them!"

"I'll be able to catch up with them at noon." "

[Countdown to return - 5 days]

The royal power is only three hundred miles away from the imperial capital.

This little road may not seem long, but it is the most dangerous.

Because:

there are no mountains and forests here.

Some are endless plains.

The risk of exposure increases dramatically by losing the trail of mountains and forests.

Wang Quan first borrowed a few clothes from the village at the foot of the mountain for Tang Wuming to change into.

He wore a coat and hat, and went to a prosperous town to hire an ox cart to haul some grain and set off.

Tang Wuming said:

"We can't hide it like this.

Wang Quan smiled: "Hide it for a while."

Tang was nameless and silent.

He curled up in the grain pile and wrote again.

He writes about reforms.

"If I die, you will find a bookstore to print what I have written and pass it on to future generations.

Wang Quan smiled and said

, "I'm dead, you can't die!"

Tang Wuming was moved.

The ox cart creaked forward, not fast.

However, the royal power does not care.

Because:

this is only 300 miles away from the imperial capital.

He had five days left.

"I hope you have a safe journey!" he

was bored, researching the curiosity - the folding fan.

After a few days of research, he found that

there were mysterious patterns on the folding fan.

He once asked Tang to write and study anonymously, but as a result, nothing could be studied.

"After so many years of books, I read it in vain.

Although he did not study the mystery of the pattern, he found that the

folding fan was strong.

Fire and water are invulnerable.

No matter how much a knife or an axe or a chisel, it can't hurt it for half a point.

"I don't know if this treasure will be given to me after I return, or if it will be taken away by the imprint. "

.....

At noon, like an ordinary old farmer, he ate the coarsest dry food and drank the worst tea in the roadside teahouse.

Then hit the road again.

Crunch,

crunch,

bullock cart on the road again.

However, it didn't take long for him to feel uneasy.

He turned his head and saw an old Taoist priest.

This old Taoist priest carried a tattered long banner and a roll of tiger skin on his back.

The old Taoist priest grinned, and quickly caught up with him:

"Little brother, go so fast, are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Tang Wuming put down the pen and paper and hid the things in the grain pile.

Wang Quan jumped out of the ox cart, stroked the knife with both hands and said,

"You want to kill me?"

The old Taoist priest laughed: "I won't kill you."

"You go away.

"I'll eat Tang Wuming

!" "But don't worry, I'll leave his head as a proof

!" Wang Quan pulled out his double knives, dragged the ground with both knives, and walked towards the old Taoist priest step by step:

"Old man, you are so old, you should lie in bed and wait for death!"

"Why come out and toss again?"

"By the way, we hide it so well, how do you know?".

The old Taoist priest said quietly:

"I am only in my sixties, and I am still young

!" "If you die, I can't die!" As

he spoke, he suddenly pulled off the tiger skin and wrapped it around his body, and then rolled around.

A

colorful tiger pounced on the king.

With this pounce, most warriors will lose their minds because of the sudden appearance of the tiger.

Then he bit off his neck and swallowed it again.

The king was terrified.

However, there is no mess up.

Skill--Trick-Three Knife Streams!Two

brilliant sword lights swept through the tiger's head.

The third sword light quietly cut through the tiger's abdomen.

Two

swords of light exploded.

The double knife slashed the tiger's head, but was smashed by the tiger's head.

The power of terror spread to his arms along the shattered long knife.

The terrible force tore the sleeves of his shirt, leaving deep traces of blood on his arms.

At the same time:

the third sword light slashed through the tiger's belly: stab

!

Bang!

Tiger claws slap the king's power.

Before he could hit the ground, the tiger pounced again.

Open your mouth to bite him on the head.

The king bowed his head.

The tiger slammed into the hat.

The

tiger bit again, and its eyes showed endless cruelty and tyranny.

King's eye shrinks.

Unarmed, how can he resist?

The next second:

he thought of folding the fan.

He

pulled out a folding fan and placed it above his head.

Click!

The folding fan supports the tiger's mouth.

The tiger that the old Taoist priest turned into had a hint of mockery in his eyes:

the tiger he turned into had been tempered for forty years.

Invulnerable, invulnerable, invulnerable, injurious to fire and water, and able to swallow gold and iron.

Just a fan, bite it off casually, and eat it along the way.

Click!

Hey.... Why didn't you close it?

The

folding fan in his mouth pierced his upper and lower jaws.

"It's so hard...."The

old Taoist priest sensed that something was wrong, and waved his tiger claws, trying to get the fan out.

Wang Quan took the opportunity and turned over and jumped on him.

Punch

, bang,

punch the tiger on the head.

With thousands of pounds of strength, the head of the tiger climbed to the ground.

Go on

!bang!bang!

bang!bang!

punch

after punch.

The tiger's head was hit hard, and the upper and lower jaws kept closing.

The folding fan in the mouth is getting deeper and deeper.

The tiger wailed.

Frantically struggling and rolling.

And yet:

the royal power does not stop at all.

Punch

the fist, swing

the fist again,

click the fan and pierce the tiger's head.

[You kill an Inhuman, and your score is greatly increased!].