The figure of the young man in the white horse in the dark clothes was extremely eye-catching.

When I arrived at the front floor of the mansion, a servant had already met him, nodded and bowed, "Young Master, are you here to find Butler Yu?"

The road to travel to the sky is exactly.

He turned over and dismounted and handed over the reins.

The servant turned his head and shouted, "Go and report quickly", and led the horse to the side and tied it up.

The Yu Mansion was built no different from ordinary rich people in the countryside. Only a huge stone tablet nearly two meters was erected on the left side of the floor. The edge was carved with dragon-patterned tiger heads, and six large characters were engraved on the front: Shi Gandang, to suppress hundreds of ghosts.

Xin Tianyou didn't wait for the people inside to come to greet him, so he walked straight up the steps and stepped into the gate.

When I entered the door, I saw a screen wall painted with the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea. It happened that a white and fat middle-aged man with two rat whiskers rushed over with two servants, and bowed with a smile:

"I am Yu Fu, I wonder what the young master is asking me for?"

Xin Tianyou is not here to make friends, and he doesn't want to waste time. He hit the guy with a big mouth and turned around twice, shouting:

"Call out the elm-wood lumps."

Monk Yu Fuzhang Er was confused and covered half of his face that was swollen into pig liver, and said in a furious manner:

"Call me!"

It was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and more than a dozen big-sleeved men with round waists suddenly rushed out from both sides, holding sticks. In order to prevent villagers from causing trouble, Yu Fu hired a lot of guards. Yu Geda didn't need it, he needed it.

But those people were almost as good as paper for Xin Tianyou. They didn't take any heavy measures at the moment. They grabbed one and threw it out the door, like throwing it away.

plop, plop, plop...

Ouch, ouch, ouch...

There were so many ghosts and wolves howling.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yu Fu retreated and ran wildly along the chasing veranda, passing through the hanging flower gate and entering the backyard.

In front of the main house, an octagonal stone house stands indiscriminately.

The whole body is tightly slit and there are no windows.

Xin Tianyou has seen such a building in the book and knows that it is the place where monks sit and realize the truth, called Guaju.

The shape is like the Bagua to gather the vitality of heaven and earth. Just as humans 10,000 years ago believed that the shape of a pyramid can gather the energy of the universe. Not opening windows is not only for sound insulation, but also for the purpose of not allowing the precious spiritual energy to overflow and scatter when absorbing spirit stones.

There are two large tanks on both sides of the door, called Menhai, for fire extinguishing.

Yu Fu looked back and saw that no one was there, slowed down and walked to the stone house, gently knocked on the copper ring on the iron door three times, and shouted: "Uncle, uncle, it's amazing..."

"What's the matter panic?"

An old sound came from the door, because the barrier seemed heavy and vague.

OK...

The iron door is open.

When you come out of the darkness and see the light at first, no one's pupils will shrink involuntarily. At the moment when the light and darkness change, you can't see clearly. A monk is also a human being, no exception.

Yu Geda only had time to blink once, and his chest was covered with a scattered palm, flying backwards and hitting the thick stone wall.

boom……

The stone house trembled violently.

Xintianyou stepped into the house in one step and did not launch an attack as planned.

The moment the door opened, it was determined that this person had reached the eighth level of Tongyou. He was afraid of killing him, so he immediately turned his fist into a palm and retracted half of his strength.

After all, a living ancestor of the Yu family is more useful than a dead lump of elm.

When a monk judges the realm, he usually depends on the surging aura and fluctuations of magic power. However, the other party may practice secret techniques or use magic weapons. In short, there is a way to block the aura, which may not be accurate. Xin Tianyou abandoned these external appearances and directly sensed the energy contained in the other party's body, and never made any mistakes.

He had a great eye, and with the faint light leaking from the door, he could see the dark room at a glance.

The old man, in the shape of a "big" shape, slid down from the surface of the stone wall, coughed violently, shook his arms, and thick smoke sprayed out from his cuffs.

Xintianyou remained motionless.

Tsk, the other party was not only a low-level fire monk, but also had very little combat experience. After being attacked, he didn't leave the place immediately, but even coughed twice to report the direction. It was a hammer.

In an instant, thick smoke filled the air, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

The man sat cross-legged, shook his arms and found a piece of talisman paper, injected magic power, and silently recited with his lips.

The talisman paper gradually brightened. After counting breaths, a small red bird flew out of the air, shooting at the big thorns like an arrow to block the door, and the boy standing upright like a demon god.

Xin Tianyou's eyes widened and his vigilance became loud.

This is unscientific!

Logically, the mage of Tongyou Realm can only fireballs, like a Taoist Sha. Even if he is given a piece of talisman paper for the consecration of the realm, it will not be able to move due to the lack of corresponding magic power.

Like the fire control technique, only above the immortal master can change red birds, parrots, fire crows, vermilion birds and other objects. The higher the realm, the higher the level of the spiritual objects that are transformed into. It is said that immortals and Buddhas can transform into the magical birds, phoenixes, spew out Samadhi true fire, and have the ability to destroy the sky and the earth.

Could it be that elm-wood lumps pretend to be pigs and eat tigers?

In a moment of thought, the little red bird flew in front of him.

Xin Tianyou did not dodge, so he raised his hand and grabbed it. He wanted to see what power this bird has.

Moreover, his body can absorb heat energy, and anything that radiates heat is equivalent to nourishing nutritional supplements for him. Isn’t it a pity if it is wasted?

call……

The red bird shook its wings, and the heat waves blew.

The palm was filled with needles and pain, Xin Tianyou quickly retracted half a foot. After using his skills, a cold green air came out of the palm and ran into it.

It's so dangerous, my skin almost got burned!

In theory, as long as it is given a sufficient time, it can absorb all the heat from an active volcano. Just like an ant spends decades, it can completely chew an elephant.

But suddenly there was a huge heat, which made the skin unable to bear it.

When he was in Yunshan, he was thrown into a big pot by his master's messenger and cooked. Xin Tianyou always jumped out without waiting for the water to boil, afraid that the protein on the body would condense.

Of course, it’s okay not to jump out. Then you have to consume energy and use your power to resist, and there is no need.

The red bird was wrapped in blue gas, and its speed slowed down. In the blink of an eye, the green gas evaporated completely, but its body was thinner.

Xin Tianyou sneered, and his retracted hand stretched forward again. The green air suddenly filled, and he held the little red bird transformed into flames in his palm. The birds clashed violently, but their agile five fingers opened and closed like playing the pipa, closed and opened, and never let go.

Yu Geda stood up, his eyes were bulging, and his expression seemed to be like a ghost.

I'm stupid and don't move, and I've really become a lump of wood.

He couldn't see the details of the lightning, and only saw the boy reaching out and grabbing the flames. He seemed to be strolling in the garden and picking a flower casually.

After ten breaths, the red light disappeared.

The boy spread his palms as white as jade.

The old man's throat chuckled, and he hurriedly bowed and said:

"Yu Geda, a fire-working Taoist of Xiaoshui Sword Sect, please see Shangzun. I only left the mountain gate last month and have never made friends with Taoists from all walks of life, and I don't know where to offend..."

Xintian has fun.

Damn, it turns out that this guy has been burning in the mountain gate for 30 years, and he has a false alarm. No wonder his face is darker than himself, he is purely smoked. He only did one thing in 30 years, and the iron rod has been ground into a needle. Can it be bad to control the fire?

Although he surrendered, he should not let him go.
Chapter completed!