The most surprising thing is that after the scribe's identification, those outstanding accessories, two strings and a set of string pillars, actually seem to be made of black Wujiao's body parts. If this identification is true, it also means that there may be the same guqin, and together they can make a complete set of guqins refined by Hei Wujiao.

The middle-aged scribe looked at the tall young man with blank eyes, hoping that he would be able to take out another harp. This guy is a music fan and piano addict, in less than half a day, he actually saw three identical guqins, and it is very likely that he can make up a set of more advanced guqins, he has long forgotten his situation at the moment, and his heart is itching, just waiting for the tall young man to come up with something.

The tall young man already had a number in his heart, but he was also brought up by the discovery of the three guqins in his heart, and when he saw the appearance of the middle-aged scribe, he couldn't help but shout in a low voice: "No, I only have these three qins on me." ”

After speaking, he felt that he should not be so polite to a prisoner of the ranks, and his face instantly returned to his normal coldness. After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, he suddenly quickly put away the three guqins, and then nodded at the short man behind him.

The short man did not hesitate to move, and slashed down with a sword, and the middle-aged scribe's body was in a different place. Until the time when the flying sword reached his body, he still couldn't believe that the two people who were as happy and kind as him just now would be so ruthless.

It's a pity that the tall and short didn't give him a chance to live from the beginning. Now that they have known that there is a problem with one of the accessories in the guqin, as long as the qin is in their hands, they can find the abnormal part without the need for a middle-aged scribe. Since the middle-aged scribe is useless. What are you going to do with that, waiting for him to divulge the secret?

Whew, a burst of fire rose from the middle-aged scribe. Engulfed the body of the middle-aged scribe entirely. And the magic weapon Qiankun bag on the scribe's body has naturally gone into the hands of the short young man. I can use the thing which I can use with a slight makeover. If you can't use it, just find a suitable time and place to destroy it, and everything will be perfect, and there will be no trace of the appearance of middle-aged scribes.

Yang Chen was almost a hundred miles away, tracking the location of this middle-aged scribe from a distance. Suddenly, after a shock from the Divine Sense Mark he left behind, he automatically returned to Yang Chen's Sea of Consciousness. Yang Chen suddenly realized that something had happened to the middle-aged scribe.

Yang Chen didn't want to lose the clue of the guqin, this was a divine sense that could consume himself. It's a good thing to be able to get a powerful bodyguard, and Yang Chen can't allow anyone to destroy it. Without saying a word, he summoned the shuttle and immediately flew towards the location where the divine consciousness mark was just now.

The distance of a hundred miles, for Yang Chen, is just a moment, and it will be there in a blink of an eye. The protective magic circle arranged by the middle-aged scribe was still there, and Yang Chen casually put away the shuttle, and then began to observe it carefully. Not for a while. Yang Chen knew what kind of magic circle this was, found a direction, and slowly walked in.

After a few steps, a sword light slashed at the head. Two young men, tall and short. Before he could completely burn the body of the middle-aged scribe, Yang Chen had already arrived. The speed was too fast, and it was unexpected for the two. What we can do now is to kill all the people we accidentally bump into. to cover up their secrets.

Seeing that it was a descendant of a person who was an immortal Sanpin, the tall and short two of them didn't care at all. Middle-aged scribes at the dignified immortal level are not their opponents, and a junior is even less of a problem. The tall man didn't even have the intention of making a move, leaving everything to the short one, he just had to wait and see the results.

Brush, the shining sword light flashed away, and suddenly stopped when it was about to approach Yang Chen. The sharp blade was directly grasped by Yang Chen's left hand, and it stopped in the air, never allowing an inch to enter.

Immediately after, Yang Chen's right hand was picked up, and in Yang Chen's hand, the Immortal Slashing Knife flashed out a burst of sword light that was even brighter than the sword light just now, and along the direction of the sword light, it slashed sideways fiercely.

The blade of the Immortal Slashing Knife instantly became extremely long, and any object blocking the blade of the Immortal Slashing Knife was all cut into two pieces with one sword.

The tall man was more vigilant, and as soon as he found out that his companion's flying sword was not making a contribution, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Seeing the flash of the knife, he didn't want to squat directly to let the knife light go. The blade of the Immortal Slashing Knife slashed not far above his head, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Short people are not as vigilant as tall people, and there is no intention of dodging at all. A little junior took the sword he had at hand, and he actually dared to fight back, really thinking of himself as a character? Such a guy who doesn't know the height of the sky is just giving a lesson that he will never forget. Of course, whether or not you can learn a lesson in the future is two different things.

The sword light of the Immortal Slashing Knife only flashed for a moment, and it also never appeared again. The short man snorted coldly, turned his head to look at his embarrassed-looking companion, and was a little disapproving. His companion is really making a fuss, such a tiger attack, but also to make that kind of dodging action regardless of identity?

Immediately afterward, the short man saw the frightened look in the eyes of his tall companion, and was stunned for a moment, could it be that there was another attack? But the kid who entered the formation was obviously still a hundred feet away, and there was no other movement, how could this be?

The short man, who was puzzled, suddenly felt an itch on the top of his head, as if something was running down his scalp. He hadn't felt this sweaty feeling for at least hundreds of years, but how could he sweat at this time?

I wiped it casually, and there was a sticky feeling on my hand for a while. It wasn't sweat, along with the stickiness of the fingers, there was a faint smell of blood. This kind of smell is not unfamiliar to the short man, he has just killed the middle-aged scribe with a sword, and the blood on the ground has not been completely disposed of.

But immediately the short man realized something, and understood how his companion could have such a frightened expression. The viscous liquid that you touch with your fingers is blood, it's your own blood!

How could it be? I clearly didn't even notice that I was being attacked, how could there be blood flowing out? As soon as this thought appeared, a sharp pain came from the top of his head, and the short man just snorted, and fell into the boundless darkness.

In the eyes of the tall man, after the short companion received the knife, a faint line of blood appeared above the eyebrows, and more and more blood flowed from his companion's head. And the most terrifying thing is that in this case, his companion even turned his head to look at him, reached out and wiped the blood on his head. (To be continued......)