While the sheep herding man spoke, he had already rushed to the front of the middle-aged Taoist, and his right fist was struck, directly taking the head of the middle-aged Taoist Liuyang.

The middle-aged Taoist lowered his head to avoid it, broke the sword in his hand, shook his wrist and held it back, and cut the lower abdomen of the sheep man.

The middle-aged Taoist made an unusually fast move, and the sheep-herding man's moves were old, and he could not avoid it, and the broken sword swung through his lower abdomen.

Wu Zhongyuan saw it clearly, and instantly gasped, it's over, it's over, it's over, and it was disemboweled.

The middle-aged Taoist might have thought the same way, but he soon suspected that the sword might not have worked, because the attack of the sheep herding man was still fierce and did not seem to be affected.

Just as Wu Zhongyuan was nervously watching the battle, the emaciated man said coldly from the side, "Token." ”

Wu Zhongyuan reached into his arms, took out a white jade from the inner pocket of his clothes, and held it in the palm of his hand.

The emaciated man reached out to take it, and Wu Zhongyuan hurriedly took the jade back, "Who are you?"

Wu Zhongyuan's question not only made the thin man frown, but even Zhao Ying on the side frowned, the actions of these two middle-aged men have already shown that they are friends and not enemies, since Wu Zhongyuan still doesn't believe them.

"It depends on who you are?" said the emaciated man's tone was grim.

As soon as the emaciated man's words fell, Wu Zhongyuan slowly stretched out his right hand, and at the same time opened his palm.

Zhao Ying was standing next to Wu Zhongyuan, and when she saw this, she hurriedly pointed her gun at the emaciated man, because she noticed that Wu Zhongyuan's hand was not voluntary, but a move made under the compulsion of an invisible force.

The emaciated man glanced at Zhao Ying and reached out to take the white jade in Wu Zhongyuan's hand.

The jade was taken away, Wu Zhongyuan regained his freedom, and eagerly withdrew his hand, moving the five fingers of his right hand in surprise.

The emaciated man took the jade, held it in his palm, closed his eyes and concentrated on it.

At the same time, the fight between the sheep herder and the middle-aged Taoist continued, and at this time, the middle-aged Taoist had already thrown away the broken sword in his hand and met the sheep-herding man's fists with both palms. And the sheep herder also ripped off the Tibetan robe that was cut by the broken sword, shouted and exerted force, and fought hand-to-hand with the middle-aged Taoist.

This person's horizontal practice kung fu is really good, the middle-aged Daoist's previous disemboweling sword did not cause any damage to him, and the muscular abdomen did not even leave a blood mark.

Horizontal practice of kung fu is a kind of hard qigong, which can not only be used to strengthen defense, but also to attack strongly.

Although the middle-aged Taoist did not have the terrifying strength of the sheep herding man, he had an amazing speed that the sheep herding man did not have, and every time the sheep herding man attacked with all his strength, he calmly avoided and counterattacked.

But although he was incredibly fast and had a strange body, he did not have an advantage, because his strength was insufficient, and the counterattack after dodging was not enough to severely damage the sheep herder.

After a while, the emaciated man opened his eyes and handed the jade in his hand to Wu Zhongyuan, "Who asked you to come here?"

Wu Zhongyuan took the jade, "A clansman who came to look for me. ”

"Do you know what his name is?" asked the emaciated man.

"I know, his name is Wu Chai. Wu Zhongyuan said.

Wu Zhongyuan finished speaking, and the emaciated man took out an old sheepskin from his bosom, and the sheepskin was written all over Tibetan, which was written horizontally, with two columns of characters in each line, and the left and right sides were symmetrical.

Seeing him like this, Wu Zhongyuan immediately understood what this person was looking for, his tribe sent many people to look for him in different eras, and the names of the clansmen who went to different ages should be recorded on this sheepskin, which was also another basis for the other party to determine his identity.

"Don't look at this, I have tattoos. Wu Zhongyuan said eagerly.

"Tattoos?" the emaciated man's expression was not surprised, but confused.

"I have a golden dragon tattoo. Wu Zhongyuan unbuttoned his shirt and showed the tattoo on his chest to the emaciated man.

I don't know if the little wizard didn't know that he had such a tattoo, or if the little wizard didn't pass on this clue, although the thin man saw the tattoo on Wu Zhongyuan's chest, he looked very confused, and after frowning, he continued to look at the sheepskin in his hand.

"Senior brother, hurry up, he's looking for my cover door. The roar of the sheep herder came from the left.

The emaciated man heard the shouts of the sheep herder, but instead of immediately going to help, he continued to look down on the sheepskin.

Wu Zhongyuan couldn't read the Tibetan script, but the appearance of this sheepskin invisibly revealed another information, that is, the little wizard had woken up, even if this sheepskin was not written by him himself, it must have been written under his dictation, because no one else knew the names of those who were sent to find him except the little wizard.

"Found it!" The emaciated man suddenly raised his head, this person was deep in the city, and his joy and anger were invisible, but at this time, he could not suppress the excitement in his heart, "After waiting for so many years, we finally let us wait." ”

Before Wu Zhongyuan could answer, the emaciated man had already put away his sheepskin and shouted at the sheep herder, "Senior brother, it's him." ”

The sheep herding man fought for a long time without results, and was a little annoyed, and when he heard the thin man's words, his spirits were greatly lifted, and he shouted excitedly, "Good!"

The emaciated man took a few steps forward, blocking in front of Wu Zhongyuan and Zhao Ying, stretching his arms, and chanting words in his mouth.

Wu Zhongyuan couldn't understand what kind of mantra this person was reciting, but he knew that it was definitely not Tibetan, because the mantra recited by this person was very similar to some of Wu Chai's pronunciation.

After more than ten seconds, the effect of the spell began to appear, and the speed of the sheepherder's move was greatly accelerated, and he couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes before, and at this time, it was already very difficult for the opponent to dodge.

But after looking closely, I found that it was not that the speed of the sheepherder's attack had accelerated, but that the speed of the middle-aged Daoist's dodge had slowed down, and his movement was no longer fast and smooth, as if he was restrained by some invisible force.

The middle-aged Taoist priest knew that the emaciated man was secretly affected, and after a few rounds, he avoided an elbow blow from the sheep herding man, kicked a piece of gravel, and smashed it into the emaciated man who was chanting the mantra.

Seeing the rubble flying, the emaciated man had to turn sideways to avoid it, and as soon as his body moved, the spell paused, and the spell became invalid.

At this time, the sheep herding man turned around to attack again, and the middle-aged Taoist twisted his feet and kicked the sheep herding man back, and at the same time, with the power of recoil, rushed towards the emaciated man.

Seeing the other party rushing towards him, the emaciated man retreated with his right foot and defended himself.

But this person's martial arts seem to be ordinary, the posture has not yet been opened, the right palm of the middle-aged Taoist has already attacked, and the emaciated man can't prevent it, so he is sturdy, unsteady on his feet, and staggers back.

The middle-aged Taoist priest succeeded in one blow, and did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue, but pulled out the dagger on his waist and swung Wu Zhongyuan's throat back.

Wu Zhongyuan subconsciously retreated and dodged, Zhao Ying took the opportunity to shoot, because it was a close-range shot, and the middle-aged Taoist was eager to kill Wu Zhongyuan and did not dodge, this shot directly hit his left rib.

People who have never been shot will underestimate the power of the bullet, this middle-aged Taoist priest must not have been shot either, he underestimated the huge impact of the bullet, after being shot by the bullet, his body tilted, the dagger lost its head, and slashed in front of Wu Zhongyuan's neck, only missing Wu Zhongyuan's throat.

Since he fired a shot, Zhao Ying would not have fired only one shot, one shot followed by another shot, and the second shot also hit the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest supported the ground with one arm, rebounded and got up, and without waiting for him to stand upright, Zhao Ying shot again, firing left and right in succession, shooting one after another, and all the bullets fired hit the middle-aged Taoist priest, without any deviation.

The pistols were limited, and after a few seconds, all the two pistols were empty, and the middle-aged Taoist priest was still standing in place, his robe was full of bullet holes, but no blood was flowing out.

It was not only Wu Zhongyuan and Zhao Ying who were shocked, but even the sheep herding man who rushed to the front and the emaciated man who regained his footing were also dumbfounded, no one could stand still under so many shots, and there was no fierce smile on his face.

After a short period of astonishment, the sheep herder was the first to react, roaring forward and swinging his arms and punching.

The middle-aged Taoist priest did not move left and right this time, but stepped on the ground and jumped into the air.

According to the theory of gravitation, as long as you don't pass through the atmosphere, no matter how high you jump, you will eventually fall back to the ground, but after the middle-aged Taoist priest jumped, he hovered in the air and did not fall exhausted.

While the two looked up, the sheep herder and the emaciated man came over and blocked the two of them.

"I didn't expect there to be such a master now," the thin man frowned, "where did this person come from?"

"Senior brother, what is this guy doing?" asked the sheep herder.

"Recite the mantra. The emaciated man's tone was very affirmative.

"You can't sit still, you quickly harness the thunder and hit him down. The sheep herder said.

The emaciated man nodded, stretched out his arms, and closed his eyes.

The sheep herder stepped forward sideways to protect him.

Wu Zhongyuan and Zhao Ying both wanted to do something at this time, but the masters were fighting, and there was no room for them to interfere.

At this time, the middle-aged Taoist priest was about 20 meters above the ground, his left hand pinched the trick and probed out, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were against the right temple, and there were words in his mouth. But unlike the mantra recited by the emaciated man, the mantra recited by this man seemed to be very short, with only a few syllables, and was repeated at a rapid pace.

The duration of the spell's effect varied, and this time the emaciated man had been chanting the mantra, but there was no lightning flash, but the wind gradually increased, and dark clouds faintly gathered in the sky.

"What spell is he going to cast?" Zhao Ying asked in a low voice.

Wu Zhongyuan shook his head, when the master was alive, he only taught the two of them superficial martial arts, and he didn't know anything about spells.

As time passed, the dark clouds above became thicker and thicker, obscuring the cold moonlight.

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest in the sky suddenly moved, shrugged his shoulders and raised his arms, shattering all the clothes he was wearing, leaving only the pants to cover his faces, and at the same time, a purple light flew from the eastern sky......