Almost instantly, the fire in the room was lit.

Zhao Anse shrank and looked at the three people in front of him, his face was pale, and his voice trembled and said, "What are you going to do?"

The three of them were startled when they heard the voice at first, and each looked vigilant, but after seeing Zhao An like this, the young man in the lead showed a trace of doubt in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "You have completed the earth-level task?"

When Zhao An heard this, his face suddenly froze, and then his voice trembled, "Who are you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, honestly hand over the storage bag and spare your dog's life today. A big man beside the young man shouted angrily, "Don't think about playing tricks, you're just a casual cultivator who just came to the magic sect, and it's good for you to offend us!"

"Don't mess around, I've paid the protection fee!" Hearing the other party's unkind tone, Zhao An hurriedly took off a wooden card from his waist in a panic, revealing it to the three of them like revealing a talisman.

While speaking, Zhao An seemed to be afraid that the three of them would not be able to see clearly, and deliberately pushed the wooden card in his hand forward.

I don't know if the three words "protection fee" have a deterrent effect, the moment they saw the wooden card, the three of them glanced at each other, and a strange light flashed in their pupils.

"I'm afraid! If you don't leave, I'll call Wang Hu to teach you a lesson!" Seeing this, Zhao An thought it was effective, and immediately pretended to be fierce, and as he spoke, his footsteps moved towards the door.

Unexpectedly, before he could take two steps, the three of them suddenly burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao An asked puzzled.

"I'm so scared!" the young man smiled and said, then his face changed, and his eyes were fierce, "That Wang Hu is just a dog under my hands, I let him kneel and kneel, let him learn to bark if he is called! You dare to use him to press me." ”

At the moment when the young man spoke, the two people beside him suddenly rushed out at the same time, coming straight towards Zhao An, and then two sharp spiritual powers scattered out from the left and right, attacking Zhao An's body straight.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhao An looked frightened, but before he could react, a heavy spiritual power suddenly hit his chest, knocking him out far away.

At the moment when Zhao An was knocked away, the sound of the wind whistled in his ears, and Zhao An's right hand gently pinched in the cuff, I don't know what he pinched, and then the whole person fell heavily to the ground.

"Bang!"

Zhao An fell to the ground and made a sound, so it didn't count, the moment Zhao An fell, the young monk led by him shook his right hand slightly, and a talisman fluttered on the back of Zhao An's neck.

"Ahh

Zhao An spit out a mouthful of blood, pressed his neck stiffly, and screamed in cold sweat and pain on his face.

I don't know what that talisman is, as soon as it touched Zhao An's neck, it was like a plaster, tightly adsorbed on his flesh and blood.

The green tendons on Zhao An's aching forehead burst out, and a crackling sound came from Zhao An's body, and the hot pain instantly spread all over his body.

"This is Xuan Yangwei's newly refined prisoner talisman recently, I have never used it since I got it back, and today I just want to borrow it from you to try the power. The young monk at the head had a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.

"If you want the spirit stone, just take it away, why do you have to be so vicious!"

Zhao An was heartbroken in pain, his hands tightly dragged the talisman, rolled on the ground, and asked through gritted teeth.

"If you are acquainted and hand over the spirit stone early, you will naturally not suffer from this flesh and skin, and you will not eat and drink in the toast. One of the big men walked towards Zhao An triumphantly, looking greedily at Zhao An's storage bag,

"With your ability to complete the task of the word level, I really don't know what kind of shit luck you have taken. ”

"Don't waste time, grab the storage bag and leave. The young monk spoke impatiently.

Dahan nodded, walked in front of Zhao An, and stretched out his hand to touch the storage bag on Zhao An's waist. Zhao An was in a hurry, and hurriedly took a few steps back, his right hand dangling in front of his chest, as if he was about to resist.

"I can't help myself. ”

The big man flashed Zhao An's attack, suddenly clenched his fist, and smashed Zhao An's head with a punch.

Seeing Zhao An's complexion change greatly, a trace of cruel excitement flashed in Dahan's eyes, and the falling fist trembled faintly, as if he wanted to kill Zhao An on the spot!

Seeing that Zhao An was about to be splashed with blood on the spot, suddenly, a shocking change suddenly occurred!

A cold light suddenly shot out from Zhao An's fingertips, drawing a half-arc in mid-air, and slashing towards that person like lightning!

"Ahh

As the cold light fell, a terrible scream came out of the big man's mouth, and bright red blood gushed out like a spring along the big man's wrist, as if spilling a rain of blood.

On the ground, a severed hand was spasmodic and twitching in a pool of blood, the fingers were still moving, and a good pair of hands were cut off by the wrist in an instant!

"What!" The young monk and the others were shocked, they never expected that the big man would break his hands in an instant!

"Kill me?" A sneer came low, and the young monk's eyes widened and he looked ahead in disbelief.

I saw Zhao An, who had just fallen to the ground, covered in cold sweat in pain, stood up at some point, his eyes were cold and scary, and he looked like two people who were timid and timid just now.

Stepping on the severed hand on the ground, Zhao An said softly, "Have you ever killed someone?"

The young monk and the others were dumbfounded, while the big man was holding his broken wrist and lying on the ground wailing in pain.

"You can't kill anyone with your fists shaking like this. Zhao An said calmly, "I'll teach you." ”

As he spoke, Zhao An gently swiped his right hand at the big man's neck, and the big man only felt a cool breeze blowing through his neck, and then his eyes widened, and gradually lost color......

"Now it's just the two of you, and things are easy. A strong murderous aura emanated from Zhao An's body, and the wind blade on Zhao An's fingertips dissipated in mid-air, looking at the two young monks coldly.

Too weak......

Since Zhao An came to Yunhai Sect, he has experienced several life-and-death battles, and finally fought his way out in the blood-colored trial, but just now, at the moment when the big man raised his fist, an instinctive intuition told him that the other party had never killed anyone!

The competition between monks, in addition to cultivation, is more of an accumulation of combat experience.

It's like two people with the same cultivation, if you put a pampered son who has never been bloody, and a slave who fights in the gladiatorial arena every day, licking blood from the knife edge, and finally gets out alive, it will always be that slave.

Because he didn't know the strength of these three people before, Zhao An deliberately made a weak appearance, and took advantage of the other party's negligence to give the other party a fatal blow. But now it seems that with all the killer moves in his storage bag, he is completely confident that he can deal with these two people.

Moreover, his eight-clawed scarlet belly spider has never been used since it was refined, and if it is really a competition, it is just right to use these two people to test the power of the spider web.

The big man's mournful howl came one after another, and several people next to him, including the young monk, were dumbfounded, while Zhao An stood among them, looking around at everyone.

"I really didn't expect you to have some means. The young monk gritted his teeth and spoke, "But you have been hit by my prisoner's talisman, no matter how arrogant you are now, you will kneel down and beg me for a while!"

Saying that, the young monk glanced at Zhao An viciously, and quickly pinched a few fingers on his chest.

In an instant, the prisoner talisman shone brightly, and the red cinnabar on it became more and more bright red, and the speed of drilling into Zhao An's body was even faster than before.

Zhao An frowned slightly, his face showed impatience, his right hand grabbed the talisman on his neck, and pulled it down violently!

......

The talisman adhered to a piece of intact flesh and skin, and was torn straight from Zhao An's body, and under the tightly clinging flesh under the talisman, there were several long strips of cinnabar-like blood surging like tentacles, constantly entangled and surging in mid-air, looking quite disgusting.

"What kind of are you magicians!"

Zhao An glanced at the talisman in his hand with disgust, and between the spiritual power urging, the wind blade instantly grinded the talisman and the adherent flesh into pieces.

"You, you ruined the prisoner's talisman!"

At this time, the young monk was completely stunned, as the name suggests, as long as the prisoner talisman sticks to the body, the cinnabar on the talisman will burrow into the muscles and veins of the talisman in the talisman's bones, if it is not for the caster himself to lift, it can tear off a large piece of flesh and blood, and the severe pain is unimaginable to ordinary people.

And Zhao An in front of him was so vicious!

"Noise. Zhao An spoke impatiently, and at the same time glanced at the young monk coldly. Just at this glance, the young monk subconsciously gasped, and his back was cold.

Zhao An looked at the young monk's right hand, and suddenly asked softly, "You seem to have used this hand to urge the talisman just now, right?"

"What are you going to do?!" the young monk's face turned pale, and he took two or three steps back.

Zhao An smiled slightly and said, "Don't be afraid, fellow Daoists, I've always believed in my master's words since the day of my cultivation. After a pause, a trace of killing intent suddenly flashed in Zhao An's eyes, "The mind is accessible, there is revenge, and there is revenge." If you hurt me with your right hand, I will only take your right hand, and not a single point will hurt Daoyou!"

As he spoke, Zhao An gently patted the storage bag with his right hand, and the afterimage of the Hidden Breath Knife suddenly flashed in the void.

The killing intent flashed in Zhao An's eyes, and in the manipulation of his divine sense, the Hidden Breath Knife disappeared strangely, but it was already heading straight for the young monk.

It wasn't that he Zhao An brutally killed, but what the young monk had just done just now really angered his bottom line.

As the Hidden Blade disappeared, the big man's accomplice shouted at the young monk, "Be careful!"

The young monk was stunned for a moment, then jerked back.