"It's okay, it's just that this group of spirit masters in the small spirit realm is too wasteful, and those three spirit masters at the peak of the big spirit realm don't have good spirit skills, so it's difficult to take them down for a while." When the man in black heard this, he bowed slightly and said to the white wind.

"What then?" With a sad look on his face, the white wind asked him.

"It's okay, wait for your subordinates to go in, and just catch the two directly." After speaking, the man in black rose into the air, and a long knife appeared in his hand, directly attacking Leng Xiaoshi and the others.

Leng Xiaoshi and Leng Shaolong suddenly approached, but the two of them felt a lot of pressure in the air at the same time. The two of them opened their eyes almost at the same time.

Psychic Realm Spiritual Master.

This thought flashed in his heart, and a burst of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Leng Xiaoshi's forehead, since he was surrounded from the beginning, he had never panicked, but as soon as this black-clothed psychic realm spirit master appeared, Leng Xiaoshi felt that his heart was suddenly a little disordered.

"White Yin Palm."

As soon as the black-clothed man opened his palms, two condensed blue spiritual power giant palms attacked violently, if these two palms were solid, Leng Xiaoshi and the others would have to shed their skin even if they didn't die.

"Whoosh." "Whoosh."

Suddenly, two winds blew, and the man in black frowned, but when he noticed the center of the battle circle, he saw nothing but a little undried blood.

The next moment, he seemed to react, and turned away, anger surging in his heart, and his eyes almost burst into flames. I saw my own white son, who was lying on the ground groggily at this time.

The man in black took a closer look and found that the wind was fine during the day, except for the Qiankun bag on his waist that disappeared, everything was fine.

That's right, Qiankun bag. The man in black reacted suddenly, looked at his waist, it was empty, where was there any Qiankun bag.

A fat figure, carrying two scarred men, slipped out of the north gate not long after, and an earth-shattering roar suddenly came from afar.

"Shameless thief, my Bai family will not let you go."

Hearing the echo, the fat figure suddenly stopped, glanced at Dongyang City slightly, and opened his mouth.

"I, phew." A mouthful of spit fell to the ground.

After a while, the fat man came to a grove.

"Oh mom, I'm dead."

Alas sighed and complained, the fat man dragged Leng Xiaoshi and the others flat on the ground.

As soon as Leng Xiaoshi hit the ground, he felt the qi and blood in his body surging, and then sat cross-legged, running the exercises, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, replenishing the spiritual power consumed in the body, and healing and recuperating with spiritual power.

"Alas, he, Poor Dao worked hard to carry you out of the ghost gate, and you didn't even say a word of thanks, and you were so angry." The fat man looked at the two people on the ground who were practicing by themselves, and couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Hmph, no, Poor Dao was so angry that he could only drink wine and suppress it." The fat Daozi glanced at Leng Xiaoshi and the others, still indifferent, sitting on the ground and cultivating, frowning, taking a wine gourd from his waist, pulling out the stopper, and drinking the wine with a grunt.

After a while, Leng Xiaoshi slowly suppressed the injuries in his body, put away the exercises, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Ahh With a sound, Leng Xiaoshi hurriedly retreated.

"Hello, poor Dao Yihong, may I ask who you are?" The self-proclaimed red Taoist priest twisted his fat waist, blinked his eyes, and looked at Leng Xiaoshi with an obscene expression.

"What do you want to do?" Leng Xiaoshi's eyes rolled, his hands hugged each other and looked at the red Taoist priest in front of him very vigilantly, and secretly calculated in his heart, this fat man is so familiar.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, don't be nervous, there is no malice in the poor road." With a grin, the facial features on the face of this red Taoist priest were suddenly crowded together, if it weren't for the two dripping eyes, Leng Xiaoshi would not have thought that he was human.

"It's you, the thief Taoist who stole Shaolong's Qiankun bag during the day, what do you want to do?" Leng Xiaoshi reacted suddenly, looked at the Red Daoist with a wary face, and frowned slightly.

When this red Taoist priest heard this, he pouted his lips very unhappily, touched his nose, and muttered with a displeased face: "Alas, don't mention the daytime, the poor Dao is borrowing some spirit stones from you, as for now, I still remember." ”

"What the hell do you want to do?" Glancing at this Red Daoist, Leng Xiaoshi's eyes looked him up and down.

He was fat, wearing a gossip robe, and his eyes were dripping at Leng Xiaoshi.

"Boy, your surname is Leng? The people of the Leng family in Dongyang City? This fat man looked at Leng Xiaoshi for a long time before speaking tentatively.

"That's right, I'm a member of the Leng family in Dongyang City, what do you have to do with someone from the Leng family?" , his brows stretched, Leng Xiaoshi was secretly vigilant in his heart, and looked at the red Taoist priest in front of him with an unkind face.

"May I ask for a little of your blood?" A red Taoist priest's eyes suddenly lit up, he looked at Leng Xiaoshi with a happy face, blinked his eyes, and asked.

"Blood? What are you doing? As soon as he heard that he wanted his own blood, Leng Xiaoshi couldn't help but be confused, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked at Yihong with a puzzled expression.

"I just want to confirm one thing, don't be nervous, no matter what, I'm also your savior, if it weren't for me, you still have that guard, the corpse is cold, I want a little bit of your blood, it's not too much." A red Taoist priest pursed his lips and looked at Leng Xiaoshi with blank eyes.

Leng Xiaoshi glanced at his eyes and was silent, secretly shouting in his heart.

"Give it to him, he has no ill will towards you."

Hearing Brother Sheng's words, the corners of Leng Xiaoshi's mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile, and he grinned and faced a red Taoist priest.

"How's that, okay?" In the blink of an eye, the Red Daoist looked at Leng Xiaoshi with an eager expression.

"Okay, but you can't ask us for other rewards for saving your life." Grinning and smiling, he looked at a red Taoist priest.

"No problem, then you can bleed now." As soon as he slapped his palm, a red Taoist priest immediately responded. A small jade bottle was taken out of the Qiankun bag, and there was a drop of blood faintly in the bottle.

"Well, dripping blood on my head." With a light in his eyes, a red Taoist priest swallowed a mouthful of saliva and couldn't wait to hand over the jade bottle.

Leng Xiaoshi glanced red, frowned slightly, and looked puzzled, but he still bit the finger of his index finger, and a drop of blood slowly secreted out.

In a moment, the bright red blood slowly fell, dripping in the jade bottle, and as soon as it fell, a red Taoist priest took it back, ran to the side, and looked at the mouth of the jade bottle with his eyes close to it.

"Young master." I don't know when, Leng Shaolong on the side suddenly woke up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Leng Xiaoshi, and couldn't help but shout.

"I'm fine, you can heal first." Leng Xiaoshi grinned at the corner of his mouth and said with a light smile.

"Hahaha, the sky lives up to my Red Daoist, hahaha, great, my Senior Sister Jingwen, and the dean's Heavenly Seal, haha, it's all mine."