When Lin Jian said that human beings are the spirits of all things, he was not as sure as he was on his face.

In the final analysis, he is just a half-guessed half-fool who relies on a few Taoist cheats. Even if he had seen thousands of mystical techniques in his previous life, no matter how many exquisite quotations he had seen, no matter how far-reaching and clear his vision was, he was a layman with no basic skills and could not understand and master it at all.

Of course, the tricks that can be passed down to the world are all high-quality products after being panned for gold by the big waves of survival of the fittest, and each has its own extraordinary uniqueness. On weekdays, Lin Jian relied on them to pretend to be ghosts and tricks, and they were very handy, and they easily concealed a large number of netizens and viewers who did not know the truth in the interstellar era, and even the heroes of people like the tall crown Su Luo were at a loss, and really regarded him as a strange person with a wrist.

But he knows his own details best. The tricks in the rivers and lakes can confuse people's ears and eyes, but they must not stand the slightest test. These ingenious little spells rely extremely on the yin and yang environment, and the magic effects created can only be scratched by the boots, no matter how powerful the momentum is, you have to be blind when you encounter a real strong enemy.

Now the tiger in front of him can be regarded as a great rival.

So Lin Jian was a little blind.

In fact, it is not difficult to clean up a tiger that can only control ghosts, and he has several plans in his mind almost instantly. The simplest thing is to open the window now, cast a spell to draw a thunderbolt from the sky and burn the tiger's eyes. If there are no clouds and no thunder and lightning can be summoned now, you can temporarily evacuate the battlefield and go to a secluded place to ask the gods to come down. No matter which passing deity makes a move, it is easy to clean up a tiger that can't even speak to people, and it will never be a problem.

All in all, there are many ways.

But Lin Jian didn't dare to do it after all. Although the mantra and pace are not difficult, the essence of the inner part is unfathomable, far from being comparable to the simple mechanical trick of the eyes. Small spells like conjuring can also be used directly, but this kind of thing can cause big things if you are not careful. For example, cut his life in half.

So after careful consideration, Lin Jian decided to take another shortcut. He slowed down the wind of the hunt for a moment, and once again gathered the BA dust mist around him. A few seconds later, there was a thump behind him, and dozens of broken red threads spun out from behind him, shooting into the howling storm ahead. These red silks are light and muddy, and they flutter up and down with the air currents in the storm, and the silk fibers dragged at the break point shake violently and fly, like red butterflies in flight. After a while, the broken red rope suddenly wriggled and curled, and gradually began to expand and undulate, and the slender silk thread twisted and swirled as if it was desperately struggling.

Lin Jian's expression did not change, he smiled slightly, and blew on the flying red rope again. After this breath, the sound of the wind in front of him suddenly turned sharp, and the air flow was surging again, roaring and tumbling and fluttering. In the chaotic air current, there were red dots, and nearly a hundred huge wasps with red bodies flew impressively. These hornets are extremely strong, each with the palm of an adult's hand, and they swirl and buzz in the air, and the sound they make cannot even be covered by the sound of the wind.

Behind the strong wind, Lin Jian retracted his sleeves expressionlessly, and his voice was soft: "It is said that there is a kind of wasp in the mountains, which is particularly ferocious when it stings, and even the bears with rough skin and thick flesh can't withstand a few stitches, and the stern ones are even bitten to death...... So how many stitches can you get? ”

He smiled and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The bloodshed was a signal for war, and the hornets, which were still circling and flying, immediately stopped, and a second later they turned around in unison and rushed towards the side of the gale. These hornets are extremely strong and ferocious, and they will not retreat even in the face of strong winds, vibrating their wings with a sharp sound, and they are going up against the wind inch by inch.

As soon as the hornet flew to the center line, the wind in the corridor suddenly became louder and stronger. A swift and fierce air jet shot out from the opposite side, rushing towards the hornets and the forest. The wind was so strong and swift that the hornets that flapped their wings and struggled fell in all directions, and even flew backwards and again. Lin Jian turned his head sideways in the wind, and he could barely open his eyes.

At this moment, a strange change occurred. Hearing the loud bang on the floor, a huge body jumped out of the wind, swooping towards Lin Jian, and reaching out for a fist. At this time, Lin Jian was reaching out to wipe his face and wipe his eyes, and in a hurry, he was defenseless, and was actually thrown out by a punch, turning over and hitting the floor. The burly white coat squatted and curled up, and was about to pounce on it again to make up for it, but suddenly felt that the fire in his fist was burning, and the pain was like madness in an instant. With a shrill scream, he lunged forward, leaning straight to the ground.

A few meters away, Lin Jian coughed and held on to the wall, reluctantly straightened up, and shook his hand to pull a flat wasp off his body. He glanced down at the dead wasp and threw it down. The corpse of the wasp fell straight down, quietly turning into a red rope in mid-air, and fell to the ground silently.

"Block your vision with a strong wind and then send your men to attack?" Lin Jian said in a dumb voice: "Very good idea." We can be regarded as heroes, and we see the same thing. But a little brute force can't help me......"

He sighed and began to slowly recite the half-baked incantation. This spell wasn't long, but the indescribable indescribable eternality was a perfect match for the spell's effect. A few seconds later, there was a soft clang in his pocket, and a few tiny brass buckles broke free from the fibers and flew in front of him in a circle. Lin Jian squinted at these thin pieces of metal and gently exhaled at them. The brass buckles suddenly spread out and disappeared in an instant.

"I hope that clothing manufacturers will not be adulterated in copper." He muttered to himself.

But this time it seems to be lucky. Nothing went wrong with that complex spell. A moment later he heard a short exclamation, and then the floor shook, and a massive body in a white coat rolled out of the storm and collapsed in front of him. The ghostly doctor was lying on the ground, his muscles squirming and his legs struggling desperately, as if trying to turn over and stand up as best he could. But despite all his strength, he was firmly attached to the ground, unable to lift his head. It seems to be crushed by some heavy object. After struggling for half a minute, his throat rattled, and he finally fell to the ground with his hands and feet spread.

Lin Jian coughed and stroked his chest, slowly approaching the body, he stretched out his leg and kicked the waist of the white coat, squatted down and took off the small copper piece stuck to the top of his head. He paused for a moment and coughed twice, then reached out and patted the dust off his coat and sat down on it.

The body of the white coat is very hard, but as expected, it exudes the warmth of a living person. Lin Jian sat cross-legged on his abdomen, silently listening to the loud wind in the corridor. Now that he had used one of the jack gates, the other ghost would be overwhelmed within half a minute. Then all that remains is the silent tiger. He didn't expect to use this trick to suppress Linghu, after all, according to the rules, the jack gate must use copper coins that have passed through 10,000 hands, and now the power can no longer be guaranteed after cutting corners. But as long as the attention of the tiger is slightly restrained, the hornet, which is bound by the wind, can take the opportunity to get out of trouble, and then the two-sided attack should work wonders.

A few minutes later, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard as scheduled, and then the thud of the floor became more and more violent and manic, even suppressing the roar of the wind. Now that the other ghost has fallen, the lone tiger must be dodging the remaining copper buttons with all his might. But the speed of the copper sheet is catalyzed by the wind, and it will only be faster than once, no matter how light and agile the tiger's movements are, it is impossible to dodge at such a rapid speed, unless-

As soon as he thought of Fang Sheng, Lin Jian suddenly heard it