In this case, Mr. Yan would definitely not go to the mouth cannon again, he raised his sleeves, and he already held a steel folding fan in his hand.

The folding fan waved at will, churning out a series of true qi that was like substance, and this true qi carried a powerful breath of life.

The four big men carrying the sedan chair quickly moved into position and put on a posture of a small formation.

With the dance of Mr. Yan's folding fan, the four of them pressed the trigger.

Whoosh!!

Four arm-thick crossbow arrows shot out.

And under the guidance of the true qi of the folding fan and the formation, the power was integrated.

At such a close distance, no one can dodge it.

Rumble!!!

A roar rang out.

The arrow exploded, shattering into countless fragments and shooting backwards with swift remarks.

Every fragment left blood marks on the bodies of those strong men, deep or shallow.

Mr. Yan was stunned, and the folding fan in his hand drove the true qi to fly quickly on the four strong men.

The originally decadent spirit of these four people suddenly recovered a lot, and the wounds were also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Kill him!!"

Four strong men fired a second shot.

Rumble!!

Third burst shot.

Rumble!!

Smoke and dust billowed and debris flew everywhere.

Not long after, after dispersing, a huge figure was revealed.

The figure was more than a foot long, its muscles bulging to support the gray gold canopy, and its whole body exuded a heat that distorted the air.

"No... That's impossible. ”

Mr. Yan looked up at the people who were coming.

"Shoot again!!"

"Shoot!!"

Whoosh!!

This time the bolt missed, even though it was close, but it still missed.

For the terrible giant shrouded in the twisted air was gone.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Mr. Yan, when he saw that the four strong men all fell to their knees, it was obvious that their leg bones had been completely fractured.

And he didn't see anything.

He turned around suddenly, only to find that a large hand had been grabbed on top of his head.

Xia Ji's indifferent voice sounded: "What do I say, what do you answer."

You know the Sacred Heart, but you don't have a new head, do you?"

Mr. Yan showed a shocked look: "How do you know the Sacred Heart Formula?"

"Actually, I have a lot of ties with your Heavenly Saint Society. ”

As Xia Ji spoke, a layer of milky white true qi appeared on the palm of his hand, and this true qi carried the breath of life.

Mr. Yan's eyes widened in disbelief: "This... You also know the Sacred Heart?"

Xia Ji said: "Not bad. ”

He let out a long sigh and said matter-of-factly: "Because of some changes back then, I lost a lot of memories, and I just felt the smell of the Sacred Heart in you, so I followed...

Trust me, I'm just trying to figure out where I came from. ”

Mr. Yan was shocked.

Xia Ji let go of his hand, and between the fluctuations of his five fingers, a familiar true qi was flowing.

He even bent down and pressed this true qi against the broken leg bone of a strong man beside him.

The strong man let out a comfortable sound.

Mr. Yan was shocked: "Sure enough, it is the healing power of the Sacred Heart Formula. ”

He looked at the mysterious man with a complicated expression, and then said, "Take off the mask, maybe you are my long-lost senior brother." ”

Xia Ji said lightly: "As soon as I enter the Yin Division, Yin and Yang will be separated from each other, and today I will just pass by here, and the mask cannot be taken off." ”

"Yin Si !!"

Mr. Yan was shocked again, he obviously also knew about this mysterious organization.

"Who are you?"

Xia Ji said: "Same door." ”

Mr. Yan became excited, and he almost pulled Xia Ji back to the door directly, but suddenly, he remembered the latest information he had gotten, and blurted out: "You are a ferrying demon monk, aren't you a master monk of Tantra?"

Boom Boom!

The four strong men died instantly.

Four clouds of blood mist exploded.

The strong man who had just recovered didn't even snort, and hung up directly.

Mr. Yan: ???

Xia Ji stretched out his finger again and grabbed Mr. Yan's head, and he shook his head helplessly: "When I didn't say those words just now.

Right now...

We're back to square one.

What do I say, what do you answer, you will have a sacred heart, but you will not be reborn with a head, right?

First question, how did you find me?"

Mr. Yan was dumbfounded.

At this moment, it seemed that many, many things had happened.

He was a little confused.

I asked rhetorically, "You are not a high monk of Tantra", why did this "mysterious person suspected of being the same sect" suddenly turn his face?

"Three... Two..."

Xia Ji counted quietly.

All his actions just now were not wrong, but unfortunately he wore the wrong mask.

The character of the demon monk is a tantric monk, and if he is called broken, that is, the character is broken.

"What did you use to find me?"

Xia Ji narrowed the problem.

Because although the person in front of him is also a master, it is impossible to find him.

Mr. Yan suddenly sneered, he suddenly chewed one of the capsules in his mouth, and the miserable green poison suddenly seeped into his mouth.

I will not betray the organization.

In that case, then I'll kill myself.

He closed his eyes and began to wait for death.

A great fear suddenly arose in my heart.

But suddenly, he felt a powerful internal force invade his body from behind.

Burst!!

He squirted the poison out...

Xia Ji withdrew his palm and said calmly: "Don't do these useless kung fu anymore, even if you take poison, I will help you force the poison out, even if you commit suicide, I will stop you before you act, and then use my means to torture you."

And... You're not even afraid of death, so what are you afraid of?"

Mr. Yan: ...

People die once, but they don't want to die a second time.

Therefore, the white-robed man opened his mouth hoarsely: "It's the blue-eyed ninety-eight ranked on the Divine Weapon Spectrum, any..."

"Ahem..."

He coughed twice and continued to try to speak: "Anything that's not..."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Mr. Yan suddenly coughed frantically, "It's so itchy, it's so itchy... Ahem, ahem..."

He coughed desperately.

Suddenly, he stretched out his palm, covered his mouth and coughed desperately.

Then a piece of red-hot stuff fell into the palm of his hand.

He seemed to feel a little more comfortable just now.

When I looked down, I saw a shattered lung lobe, stained with sticky blood...

Xia Ji's body was like the wind, he disappeared into the darkness in an instant, and then reached the top of the tree in an instant, and the induction was released, and the wind and grass around him fell into his control.

But...

He was sure that there was absolutely no one.

Looking down again, Mr. Yan had already died with fear on his face.

"How?"

Xia Ji narrowed his eyes, "The Divine Soldier Spectrum of more than a hundred years ago, the ninety-eighth ranked Blue Eye?"

He suddenly remembered the Tianque School Palace, the shadow that would fall to the ground at noon, and one of them was a black shadow like a pupil.

He waited quietly for the time of the two pillars of incense.

There was no movement in the forest, only four lumps of flesh and blood, Mr. Yan who was lying on the ground, and a sedan chair.

Xia Ji flipped over Mr. Yan slightly, empty, nothing.

It's just that there is a jade pendant hanging around his waist, and there is a smoke in the jade pendant.

"This jade pendant... I think I've seen it somewhere.

Not...

By the way, Wang Zhenren of Qingfeng Mountain also had it on him before, but I thought it was just an ornament at the time.

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

Is it an identity plate?"