In the Xiliang Palace, Lin Wan'er and Zhao Gan spread their feet and ran wildly, walking when they saw the road, and passing it when they saw the fork in the road.

But no matter how desperately the two of them ran for their lives, when they turned around, they could still see the white-faced scholar and the old woman hanging not far away like maggots on tarsal bones. One person dressed in white was just like white impermanence, looking at Zhao Qian with a smile. One person was laughing continuously, his face was full of wrinkles and huddled together, and the essence of the Dao shot out from his slit-like eyes and fell on Lin Wan'er.

Zhao Gan glanced back at the scholar in white, he was uncomfortable, the guy dressed as a scholar who was not a man or a woman had too much wind and rain in his eyes, where could he bear it, he only felt that he had been stripped naked, and he was also pointed at and judged in public.

Lin Wan'er ran out of breath, pinched her waist with both hands, and gasped for breath, even so, she still felt a fire in her chest, hot, she said while fanning with her hand: "Zhao Gan, I can't run, let's fight with them!" ”

Zhao Qian stood in front of Lin Wan'er without a trace, and smiled bitterly: "Fight? What to fight? You and I don't stand a chance of winning. ”

Lin Wan'er was right when she thought about it, Zhao Gan's thin and small body, he had no power to restrain the chicken, and he was also cannon fodder when he went up, so he took the lunch box in front of him, and he was slightly better, but he was only a little better than Zhao Gan, and he could bind the chicken, and he couldn't do anything else.

The white-faced scholar and the old woman swept over and stood in front of the two, although there were no words, but everything was silent.

The old woman took two steps forward, her hands hidden in the wide sleeves of her coat that were unique to southern Xinjiang, but the sleeves began to swell unexpectedly. It seems that a fierce monster is about to come out: "Miss Wan'er, obediently tie up your hands and let the old woman make a Gu corpse with her own hands." so as not to suffer much from unnecessary flesh and skin. ”

"Whew!" Lin Wan'er said fiercely: "Let me be arrested?" You want to be beautiful. I'll say the ugly words in front first, now you obediently surrender, this girl can spare your life, if you use this girl's housekeeping for a while, the dragon will descend eighteen palms, and you will not find the north. ”

"Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending?" The white-faced scholar and the old woman frowned, they had never heard that there was a similar fist in the world.

Lin Wan'er seemed to dislike Zhao Qian standing in front of her. It was too much of an obstacle, completely covering up the girl's unparalleled demeanor, and reached out to pull Zhao Gan's shirt. One turned around, pushed Zhao Gan violently, and pushed him behind him: "I don't know the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, hum." It's really unheard. If my bad-tempered master, the Nine-Fingered Beggar, knows, I will inevitably be furious, and I will reward you with a palm, hmph, you can only spend the rest of your life in bed. ”

The more she talked, the happier she became, the more proud she became, as if she really had a big backer, and she was on call. In the end, she also started her own boxing method. Kneaded square dancing and the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics, completely covering Zhao Gan behind him.

Lin Wan'er likes square dancing and the eighth set of radio gymnastics, because she feels that these two sets of dances show physical beauty and artistic beauty, suitable for all ages, and are the crystallization of the wisdom of the people.

The white-faced scholar and the old woman glanced at each other, their eyes were full of contempt, Lin Wan'er's move was tantamount to delaying time, and the old woman continued to move forward, countless black gases came out of her sleeves, gradually spreading.

Lin Wan'er was boxing, watching the old woman slowly approach, and suddenly she fell to the ground with a thud, revealing Zhao Qian behind her.

The old woman was slightly stunned, she didn't understand why Lin Wan'er acted like this, and when she was suspicious, she looked up and saw Zhao Gan holding an iron pimple in one hand, and the iron pimple had a big hole in a black hole, and she was stunned at herself.

The smile on Zhao Gan's face made the old woman sigh in her heart, and she faintly felt a hint of danger, and her body retreated rapidly.

"Boom", a sharp explosion with a trace of spark came out of the muzzle, and a bullet the size of a peanut pierced the air and cut a trajectory visible to the naked eye, and shot at the old woman.

The black gas that came out of the old woman's sleeve consciously gathered in front of him, trying to resist the rapid bullets.

The bullet plunged headlong into the black fog, disappeared, and appeared behind the black fog the next moment, but at this time, the bullet was already at the end of the crossbow, falling vertically to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The old woman broke out in a cold sweat in her heart, her words were resentful, and she shouted angrily in an angry tone: "This is what you want to descend the dragon eighteen palms? Hmph, but it's a pity, if you don't want the life of the old woman, you will take the lives of both of you in the next moment......"

Her words were still on her lips, and there was another crisp sound in the air, piercing the air, and after a crisp sound, another sound, three times in a row, and a trace of the pungent smell of gunpowder wafted through the air.

The old woman's voice was stuck in her throat, and she looked down at the blood dance that exploded in her chest in disbelief, and the blood flowed down like a stream, and the next moment she lay down on her back in a daze, the black mist was out of control, and it swelled up in an instant, and it continued to emerge from the old woman's sleeve, burrowing in and out of her shriveled corpse, and dissipating in an instant, leaving only a white skeleton.

Lin Wan'er got up from the ground, patted the dust on her body, looked at the old woman who had become a pile of white bones with palpitations, and asked with some disbelief: "She died like this?" ”

She is a little unsure whether the old woman has returned to Huangquan, because in her impression, the villain will eventually die in the hands of the protagonist, but the process is more tortuous and bizarre, until the end of the story, it is to insert three knives in the villain's body, and the villain can also endure the humiliation and burden, standing in front of the protagonist anew, with a confident attitude of "I'm stronger than before", asking for hardship, but now the story is not to the end, the most murderous opponent I face - to make her into a Gu corpse - just die?! Or is it that you can't die anymore and become full of bones?

Zhao Gan put down the pistol and protected Lin Wan'er behind him again, just when Lin Wan'er pushed him, the ghost sent the pistol into his hand, the two of them had a heart, one performed in front of people, and the other was waiting for a killing blow behind him.

The white-faced scholar looked at the pile of white bones on the ground, and then looked at Zhao Qian and Lin Wan'er. The hands that had been behind him hung down gently, and he said in a tone that was neither male nor female: "Look down on you." ”

Lin Wan'er snorted and thought about it again. was stopped by Zhao Gan, and stuffed the pistol into her hand: "Wan'er, the white-faced scholar is blocked by me, you go to Yingxue Lake, there are only Xiliang Wang, Sima Qi, Xu Yunfeng and Baoyu left, if Sima Qi is in trouble now, no one can stop it." ”

Hold the pistol. Lin Wan'er suddenly remembered that there was still Baoyu, and she was about to run when she raised her feet, but she thought that Zhao Qian was dealing with the scholar alone. He was a little worried: "Zhao Qian, can you handle it here alone?" Glancing at the white-faced scholar, she made this person much more difficult to deal with than the old woman.

Zhao Qian straightened up and put one hand in front of him. One hand behind the back. Raising his head arrogantly, he finally seized the opportunity to leave Lin Wan'er with a dashing back, and said in a nonchalant tone: "My son's martial arts are superb, and the little shemale is not in his eyes!" Besides, I can't beat this scholar back to southern Xinjiang, do everything I can to please him (her), don't forget that you promised me. If you want to lead the army to save me, when the time comes, you will rush out and be angry for Zhao Gan. Wouldn't it be okay to flatten the entire southern Xinjiang? ”

Lin Wan'er Nunu's mouth was unaccustomed to seeing Zhao Gan's face like this: "You take good care of yourself, I'll save Baoyu first, don't die here." With that, she turned around and left,

The white-faced scholar looked at Lin Wan'er's distant back, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly: "She left like this, leaving you in a dangerous situation, don't you feel lost in your heart?" ”

Zhao Qian also smiled slightly and shook his head: "She, this is her character, and I'm used to it." ”

"Got used to it? Looks like she's left you alone many times. The white-faced scholar's eyes fell on Zhao Gan from the beginning, as if chatting, and said: "I don't quite understand you Central Plains people, feelings should be very selfish things, there should be a balance between pay and gain, simple pay or simple gain is not the basis for maintaining a long-term relationship." ”

"Are you talking to me about feelings?" Zhao Qian looked at the white-faced scholar strangely, he couldn't understand this scholar from southern Xinjiang: "But I think that paying too much attention to pay and gain, I have committed a big taboo, seeking balance everywhere, hoping to get a quantitative relationship, that kind of relationship will last for a long time under extremely harsh conditions, but there must be a gap between the two, what is the point of that kind of relationship?" ”

"Reasonable!" The white-faced scholar nodded with a smile, with a different look in his eyes: "That's why I like you more." ”

When he said the word like, the white-faced scholar also threw Zhao Gan a wink, Zhao Gan forcibly suppressed the feeling of nausea in his heart, lowered his head and grinned, and scolded secretly.

The white-faced scholar looked at Zhao Gan, untied the jade belt on his waist, Zhao Gan subconsciously hugged his chest with both hands, "What are you going to do" Before he could say it, he saw that the jade belt in the scholar's hand suddenly became longer, and the jade belt became silk: "I once met a person who liked it tightly, but he didn't obey me, so I killed him, and used the secret art of southern Xinjiang to make a dry corpse that has not changed for thousands of years, and watched the lifelike dry corpse every day, and he was no longer annoyed and bored, so I liked it more." I like men like you too, but I don't think you will go back to southern Xinjiang with me, so I can only ......."

As soon as Zhao Qian saw the silk silk, he didn't know it in his heart, but he didn't expect this scholar to have this weird habit: "Don't, I'll go back to Southern Xinjiang with you, and I'm convinced." ”

The white-faced scholar shook his head with a smile, he didn't believe Zhao Gan's words at all, the silk in his hand was getting longer and longer, as if it was a never-ending practice, constantly winding in his hands, like a giant python, as long as it rolled up your body, then you would have no room for survival: "That black iron guy has been taken away by Lin Wan'er, and I don't believe that you still have one in your hand, otherwise Lin Wan'er wouldn't have stuffed the iron lump into your arms just now, thinking that there was a beautiful man in the secret room in southern Xinjiang, and I was not free in my heart." ”

Zhao Gan, who was not a martial arts master, was flustered on his face, and his hands were in a parry shape, but suddenly, a smile appeared on Zhao Gan's face, and he was not panicked at all, but instead showed a look of looking at the dead: "Li Mubai, you are finally back." ”

As he spoke, he exhaled a long breath, sat down on the stone beside him, and hammered his legs and feet, looking extremely relaxed.

The white-faced scholar with silk in his hand was suddenly startled, his whole body was stiff, his brows were tightly locked, he didn't even feel the breath behind him, and after thinking about it, he felt reasonable, he had seen the methods of the white-clothed sword fairy, and knew that the other party knew it, and it was not impossible for him to suddenly appear behind him.

The white-faced scholar did not turn around, but his breath rose suddenly, the silk on his arms wrapped around him like armor, and his hands were hooked, faintly the aura of dead ashes was rising, his pale face became hideous, and the unique aura from southern Xinjiang was moving faster and faster.

Zhao Qian rubbed his legs and feet, stretched out his shoulders, and said with disdain on his face: "Tsk, it's pitiful, if you meet an ordinary master, you can fight and win, or if you meet a stronger master, you can completely retreat, but when you meet an unborn master like Li Mubai, you will definitely die." Yo, it's still improving internal strength, but it's useless at all. Since you don't give up, then use all your strength, otherwise you will not be willing to die. ”

Looking at the white-faced scholar who had improved his internal strength with a smile, Zhao Qian plucked his ears very badly, put them to his mouth and blew: "Don't look at me with that kind of look, I admire your calmness, knowing that Li Mubai is not in a hurry to attack me behind you, because you haven't arrived in front of me yet, Li Mubai's sword has already penetrated you." ”

The white-faced scholar continued to improve his internal strength, and his body was full of angry waves, rolling up countless smoke and dust, his breath was round and full, and he climbed to the peak, he was confident that he had enough energy at this time to fight with Li Mubai.

Turning around suddenly, the white-faced scholar exerted all his strength, carrying a trace of black qi waves rolling away, and the most evil and powerful spells in southern Xinjiang were struck out with all his might, and the black qi corroded everywhere he passed, making a stabbing sound.

The next moment, the white-faced scholar was full of anger, because there was nothing behind him, there was no Li Mubai at all, and everything was Zhao Gan's trick.

Where there was no strength with all his strength, a punch hit the air, and the white-faced scholar was angry and bloody, and his arms were empty, and he couldn't suppress the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth for a while.

Looking back, where is Zhao Gan's figure, I don't know where I ran away with a smoke.

At this time, Zhao Qianran's shoes fell off, and his feet in cotton socks were in pain when he stepped on the ground, and he grinned while running: "Fortunately, I am witty, smart, brave, lively and cute, and I deceived the scholar in a hurry, if the old woman is still there, and when I hear Li Mubai behind me, I will definitely turn back as soon as possible, and my plan will not be able to be implemented." In the final analysis, it was the caution of the white-faced scholar who harmed himself. ”

Hiding behind a stone, Zhao Gan exhaled a long breath, reached out to take off his cloth socks, and blisters appeared under his feet. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to a bug on his sleeve, white and translucent.

Zhao Qian suddenly leaned on the stone in a deflated manner, and smiled bitterly, there are many miasma insects and beasts in southern Xinjiang, there is a secret technique, saying that there is a natal relationship between people and insects, and insects and people's hearts reflect each other, no matter where the insect is, its owner can feel it.

Looking up, the white-faced scholar was standing on the stone behind him, and his face was no longer a smiling expression, but a terrifying look of murder. (To be continued......)