As soon as he said this, Fang Ling suddenly felt a powerful suction force coming from the mouth of the gourd, as if the mouth of the gourd was a whirlpool, pulling something out of his body with all his might.

At this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from his waist, which suddenly made Fang Ling wake up, and he slashed towards the garlic nose that stabbed him, and at the same time withdrew!

The garlic nose stabbed Fang Ling's waist with a sword, and when he was overjoyed, he saw the opponent slashing with a knife, the momentum was fast, and the castration was fierce, like a thunderbolt flashing in the sky.

Garlic Nose was taken aback, and hurriedly drew his sword to avoid it, while the man in black took advantage of Fang Ling's unsteady, pounced up, raised the soul sucking gourd and roared again: "Soul sucking!"

As soon as these words fell, Fang Ling felt that pulling feeling again, with the experience just now, he didn't even hesitate at all, and quickly retreated backwards.

After this retreat, the feeling of pulling suddenly disappeared, and Fang Ling immediately understood that the effect of the soul sucking gourd had a distance, that is, the closer the distance, the stronger this suction, and the farther the distance, the easier it was to escape this distance.

He also understood why the man in black wanted to attack with Garlic Nose, just to let Garlic Nose create a chance for him to close the distance!

At this time, the man in black had already pulled in the distance again, and as soon as he lifted the soul sucking gourd, he had to repeat his old trick.

Fang Ling was willing to let him get closer, and the two fingers of his left hand were together, and a finger arrow squirted out, heading straight towards the chest of the man in black, the man in black grinned, and with a sword in his hand, he blocked the arrow, and the momentum was almost unaffected.

Seeing that Fang Ling was 'forced' by the second senior brother to retreat again and again, the momentum of the garlic nose also increased suddenly, as cunning as electricity, and the sword shadows were stacked, all pointing at Fang Ling's waist and behind his back to greet him.

Fang Ling frowned slightly, this magic weapon is really a headache, and if he continues to be entangled by the two of them like this, he is afraid that he will accidentally catch the other party's way.

He stepped back step by step, and at the same time sensitively noticed that every time the man in black wanted to use the soul sucking gourd, he had to shout the word "soul sucking", as if it was a mantra.

In other words, if he doesn't have time to shout, then this soul-sucking gourd can't pose a threat to himself.

As soon as he made up his mind, Fang Ling pretended not to stand firmly, how could the garlic nose let go of this opportunity, and rushed over, stabbing it with a sword.

Fang Ling grinned, bounced up sharply, and landed ghostly to the side of the garlic nose, kicking him towards the man in black.

Where did Garlic Nose expect that this was a trap, a strain was too late, was kicked squarely, and crashed into the arms of the man in black.

The man in black frowned fiercely, as if he had expected Fang Ling's intentions, and quickly stepped back.

It's just that Fang Ling's speed was faster, and he fell to the back of the garlic nose and slashed it hard, and the garlic nose let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground.

In fact, the cultivation of the garlic nose is not so bad, he is also a young master who is envied by his peers, and his swordsmanship is also outstanding, but it is a pity that he met Fang Ling, who is more talented and has a stronger cultivation.

Fang Ling didn't look at the garlic nose that fell to the ground, and went straight towards the man in black.

"Suck ......" The man in black couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw the garlic nose being killed, and then immediately raised the soul-sucking gourd, and opened his mouth to scream.

However, before the soul word could be exported, Fang Ling had already slashed over with a knife, and the man in black hurriedly retreated, Fang Ling had this opportunity, and he was not on the verge of attacking at all, each knife was cut out with ten percent of the power, and the man in black used all the pictures to resist first.

However, with all his light and agile skills, the man in black had only just entered the Melting Qi Realm, and if he used his wandering body to fight with Fang Ling, he would still be able to fight for dozens of rounds.

It's just that he has always wanted to use the soul sucking gourd to deal with Fang Ling, but instead he put the cart before the horse, and was finally stabbed by Fang Ling and left a long cut in his chest, and the blood rushed straight down.

The man in black roared angrily, stabbed at him with a sword, and when Fang Ling resisted, he suddenly threw his sword out of his hand, took out something from the bag on his waist with his free hand, and slammed it over, and suddenly a pile of white powder came to the wind.

Fang Ling hurriedly stepped back, avoiding the flying prize and slashing at the same time, using the knife qi to shake these powders flying, he knew very well that these powders were either poisonous 'medicine' or 'mysterious' things, and they must not be inhaled at all.

The man in black took this opportunity to raise the soul-sucking gourd and shouted: "Soul-sucking!"

As soon as the two words came out, Fang Ling secretly said badly, and just when he was pulled by the suction, he threw the scimitar forward.

The man in black sneered, moved to the left, the scimitar flew past his ear, cutting off a few strands of hair, but before he could stand firmly, he stiffened as a stone, and then mechanically lowered his head, and saw a bronze "color" tied to his heart.

Fang Ling stood indifferently not far away, of course he knew that the man in black would avoid the flying scimitar, so the moment the scimitar flew out, he had already 'touched' it and threw it over, which could be said to be unguardable.

It's a pity that this was too accurate, and it actually pierced into the opponent's heart. Blood flowed down the blade, and the man in black fell to the ground with a glare, and the soul-sucking gourd rolled to the side.

When the powder was scattered on the ground, Fang Ling couldn't help but take a breath, and hurriedly rushed over, the man in black had already died of anger, even the gods could not save him.

Fang Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly, and hurriedly walked to Garlic Nose again, and found that this person had already lost his breath, he was bent on dealing with the man in black just now, and his hands were really heavy, and he should have left this person's 'life'.

Now that the three of them are dead, there is no way to interrogate them. He had no choice but to walk to the man in black, squatted down and searched his body, and found that in addition to a stack of silver taels, there was also a tiger head waist card on his body.

This tiger head waist card is quite finely made, it is a bronze product, which shows that the identity of the man in black is not low, and then Fang Ling also found the same gold medal on the garlic nose and big eyebrows.

In the countries of the earth, all officials will have waist cards that match their grades, and the waist cards of these three people are by no means privately made, could it be that they have something to do with the government?

Fang Ling thought about it for a long time and didn't figure it out, anyway, the three of them were dead, so he didn't have to think about the problem of his identity being revealed, he put away the three waist cards and brought the soul sucking gourd with him.

After disposing of the three corpses, Fang Ling checked the powder in the waist bag they were carrying, and identified it as a very heavy "mystery" and "medicine", fortunately, Fang Ling carried with him all kinds of antidotes developed by Chen Mou, in order to cope with the need from time to time, he took out a suitable one and rescued several hunters to wake up.

Several of the hunters didn't know exactly what was going on, except that they suddenly got dizzy while hunting.

Fang Ling didn't say much, just said that he came here to pick herbs and "medicines", and accidentally found a few people here, and the hunters did not suspect it, at this time the sun had just set, and everyone looked for the mountain road together to Baishui Cliff, and returned to Beishan County along the way.

When Fang Ling came to the "medicine" shop, Song Ying'er was looking outside the shop, where had the passers-by seen such a beautiful beauty, and some people even stopped and looked at it, asking the people around him, when did there be such a "beautiful" woman in the county.

Seeing Fang Ling coming back from a distance, Song Ying'er suddenly "dewed" and "looked", but she suddenly saw the blood on Fang Ling's waist again, and hurriedly ran out of it, worrying: "Young Master, are you injured again?"

"Minor injuries. Fang Ling smiled lightly, this wound is indeed not big, but the ember of the garlic nose is stabbed on the soft underbelly, the bones and nearby meridians are all injured by the sharp qi of heaven and earth, and there is a faint pain all the way, if it is not for the natural healing ability of the Sun Melting Moon Solution, the blood is not so easy to stop.

Song Ying'er knew Fang Ling very well, and knew that no matter how seriously he was injured, he was still this understatement, so she couldn't help but sigh faintly, and wanted to help him into the "medicine" shop.

Fang Ling waved his hand, and at this time, Xiao Jin, who heard the movement, had already walked out of the shop, and said with a smile: "Fang Gongzi, you are back, Miss Song originally wanted to book an inn, but our family just has a vacant house, so you don't have to spend that money, if you don't dislike it, how about living in our house?"

"Then there's work. Fang Ling thanked him and came to the backyard of the shop, which was quite wide, with several houses and a few big trees.

Xiao Jin pointed to the two rooms on the side and said: "The one on the left is where my sister slept before she got married, and the one on the right is an empty room. ”

Pushed open the room and walked in, the room was deliberately cleaned, although the furniture was simple, but it was very clean, Song Ying'er lit the candle, closed the door gently, and then said: "Your Highness, you sit down, I will help you re-bandage the wound." ”

Fang Ling sat down, in the past three years, in addition to cultivating, he often collected "medicine" in the Shilong Mountain Range, in order to collect spiritual "medicine", he often had to take great risks, and occasionally encountered fierce beasts, so he also suffered a lot of injuries, and after each injury, Song Ying'er helped bandage and change the "medicine".

Fang Ling grew up in the cold palace with his mother since he was a child, and he has never been accustomed to having someone to serve him, but even he has to admit that Song Ying'er does have a hand in taking care of people.

She carefully untied the strip of cloth that wrapped Fang Ling's wound, brought warm water to clean the wound for him, and saw that the wound had healed, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and then took out the "medicine" ointment prepared by Chen Mou, and gently applied it to the wound on Fang Ling's waist with her slender fingers, and then tied a new strip of cloth for him, and when everything was over, she put on Fang Ling's clothes and tied a belt for him.