The young man held the bronze mirror in his left hand, pinched out seven or eight strange magic decisions in his right hand, and whispered silently in his mouth.

With a soft sound, the dark red light in the bronze mirror flashed, and a fist-sized fireball erupted and shot quickly towards Guo Yang.

Guo Yang didn't dare to be sloppy, dodged with all his might, and his figure appeared a foot away, avoiding the fireball in a thrilling way.

With a loud bang, the fireball smashed into the snow and suddenly burst open, blasting the ground into a large crater.

When Guo Yang saw the majesty of the fireball, he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, and hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, little brother, don't play, I'll give you the bronze!" ”

"Hmph, it's late!" The young man snorted coldly, shook the bronze mirror in his hand, and was about to release the fireball again.

"Why are you so unreasonable!" Guo Yang was annoyed, fighting with the cultivators, and if he was not careful, he might be killed. He couldn't understand how a cultivator could run out to rob, shouldn't they be high or secluded in seclusion?

Seeing that the young man sacrificed the second fireball, Guo Yang used the cool breath in his body, and used the set of exercises passed on to him by his father, and a flicker appeared on the left side of the young man. Another flicker, to the right of it.

The young man's control of the bronze mirror didn't seem to be very handy, and he had to cast two or three breaths to release a fireball, coupled with Guo Yang's quick dodge, the second fireball smashed into the snow again, exploding a large crater several feet in size.

Looking at the wisps of green smoke coming out of the big pit, mixed with a weird dark red, Guo Yang's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but secretly regret that he shouldn't have completely annoyed this evil god.

He originally thought that this young man was an ordinary martial arts practitioner, and he was confident that he could deal with it, but unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be a cultivator, which made Guo Yang a little dumbfounded.

If he used those three sword moves, Guo Yang was seventy or eighty percent sure that he would be able to defeat this young man, and he might also be killed by surprise. But Guo Yang's mind turned around, and he didn't dare to use those three sword moves.

Without him, Guo Yang was worried that the young man's senior might be nearby, and if he killed the young man, he probably wouldn't have any good fruit to eat.

"I'm a businessman, I can't do this loss-making business!"

Guo Yang had a certain idea, and he used his best to use his quick moves, blindly dodging, and did not confront the young man head-on.

It worked.

When the young man released the fourth fireball, he was already a little exhausted, his little white face was flushed, and a thin bead of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"You're a fool! Stinky boy! The boy stomped his foot and cursed, pinching once more to release the fireball.

"What did I do? You're a madman! Guo Yang's heart was on fire, and he was able to avoid the fireball that made his heart tremble, and with a dodge, he reached the young man's side.

In the movement of the body, Guo Yang had already adjusted his breathing.

Inhale.

Exhale and replace the knife with a fist.

Inhale and swing your fists.

Exhale and close your fists.

"Bang-" As soon as there was a sound, the boy was beaten out three or four feet, rolled on the ground a dozen times, and then stopped, lying on his stomach in the snow, and he didn't move.

The corners of Guo Yang's eyes twitched twice, and he said in his heart: "It's not good, it's too heavy, didn't you beat a cultivator to death?" ”

He hurriedly ran over, stretched out his hand to turn the young man's soft body over, and said, "Hey, don't play dead." ”

The young man's face was sallow, his eyes were closed, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. However, the breathing was long, and it seemed that he was only injured, but his life was not harmed.

Guo Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and helped the young man to sit up.

Suddenly, Guo Yang smelled a faint fragrance, and he couldn't tell what it tasted like, but he just wanted to take a deep breath, and his whole body would be comfortable.

Guo Yang found that this fragrance was emanating from the young man, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and said in his heart: "This guy is so bored, he actually uses spices to dye his clothes!" ”

Just when Guo Yang was disapproving, the young man slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself reclining in Guo Yang's arms.

"Smack"

With a crisp sound, Guo Yang was defenseless, and he was slapped in the face, which hurt hotly.

"You ......" Guo Yang was furious, and he kindly helped him up, not only was he not grateful, but he also started beating people!

Guo Yang pushed hard, and the young man "ouched", and fell on the snow again, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining a large patch of snow red.

Guo Yang's heart softened, looking at the thin and weak appearance of the young man, he sighed and said, "I'll help you up, but don't hit me in the face anymore." ”

Reaching out to support the young man, he beckoned Anu who was standing in the distance to come over, rummaged a small bottle in the merchant's burden, and poured out a pale cyan pill.

"Come, swallow the medicine, and the injury will be relieved." Guo Yang himself felt a little inexplicable, he was desperately working just now, but in a blink of an eye, it became like this!

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were almost unable to open, but his mouth was still unrelenting: "Who eats...... Yours...... Stinky medicine! ”

"This is the healing pill that my father left me, named Yuqing Dan, the healing effect is excellent, I am easily reluctant to use it myself!" Guo Yang said, putting the pill to the young man's mouth.

"Fuck off, stinky...... Rogue! Get rid of your stinky medicine! The young man wanted to push Guo Yang away, but the injury was too serious, and with a slight effort, there was a sharp pain in his chest.

Guo Yang looked at the young man's grinning appearance in pain, and said viciously: "Lao Tzu doesn't look at you with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, you don't look like a bad person, this punch is not seventy percent of the strength." Kindly let you swallow medicine to heal your wounds, and you are still chattering endlessly! ”

Guo Yang pinched the young man's cheeks, and with a little effort, he pried open his mouth, ignoring the young man's struggle, and threw the pill directly into his mouth.

"It's useless to struggle, I milk the lamb, that's how it works, and I don't believe you're disobedient!" Guo Yang estimated that the pill had already melted, so he let go of his hand.

"You...... Bastard! You're bullying me! The boy was seriously injured, and he kept scolding, and a few tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, fell in the snow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Guo Yang was embarrassed, wanted to let go, and quickly left the place with Anu, but he was a little worried about the young man's injury.

After all, he was still relatively clear about his punch, fortunately, this young man was a cultivator, and he should have cultivated a relatively high-level body protection technique. If it was an ordinary martial arts practitioner, if he was hit by his fist instead of a knife, it is estimated that half of his life would be lost.

"How are you feeling? If...... It's okay, I'm leaving. "Guo Yang can't see others shed tears, especially this kind of person who looks white and clean, thin and weak.

"You bastard! You're a wicked person! You should get out of here! The boy burst into tears and cursed.

"Why are you unreasonable? It's you who robbed me! Guo Yang was annoyed for a while, and he also opened his mouth and roared angrily, and he was about to let go.

"You stinky, you ...... What kind of fist is that, so hard, do you know? You've hurt me, you bastard, you stinky! The young man struggled to break away from Guo Yang's arm, slowly got up, shook his body, and fell down again.