At this moment, many things changed. This change is recessive and on the surface it looks as usual, but with a little catalyst and a gentle finger of the ......

Everything can become unpredictable.

For example, the joke man spilled a bucket of blood at this time, and while he was scrambling to clean up, he also had to accept the verbal bombardment of the gloomy man.

"Are you going to get it!"

"You can be wrong about this little thing?"

As he spoke, the gloomy man was about to step forward and beat him up, the joker man he had been looking at unpleasantly, and as a result-

A kick on the blood came up with a gorgeous flat fall.

Yes, you read that right, a person in the early stage of the foundation building period actually fell on the ground! Is it a shame to say it, is it a shame to lose it?

Anyway, the gloomy man feels ashamed.

He was now covered in blood, dripping blood staining his body red, a drop of blood streaked across his black robe, flowing along the lines, and ticking—

Dripping on the ground.

The gloomy man's face was now as red as the blood on his body, and he felt so restless that he angrily slammed his fist on the ground:

"What the fuck is going on?"

No one could tell him.

Now the only joker he could talk to was like a stuffy gourd, scrambling to clean up the blood he had spilled, and he didn't have time to make small talk with him.

"Alright." Wen Jin, who was secretly observing in the corner, breathed a sigh of relief, then crossed his legs and sat down.

"Now...... Let's wait and see what happens. He thought.

This sitting is an afternoon. The sun is rapidly setting from the center of the sky to the west, the sunlight is getting weaker and narrower, and the color of the atmosphere is gradually darkening......

The sun is setting and the evening is coming.

Wen Jin's patience is very good, very good, because-

No matter who has been haunted by bad luck for more than 100 years, what they do and what they don't succeed in, they will definitely be patient, right?

Don't talk too much, it's a history of blood and tears, and you're going to shed tears.

This afternoon, Wen Jin spent the afternoon constantly observing the movements of the man in black. When your butt hurts, you stand up, and when you get tired of standing, you sit down, and so on, as always.

And what are the men in black doing that he observes?

This afternoon, in Wen Jin's field of vision, the men in black created five blood pools, each of which was filled with blood, and a formation was kept in it.

Frankly speaking, Wen Jin had never seen such a grand formation in his previous life and in his life. The five bloody hellish formations were condensed and reduced by two men in black—mostly joking men—and kept in five pools of blood.

This gave Wen Jin a clear idea of what they were going to do, and shuddered at the size of what they were trying to do.

Frankly speaking, Wen Jin wanted to slip away like this more than once, because this matter was probably not something that he, a junior monk in the middle of the Qi cultivation period, could handle.

However, he didn't go in the end.

I don't know what the reason is.

Maybe it's because you have some expectations for the results of luck absorption...... But is that all?

Well, it's possible.

In this way, Wen Jin was in anxiety, his hands clenched his fists and loosened, clenched and loosened, and his palms were full of sweat.

I can't help but be nervous, now it's a small Qi cultivation period monk facing two foundation building stage monks, and the pressure is huge!

At this point, it was even worse.

Wen Jin's body began to flicker, from transparent to solid, and from physical to transparent, very unstable.

Critical situation! After maintaining it for an afternoon, Wen Jin's Hidden Thunder Technique had bottomed out his spiritual power, and the Hidden Thunder Technique itself was on the verge of disappearing.

The eyes of the gloomy man in the courtyard who was napping against the wall opened suddenly, and there was a flash of essence in them. He lowered the arms that were wrapped around his chest, and his face was hideous.

"You feel it, right?" This is asking the joke man.

The joke man was debugging the formation in the blood pool with a little processing: "Well, I understand." ”

Gloomy man: "......" just can't get by, right?!

He turned his head and pouted: "Forget it, in your stubborn eyes, I don't think I can feel anything." ”

Immediately, he smiled hideously: "But I feel it...... Somehow, a little mouse got in! ”

He twisted his neck, and his neck rattled: "I'm so excited!" Let's have fun......"

The gloomy man stepped forward, broke away from the wall he was leaning on, and strode towards the courtyard gate.

And what about Wen Jin at this time?

He was hurrying along the wall, and before he could even cancel his footsteps, he kicked and turned the corner, leaned back against the wall, and covered his mouth in a panic.

And then...... With his other hand, that is, the one wearing the Qiankun Ring, with a wave, a bottle of Qingdan swirled out of the Qiankun Ring.

Holding it in the air with one hand, he picked the cork off the bottle, and poured it directly into his mouth without caring about wasting it.

The spiritual power continued to pour out from the dantian with the Qingdan entering the abdomen, and it quickly made up enough for Wen Jin.

Wen Jin sealed with both hands, and whispered in his mouth:

"Tao, Law, Nature, and Nature......"

"Heaven, earth, return, hidden!"

"Hidden Thunder!"

His body, with it, became transparent again. Wen Jin exhaled, the crisis was temporarily resolved, and now, it was up to the men in black to react.

The gloomy man quickly walked to the gate, he patrolled left and right, and then scanned the audience with his divine sense.

The street was bleak, the breeze was coming, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground, the wind was blowing, and the gloomy man's heart was cold.

Not a single one.

Gloomy man: "......"

"Forget it."

He casually turned around and walked back into the courtyard.

However, where others can't see, the corners of the gloomy man's mouth are hooked:

"Can you shield your senses, are you a monk...... Interesting. ”

The gloomy man walked back into the courtyard, next to the wall, and he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and resting.

It's not that the gloomy man underestimates the enemy, but that he has plenty of confidence in his own strength. They from the organization have better exercises and stronger spiritual power, and these are enough to distinguish him from ordinary foundation building period monks.

To put it simply, he's strong enough!

And the gloomy man knows it. If it is a monk who cultivates more advanced than them, it is okay to break through directly, there is no need to be so sneaky.

In other words, this "little mouse" hidden in the shadows, in the mouth of a gloomy man, does not have enough confidence to defeat them.

With this alone, the gloomy man has the confidence of a master!

And in fact, it is true that Wen Jin currently does not have the confidence to compete with the monks of the foundation building period in the middle of the Qi cultivation period, so he has to be an old yin B in the dark.

That's just for now, though. Wen Jin has plenty of self-confidence, as long as he is given time, he will definitely be able to surpass these two men in black!