The refined little guy who turned around and left suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a guest in the front hall, and after putting the Xuanjing, he ran over to inspect it, the front hall was empty, and he didn't care too much about it, after all, today's harvest was almost comparable to the sum of the Xuanjing he earned in the previous ten years.

And thinking that although there are still two percent that have not yet arrived, they will definitely be more abundant, and turned around and went to sleep beautifully.

Wu Chen, who was lying on the bed, did not worry about the imminent "danger" at all, and kept thinking about the Xuanshi cultivator who was talking about in Sanxiu's mouth as a woman in white, and Wu Chen was almost certain that the woman in white was Wu Ling who left the Wu family alone.

But what Wu Chen couldn't figure out was why the other party left, why he appeared in Devil's Horn Mountain, and did weird things, could it be that there really was something very attractive to the other party in Devil's Horn Mountain, or did Wu Ling recover any memories and remember.

Wu Chen shook his head again, because of the news he heard from Sanxiu's mouth, Wu Ling seemed to be the same Wu Ling who had been following him like a blank sheet of paper before.

"It's really worrying!" Wu Chen looked up at the wooden roof with visible lines.

Suddenly, there was a sound of thin footsteps, which Wu Chen was keenly aware of, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

A bright yellow rectangular tissue paper suddenly floated into the crack of the wooden door, and the maroon rune was faintly visible, it was a rune, and the rune lay silently on the wooden floor like a feather, and the maroon rune flickered slightly

Runes and formations are somewhat similar, even gradually, ordinary Xuan Xiu wants to become a formation monk, the first step to do is to try to draw runes, calligraphy and painting runes on special paper, after the runes are completed, dare to try to engrave the formation runes, and finally be able to skillfully form a formation rune one by one, and become a high-status formation mage, but the formation monks will always be just a handful, and countless people will stop at the rune master.

Therefore, a formation mage must be a rune master, and a rune master is not necessarily a formation mage.

Floating into the room was a misty rune, which was said to be unavoidable under the Xuan General, and it was treasured by the short-haired man for many years, and this time it was specially taken out in order to be foolproof.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and the fog in the room had lifted, and the short-haired man still stopped outside the door, and the other three were slightly anxious.

The short-haired man said in a deep voice, "Wait, the rune power is about to fully attack." ”

Several people had to hold back and wait for the short-haired man's order.

After another quarter of an hour, the short-haired man who had been counting the time got up and gently pushed the wooden door that had not been closed before leaving.

Wu Chen in the room was already snoring and snoring, looking very comfortable.

Wu Chen wasn't pretending to sleep, but he hadn't seen the short-haired man break into the door for a long time, and he hadn't thought about using force to resist the mist runes, and the power of the runes that slightly invaded his body and a faint tiredness struck, so he fell asleep!

The short-haired man still had some doubts, because the effect of the mist rune was to make people fall into a coma, not a deep sleep like Wu Chen, but it was still attributed to Wu Chen being a martial artist.

Everything went as smoothly as the short-haired man had envisioned.

Wu Chen was restrained by the four of them, lifted them gently, and carried Wu Chen to a miscellaneous forest not far from the post station on a bright moonlit night.

Randomly swept out an open space and put Wu Chen on it, and the short-haired man stepped forward and carefully groped Wu Chen's whole body.

The short-haired man had a gloomy face, because Wu Chen was covered in purple Xuanjing, and he didn't even notice the green Xuanjing.

The short-haired man stared at Wu Chen's plain face, secretly doubting that it could be really blind. However, when he thought of Wu Chen's various behaviors, he overturned what he thought in his heart.

The casual cultivator on the side was also anxious, and suddenly thought of something and said to the short-haired man: "Could it be that this kid brought a magic weapon engraved with mustard seed formations?"

The short-haired man also suddenly realized, yes, it must be so!

The short-haired man was too lazy to grope for himself, so he took the cold water that had been prepared on the side a long time ago and poured it on Wu Chen's face.

The coolness woke up Wu Chen's good dream, and Wu Chen, who opened his eyes in a daze, felt that his current situation was really a little crying and laughing, and his heart seemed to have no less than 10,000 horses galloping.

But just when Wu Chen was about to settle accounts with the four people in front of him, the short-haired man took the first step to speak: "Tell me boy, where are you hiding the mustard seed vessel?"

Wu Chen couldn't hold back, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Hahaha!" The laughter resounded in the silent woods, lingering for a long time.

The short-haired man had a black face, and the other three also surrounded him.

He pulled out a short blade with a severely worn handle from his waist, intending to teach Wu Chen a lesson.

But halfway through the knife, he stopped in place, looking down, Wu Chen didn't know when he broke free of the shackles and clamped it on his wrist.

Wu Chen smiled and suddenly exerted force, and the crisp sound of broken bones sounded, and then the short-haired man held his broken wrist and screamed in pain.

Seeing that the short-haired man's other hand was about to hold the big knife at his waist, Wu Chen smiled and handed out a seemingly soft but unusually fast punch to the other party's chest.

The fingers of the short-haired man who had just touched the big knife and let go of it, the figure did not move at all, but he lay down in a daze, staring at the sky, the surface was uninjured, the internal organs were shattered, and there was no life.

He was only half a step away from entering the Xuan General, and the short-haired man with a great future died like this, and his death was unknown.

Wu Chen looked at the other three with a smile again, like a demon who had just opened his bloody mouth.

Without waiting for the three of them to beg for mercy or struggle senselessly, Wu Chen threw two punches one after another, and the two scattered cultivators fell in response, and their deaths were exactly the same as those of the short-haired man.

The only remaining casual cultivation is the middle-aged casual cultivation that tells the strange story of Magic Horn Mountain.

The middle-aged Sanxiu body trembled slightly, and he had not yet recovered from the sudden changes, and he who had been rolling flesh on the tip of the knife for many years only felt a burst of fear at this time.

How could he have thought that Wu Chen, who looked harmless to humans and animals, would be so terrifying.

At this moment, the middle-aged casual cultivator was a little resentful of the short-haired man who had died.

An unknown bird cried in the woods, afraid that the sky was getting brighter.