When Wu Ming stood still, the ghost-faced man had already come to the side of the three masters, and a gloomy voice sounded from under the mask: "Three wastes, even a teenager can't deal with them, what do you want! You, go deal with that man, you two wastes will get out of the way and stay for me." ”

The only master who was not injured by Wu Ming did not dare to slack off, and immediately attacked Chen Kui, and the ghost-faced man shifted his gaze back to Wu Ming's body: "The martial artists in the rivers and lakes, few people can take my flying needle and be unharmed, I see, you are not a small grandmaster of the third grade at all." ”

Wu Ming didn't say much, just put on a fighting posture, the other party thought that he was not a third-grade little grandmaster, but the flying needle that the other party just now, where could a fourth-grade martial artist send it, the other party must have some special method to improve his skills.

A first-class master is not terrible, Wu Ming is afraid of this kind of opponent who can't see through the reality, never knows what the opponent's backhand is, once on the battlefield, he has the experience of being suddenly broken out by a small soldier, pulled off the horse, and almost killed.

"Hehe, it seems that he is also a decisive person, so let's do it, if you are willing to submit to my Qingshi Village today, how about I let you live? In the future, we will work together to achieve great things and enjoy glory and wealth, why not be happy?" The ghost-faced man was still trying to win over Wu Ming, but Wu Ming no longer had the patience to be bored with him.

With a wave of his hand, the broken sword in his hand was thrown, and the whole person followed, the ghost-faced man's face changed slightly, he didn't dare to slack off, his body was crooked to dodge the broken sword, and Wu Ming, who chased after him, jumped into the air is a whip leg and pulled it down violently, the ghost-faced man folded the fan and blocked, and the horses under him couldn't bear such a force, and knelt on the ground on all fours, and swallowed his breath with a wail.

Wu Ming didn't give up, turned around with his strength, and kicked the other foot towards the other party's chest, and the ghost-faced man hurriedly used a folding fan to block it, but he was still kicked out four or five meters away, and his legs dragged on the ground, bringing up pieces of dust.

When Wu Jing wanted to continue the pursuit, he suddenly stopped his steps, his two eyes looked ahead incredulously, and the dust in front of him slowly dispersed, revealing some embarrassed ghost-faced people inside, a long robe was torn, and half of the ghost face on his face was cracked.

He got up from the ground with difficulty, and then took off the mask on his face and threw it aside, his rather handsome face was full of gloom, and he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the aura of the whole person began to slowly become stronger.

And all this in Wu Ming's eyes, but not just that, from the moment the ghost-faced man stood up just now, wisps of transparent gas began to appear in his body from the dantian, spreading to every part of his body.

Wu Ming knew very well what it was, it was the mysterious gas that appeared inexplicably in his body, he once thought that that thing was only his own, but he didn't expect that here, such a gas also appeared on the body of a bandit, which made him begin to wonder what this gas in his body was.

It's just that the other party didn't give him so much time to think about this matter, after the ghost-faced man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body moved and came to his side, and there was a faint halo wrapped on the raised fist, Wu Ming knew the horror of this mysterious gas, and he didn't dare to take this punch without authorization, so he had to quickly dodge it.

The ghost-faced man missed, obviously with some small surprise, and did not rush to attack, stopped and looked at him and said: "Yes, you can actually dodge my attack even when I use my aura, I am really more and more interested in you, boy, you seriously consider whether to join my Qingshi Village." ”

Wu Ming frowned, the aura in the other party's words should be the mysterious gas in the body, but the aura is not something that only those cultivators in the legend have, why do you have it in your own body, could it be that your own "Blood Devouring Technique" is a practice practiced by cultivators?

"Hey, uncle, that gas in your body is aura? In this case, are you a legendary cultivator?" Wu Ming asked lightly, but his body did not relax, he was still in a state of preparation, this time if he didn't use that mysterious gas, I am afraid that he would not be able to defeat the person in front of him.

"Of course, I'm a cultivator...... Slow down, boy, what did you just say, you can see the aura in my body?" The ghost-faced man looked at Wu Ming with a look of seeing a ghost, which made Wu Ming a little strange, could it be that this aura is invisible to others or what, if so, how can he see it?

Seeing that the face on the other side was getting more and more gloomy, Wu Ming already had the answer in his heart, this ability to see aura, it seems that not everyone really has it, it seems that he can't talk about this aspect casually in the future.

"Boy, let me ask you again, are you willing to go to Qingshi Village with me?" The ghost-faced man stared straight at Wu Ming, and after seeing Wu Ming not say a word for a long time, his eyes began to be ruthless.

"Since you don't want to go with me, then don't blame me for being unkind, I can't tie you back, I can only kill you and never suffer in the future!"

The moment the aura was mobilized on the other party's body, Wu Ming had already seen the direction of the opponent's spiritual power, and easily dodged this attack, the other party did not give up, mobilized the aura of the whole body, and kept chasing after him.

And Wu Ming also saw the clue, when the other party wants to make a leg, the aura will mainly condense near the leg, as for whether it is a side kick or an upward kick, etc., it can also be roughly seen from the position of the aura in the leg.

It is precisely because of this that Wu Ming can always dodge one step ahead of the other party, and in the process, he saw that after each attack, the opponent's aura will be less, and after one attack, there are only about three-quarters left.

After many attacks to no avail, the ghost-faced man immediately distanced himself and continued to confront Wu Ming: "You guy, you can really see the direction of the flow of aura in my body, otherwise you can't expect my attack position every time, I ask you one last time, would you like to follow me to Qingshi Village?"

Wu Ming felt a little ridiculous, what kind of confidence did this guy threaten himself to let himself go to that bluestone village, his attacks could all be seen in advance, and his hole cards, the other party had not seen it.

From the very beginning, he has always dealt with him in the state of a martial artist, but the aura in his body has not moved at all, and his aura seems to be different from the other party's, not only more than the other party's, but also looks purer than the other party's.

Wu Ming shook his head lightly, after many years of martial arts, coupled with battlefield battles, he is used to being taciturn, plus his personality is a little introverted, and he doesn't like to use words to describe all the things that can be clearly expressed with actions.

"Okay, then I'll leave you today!" The ghost-faced man's third attack, when he already knew that it was impossible to capture Wu Ming alive, chose a different way of fighting than just now, he didn't make a move immediately, but made a strange move.

The ghost-faced man took a horse step, his body was sideways, the folding fan was pinched in his hand and placed on his chest, in Wu Ming's eyes, he had already seen that the other party's aura began to converge in his hand, this time the convergence was not directly converged, but after flowing around in the body before reaching his hand.

Wu Ming frowned, like this, it seemed that he was going to attack with his fists, but the other party didn't get close to him, and he couldn't hit him, could it be that he was attacking himself with a flying needle in the folding fan?

It's just that the flying needle has a flying process, and he can completely dodge it, even if the power in his hand is great, the flying needle that attacks in a straight line just needs to avoid it to the side, there is no need to worry too much, in his eyes, the other party is just doing a meaningless thing.

Just when Wu Ming was silently calculating in his heart, the aura that the ghost-faced man gathered in the palm of his hand suddenly spread to the folding fan, and the ghost-faced man waved his hand violently, and the flying needle in the folding fan flew towards him like a rainstorm.

He never thought that there would be so many flying needles hidden, and the speed of the flying needles was beyond his imagination, at this time, it was too late to think about what to dodge, he could only use his skills immediately, and use the golden bell cover of Jianghu martial arts to resist.

And at this critical time, he subconsciously mobilized the aura in his body to run according to the method of martial arts, and suddenly, a faint circle of light immediately appeared around his body.

The flying needle hit the aperture and did not attack it, but the huge power from the flying needle still made Wu Ming's body fly out involuntarily, narrowly avoiding the attacks of those flying needles.

However, the attack of the ghost-faced man was far more than that, the aura gathered on the soles of his feet, but this time he did not rush up directly, the trajectory of his body movements was very strange, even Wu Ming could only see the blurred figure of the other party, and the flow of aura in his body.

It's just that it's one thing to be able to see, and it's another thing to want to know what the other party is going to do, the ghost-faced man's actions are completely irregular, sometimes near and sometimes far, sometimes left and sometimes right, he has to immediately get up from the ground and guard the other party with his whole body.

Suddenly, the ghost-faced man stopped behind the left side of Wu Ming's body, and slashed down at his shoulder with a folding fan in his hand, although it was a folding fan, but Wu Ming's intuition told him that the current folding fan was tantamount to a long sword out of the sheath.

hurriedly performed light skills and left, taking advantage of this gap, he also quickly looked back at the ghost-faced man and wrote down all the direction of the aura in the other party's body.

From the moment those needles flew out, he discovered the special effect of this aura, which can have different effects through different operations in the body, which is much better than the effect of directly blessing the aura on the body, and correspondingly, the depletion rate of the aura is much faster.

The folding fan didn't hit the ground, but a crack about two or three meters long had already appeared on the ground, and the snowflakes on the ground were shaken up and flew around, this power, even ordinary first-grade masters couldn't reach it, the cultivator was really powerful! Wu Ming sighed silently in his heart.