"This murderous ......"

When Zhan Wuzha was lamenting that Ning Caichen actually had an almost unforgettable memory, he heard the sound of swords entering flesh from the sound of the roaring rain, as well as the roars and begging for mercy of several people, and naturally sensed the strong murderous aura.

"That Xiahou swordsman?"

A thought flashed in Zhan Wuzha's heart, and he didn't care much about it, but Ning Caichen was trembling, and if he didn't agree with him, he would pull Zhan Wuzha together and run away.

I saw a square-faced man with a sword, chasing and killing six or seven people who fled in a hurry and begged for mercy, but listening to the conversation, a few people stole the square-faced man's body, and was chased and killed like chopping melons and vegetables, almost one sword.

Zhan Wuzha's eyes swept away, and he could roughly see that the strength of the square-faced swordsman was not weak, and he had about a thousand catties of strength, and the speed of the sword and the attack was extremely fast, and it seemed that there was internal force in his body.

The murderous spirit is strong, but there are few resentments.

Zhan Wuzha looked at it, but he didn't pay too much attention, knowing that this square-faced swordsman was the Xiahou swordsman, Ning Caichen was so frightened that he stood aside and hugged his book basket tightly.

In a short time, the Xiahou swordsman had already killed the thief and retrieved his money bag.

In the grass shed, there is only one stone table and two stone piers, which are places for pedestrians to shelter from the rain and rest.

The Xiahou swordsman naturally sat on the empty seat unceremoniously, ate steamed buns, and saw that one of the scholar-like people was swallowing saliva, and did not speak, took out two steamed buns, shook his hand, and accurately threw them into the hands of Ning Caichen and Zhan Wuzha.

Ning Caichen, who was swallowing saliva, was not ambiguous, took the steamed bun in his hand, looked at the swordsman, and ate the steamed bun in his hand in a daze.

But it was Ning Caichen who saw Xiahou swordsman eating steamed buns just now, so he took out a piece of dry food from the book basket, the dry food that was harder than a stone almost didn't break his teeth, so angry that he threw the dry food out and broke a knife on the ground.

Then it attracted the Xiahou swordsman to look sideways, and there was an incident of throwing steamed buns.

"Looks like a hot-faced guy......"

Zhan Wuzha thought like this in his heart, silently peeled off the steamed buns, and ate the steamed buns, but his mind was wondering whether this Xiahou swordsman was on the way to become the number one swordsman in the world, and when he met Yan Chixia, he was better than him, and then he kept pestering to defeat Yan Chixia.

Or after becoming the number one swordsman in the world, he was defeated by Yan Chixia, which entangled Yan Chixia?

Zhan Wuzha felt that it was still the former that was the most likely, but it didn't matter, the important thing was how strong the tree spirit monster was, his true qi and mind qi attack, whether the female ghost and the tree spirit would be immune.

"Nian Qi is the power of thought, and it may be able to cause some damage to female ghosts!"

Zhan Wuzha thought about it, and was a little unsure, and suddenly knew that he had to make more preparations.

Suddenly.

"Or ......"

A thought came to Zhan Wuzha's heart, if he awakened the qi of this Xiahou swordsman, and then once the Xiahou swordsman failed to challenge Yan Chixia and encountered the tree spirit monster, if he could cause damage to the tree spirit, he would also know a thing or two in advance.

Although this is an idea of benefiting others and himself, he still feels a little ashamed, but he thinks that if he can't return, that is the biggest guilt, and the big guilt suppresses the little shame, and he is also a little calm.

What's more, the power and speed of the blessing of the mind qi wrapped around the body may not be able to escape the trapping and killing of the tree spirit monster.

Subsequently.

Zhan Wuzha took out three bacon breads from his backpack, handed two of them to Ning Caichen and Xiahou Swordsman respectively, and said at the same time: "Please! ”

Ning Caichen took the bread and thanked him again and again, Xiahou swordsman did not twist, took the bread and nodded, the two tasted it, and they both ate several bites, their eyes seemed to be shining.

"It's delicious!" Ning Caichen and Xiahou Swordsman admired almost in unison.

"Hometown food, delicious, and a little sweet!"

Zhan Wuzha said with a smile, but in his heart he was thinking about how to convince Xiahou Swordsman, after all, awakening his mind qi was part of his plan.

Subsequently.

Zhan Wuzha made up his mind, first to take the lead, so he urged the thought qi to concentrate in his hand, and then released the thought qi to form a volleyball-sized appearance, threw it gently, and then slammed a punch on this thought qi ball.

But in Ning Caichen's eyes, he only felt that his scalp was numb, and he had a sense of crisis when he saw a fierce beast, and he also saw that Zhan Wuzha seemed to be playing with the air.

But in the eyes of the Xiahou swordsman, he felt that at this moment, the strangely dressed man in front of him exuded an extremely dangerous aura, and even held an object in his hand, although he couldn't see it, he felt that it was an extremely dangerous thing.

Naturally, mortals who have not awakened their Nian Qi will not be able to see the energy of Nian Qi, but that kind of super-dangerous aura will definitely not deceive people.

"Boom!"

I saw a forest 100 meters away burst in response, debris flew, and the air waves from the smoke and dust even forcibly blew away the majestic rain, and it didn't take long for the majestic rain to drown the smoke and dust debris.

Xiahou Swordsman roughly counted, at least dozens of trees were destroyed, which if it were him, to put it bluntly, it would be enough to wipe him out hundreds of times.

Ning Caichen froze in place, looking incredulous, he was so strong with a punch in his hand, could it be the legendary hollow splitting palm, which made him surprised and trembled a little.

However, when Ning Caichen thought that Zhan Wuzha was quite kind, and he had taught him astronomy quite patiently before, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and at the same time, he was secretly praising it, and he was also envious of being so strong that he was not afraid of those robbers and bandits.

"I don't know the name of this swordsman!"

Zhan Wuzha asked with a smile, although he could pretend to be a big god by shouting the word "Xiahou" directly, but he had not yet become a god and had not been a ghost, so he naturally would not pretend to be a god to make a ghost.

"A certain Xiahou, what do you have to say!"

Xiahou Swordsman knew that it was not an illusion that gave him a fatal crisis, and he knew that he was probably not an enemy, and if the other party did not kill him, he must have something to order.

"You help me with something, I'll pass you this trick! How to"

Zhan Wuzha said in a deep voice, and there seemed to be a trace of undoubted in his words.

"If you want to kill, you have to listen to it, why bother me."

Xiahou Swordsman's words were very tough, he knew his own ability, although he suspected that it was witchcraft, but he had never heard of a monster that dared to come out in broad daylight, and the other party's strength was very strong, how could he need his own help.

"There are ghosts and thousand-year-old dryads near Lanruo Temple, and I want to ask you to help you kill that ghost or thousand-year-old dryad."

Zhan Wuzha directly stated his purpose, and he was not afraid that Xia Hou would not agree, unless he didn't go to Yan Chixia to compete in martial arts, or even if he didn't agree, so as not to lose his life.

"Nonsense, there are really ghosts in Lanruo Temple, how could that guy Yan Chixia stay there!" Xiahou Swordsman didn't believe it, but he still knew that Yan Chixia had been hiding in Lanruo Temple for a long time, and if there were really ghosts and tree demons, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

"Brother Zhan, Zi Bu is silent, there are no ghosts in this world!" Because of Xiahou's words, Ning Caichen seemed to have strengthened his courage and said with Douyin.

"Do you really know Yan Chixia?"

Zhan Wuzha raised his eyebrows, and there was a strange tone in his inquiring words.