"You used those scriptures to fool around for a while, Sister Chunyu, are you sure this thing is seriously injured?" Bing Lian commanded on the spot, judging the situation in her heart at the same time.

Of the five soul light clusters, only this one came out. The four hidden in the back were motionless, two looked nervous, and two looked even more frightened. Considering the attack methods of the four types of magic, only the air type magic can be attacked with a simple 'no vision'. So on the whole, can it be inferred? Of the remaining four, only two were accomplices of the black-robed man in front of him, and in addition to one eight-ring qi magician, the other was also seriously injured and unable to make a move.

If so, there is not necessarily no hope of victory.

"Of course it's a serious injury, otherwise I would have been flying out like a ball. ”

"Do you think you're sure of beating this one?"

"You can give it a try. Chunyu replied immediately, his eyes shining with excitement and belligerence.

"In terms of qi magic, I'll leave it to your husband. Binglian continued.

At this time, the situation on Jiao Ming's side is quite funny. If Butterfly, who can understand two languages, is present, I am afraid that it will be laughing too much. The seriously injured black-robed man of the Nine Rings on one side asked all kinds of questions and tried to cooperate. But Jiao Ming responded with the ambiguous conviction in the "Ancient Tree Sutra".

Between the questions and answers, if you carefully distinguish the truth, there is naturally no logical relationship. Coincidentally, in the hearts of the black-robed people, the awe that they have cultivated since childhood in the "Ancient Tree Sutra", as well as the decline in emotional intelligence caused by a little concentration on cultivating magic and studying the teachings.

This is as if a person who has been influenced by Buddhism, Taoism or even Confucian classics since childhood, when faced with a charlatan who simply quotes scriptures to answer questions, and is bluffed by 'how to say how to do' or 'how to do the great way', he will automatically consciously make up the answer to the question in his brain, and deeply think that the other party is a 'master'.

However, Jiao Ming has no talent for language, and although he has lived in Divine Grace City for a short time, he can't speak much. The scriptures are only three or five sentences, so they can only deal with three or five questions. If there is a car rumbling word, I am afraid that no matter how stupid people are, they will feel that the taste is wrong.

At this time, I heard the conversation between the two daughters, and confirmed that the fight was about to start. At first, I was relieved that I didn't have to continue the awkward conversation, but then I became nervous again, and the problem was even bigger, okay.

"Hey...... Wait, I said two, do you really want to fight?"

"I don't think the other party is going to let us go. Binglian snorted lightly and took a half step back towards the door.

Sure enough, it was like a signal. Not only did the space fluctuate violently again, but the black-robed man of the Nine Rings was also slightly stunned, and in a reminder from the crypt behind him, he punched him.

The spring rain was prepared for a long time and immediately caught up. Ice Lotus and Blue Sea Star rushed forward to participate in the battle together, and considering that Jiao Ming was also the core combat power, Ice Lotus had no more explanation: "Showing strength and letting the other party have scruples is the most efficient way to leave." ”

Jiao Ming was stunned for a moment, and the words 'peace through war' came to his mind. And this slight sluggishness, the three of Ice Lotus had already completely fought with the black-robed man of the Nine Rings, and the fluctuations in the surrounding space also broke through the threshold, and a large number of spatial cracks appeared, shrinking towards the center.

Obviously, in the case of the start of a hot war, talking more nonsense is the worst choice to confuse the morale of the army. It is an appropriate decision to try to gain an advantage in the battle situation in order to gain more right to speak.

Thinking like this, 'It's terrible to have a bunch of reckless teammates,' Jiao Ming woke up the madman's personality and asked him to engage in melee combat, while he concentrated on battling the opponent's qi mage in the surrounding space. In this way, it is in a sense that distraction is the meaning of duality.

In this way, in the small foyer of this black inn, in the stunned and shocked question of the black-robed man, the five of them were in a ball. Just three or two of them, the opponent's black cloak was knocked off, revealing the figure of a middle-aged man.

With short gray hair, a shaved nose and cheeks, he is an old handsome guy overall. The clothes on his body were tattered and ragged like beggars, revealing shining muscles.

The most striking part was a fist-sized penetrating wound in the lower abdomen, which had stopped bleeding but was not bandaged, revealing wriggling flesh buds. This made Jiao Ming's eyelids jump, reminding of a powerful villain in a martial arts movie who was cut into a skeleton and almost wiped out the protagonist's team.

"Hit him in the waist. Chunyu shouted, made a flash, and came to the opposite direction with Jiao Ming, forming a front and back attack.

This Jiuhuan suddenly felt the pressure soaring, and shouted again and again, not daring to do more to keep his hand, which can be regarded as giving up the possibility of continuing peace talks. But it is not so easy to get back from a disadvantage. Instead, under the fierce attack of the four people, they slipped in a worse direction.

But Jiao Ming's qi magic is not optimistic. Jiao Ming even had a feeling of being completely suppressed at the technical level when he practiced with his own master. However, in some details, you can feel the sluggishness of the opponent's movements, guess that the opponent is also injured, and feel deeply gratified.

After five or six minutes of fighting, he dodged and exchanged punches and kicks, almost smashing the little foyer. Binglian felt that the timing was about the same, so she first opened her mouth to remind Jiao Ming Chunyu, who was attacking inside, to find a way to come out, and then gestured with Lan Haixing with a look.

Blue Haixing comprehended the spirit, took the initiative to attack and sell the flaws, and created opportunities at the cost of one arm. Chunyu erected his palm as a knife and pierced the penetrating wound of the opponent's waist and abdomen. Jiao Ming negotiated the conditions with the madman's personality to prevent this thing from suddenly changing hexagrams and making trouble.

Seeing that the situation had changed, the middle-aged man of Jiuhuan frowned, and after momentary hesitation, he let out a loud shout, and the magic power poured into his whole body. The body, which was originally the brightness of the bedside lamp, suddenly flashed with a strong light, and its strength suddenly increased by a sudden lift. A hand that grabbed Lan Haixing's shoulder squeezed it hard, completely eating the 'battle fruit' sent to the door, and the arm that was entangled with the ice lotus shook it back half a step and was able to let go, and then threw it back violently, hitting Chunyu's forearm.

Chunyu gritted his teeth and made a trade-off, exchanging the minor injury of a broken arm for the serious injury of the other party's waist and abdomen that was completely open to aggravate the injury, and only infused the water magic into the arm, causing a strong glow that did not lose the opponent.

Almost at the same time, Jiao Ming and Ice Lotus tacitly worked together to communicate with the earth-based magic medium, strengthening the condensate armor on Chunyu's arm. Since the soul fragments are from the same source of small poems, although they interfere with each other slightly, the benefits are still greater than the losses.

For a moment, this small foyer seemed to be lightning on a rainy night, suddenly bright as day. Immediately after, there was a loud bang.

Under the effect of suddenly becoming stronger by three points, the middle-aged nine rings are one line faster after all. Before Chunyu's arm was completely inserted into the penetrating wound, he smashed it horizontally into his arm. Although the danger of completely opening the waist and abdomen was avoided, four deep blood marks were also scratched by Chunyu's fingers, revealing the slightly turned out muscle tissue.

Chunyu did not achieve the goal, but it did not suffer a big loss. Under the protection of the condensed armor, the arm that was hit was not bent, and judging by the pain, it was at most a bone crack. And under the deliberateness of Jiao Ming and Chunyu, they have returned to the square at the door of the small foyer, which is the same as the situation of one against four at the beginning of the war.

This time the injuries were exchanged, and the two sides tacitly agreed to stop their guard, catch their breath and heal.

The middle-aged Jiuhuan touched his waist and abdomen with one hand, and the four blood marks immediately stopped the bleeding. Jiao Ming knocked his heel and pushed the broken arm of the blue starfish to the battlefield, so as not to be further damaged and unable to catch it. Chunyu was holding the place where the arm was hit, and a large patch of purple was reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the mouth was unpleasant:

"If the old lady came down with a knife, she would have chopped this goods into meat puree. ”

... Yes, yes, what about his meow's weapon? He was so excited that he forgot to do such an important thing. What about Lao Tzu's forty-meter-long enchanted broadsword?...

... When did we have that kind of weapon...

Jiao Ming retorted angrily in his heart, and reminded Chunyu in his mouth: "If it is so simple to bring a weapon, the other party will definitely bring a better one." ”

"Don't be noisy, continue with the kind greeting. Binglian tried her best to calm her tone, so as not to cause misunderstanding on the other side, and continued: "Slowly retreat, if the other party doesn't stop it, we don't want to make unnecessary moves." ”

It's exactly the same as before, but because of this fight, the other party obviously became estimated. The middle-aged water-based magic warrior of the Nine Rings stared on guard, and turned his head to speak to the crypt behind him, obviously asking for advice, but he didn't get an answer.

Seeing this, the two underground alien boys and Hicks who were huddled in the corner naturally comprehended, and slowly moved towards the door. And at the moment of exiting the door of the black inn, Jiao Ming frowned and looked into the depths of the crypt.

"What?" asked Binglian.

"Spatial teleportation, three high rings. ”

"My lord, there is a strange frequency of vibration on the ground, and the situation on the street is not right. An underground alien teenager who had retreated into the street reminded.

A few people who had been staring at the middle-aged people in the Ninth Ring Road tilted their heads slightly, and found that this street seemed to be a snack street in transit by the city management.

"Damn, is this attracting the attention of the higher-ups of the underground alien race?"

"Obviously, quickly disguise yourself and withdraw. Binglian said urgently. Although this is only a chance, it is better than the appearance of a human being.

Blue Haixing comprehended the spirit, took the initiative to attack and sell the flaws, and created opportunities at the cost of one arm. Chunyu erected his palm as a knife and pierced the penetrating wound of the opponent's waist and abdomen. Jiao Ming negotiated the conditions with the madman's personality to prevent this thing from suddenly changing hexagrams and making trouble.

Seeing that the situation had changed, the middle-aged man of Jiuhuan frowned, and after momentary hesitation, he let out a loud shout, and the magic power poured into his whole body. The body, which was originally the brightness of the bedside lamp, suddenly flashed with a strong light, and its strength suddenly increased by a sudden lift. A hand that grabbed Lan Haixing's shoulder squeezed it hard, completely eating the 'battle fruit' sent to the door, and the arm that was entangled with the ice lotus shook it back half a step and was able to let go, and then threw it back violently, hitting Chunyu's forearm.

Chunyu gritted his teeth and made a trade-off, exchanging the minor injury of a broken arm for the serious injury of the other party's waist and abdomen that was completely open to aggravate the injury, and only infused the water magic into the arm, causing a strong glow that did not lose the opponent.

Almost at the same time, Jiao Ming and Ice Lotus tacitly worked together to communicate with the earth-based magic medium, strengthening the condensate armor on Chunyu's arm. Since the soul fragments are from the same source of small poems, although they interfere with each other slightly, the benefits are still greater than the losses.

For a moment, this small foyer seemed to be lightning on a rainy night, suddenly bright as day. Immediately after, there was a loud bang.

Under the effect of suddenly becoming stronger by three points, the middle-aged nine rings are one line faster after all. Before Chunyu's arm was completely inserted into the penetrating wound, he smashed it horizontally into his arm. Although the danger of completely opening the waist and abdomen was avoided, four deep blood marks were also scratched by Chunyu's fingers, revealing the slightly turned out muscle tissue.

Chunyu did not achieve the goal, but it did not suffer a big loss. Under the protection of the condensed armor, the arm that was hit was not bent, and judging by the pain, it was at most a bone crack. And under the deliberateness of Jiao Ming and Chunyu, they have returned to the square at the door of the small foyer, which is the same as the situation of one against four at the beginning of the war.

This time the injuries were exchanged, and the two sides tacitly agreed to stop their guard, catch their breath and heal.

The middle-aged Jiuhuan touched his waist and abdomen with one hand, and the four blood marks immediately stopped the bleeding. Jiao Ming knocked his heel and pushed the broken arm of the blue starfish to the battlefield, so as not to be further damaged and unable to catch it. Chunyu was holding the place where the arm was hit, and a large patch of purple was reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the mouth was unpleasant:

"If the old lady came down with a knife, she would have chopped this goods into meat puree. ”

... Yes, yes, what about his meow's weapon? He was so excited that he forgot to do such an important thing. What about Lao Tzu's forty-meter-long enchanted broadsword?...

... When did we have that kind of weapon...

Jiao Ming retorted angrily in his heart, and reminded Chunyu in his mouth: "If it is so simple to bring a weapon, the other party will definitely bring a better one." ”

"Don't be noisy, continue with the kind greeting. Binglian tried her best to calm her tone, so as not to cause misunderstanding on the other side, and continued: "Slowly retreat, if the other party doesn't stop it, we don't want to make unnecessary moves." ”

It's exactly the same as before, but because of this fight, the other party obviously became estimated. The middle-aged water-based magic warrior of the Nine Rings stared on guard, and turned his head to speak to the crypt behind him, obviously asking for advice, but he didn't get an answer.

Seeing this, the two underground alien boys and Hicks who were huddled in the corner naturally comprehended, and slowly moved towards the door. And at the moment of exiting the door of the black inn, Jiao Ming frowned and looked into the depths of the crypt.

"What?" asked Binglian.

"Spatial teleportation, three high rings. ”

"My lord, there is a strange frequency of vibration on the ground, and the situation on the street is not right. An underground alien teenager who had retreated into the street reminded.

A few people who had been staring at the middle-aged people in the Ninth Ring Road tilted their heads slightly, and found that this street seemed to be a snack street in transit by the city management.

"Damn, is this attracting the attention of the higher-ups of the underground alien race?"

"Obviously, quickly disguise yourself and withdraw. Binglian said urgently. Although this is only a chance, it is better than the appearance of a human being.

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