As long as there are people, there will be laws and regulations, there will be all kinds of regulations, cadres have cadres, peasants have farmers, and all kinds of organizations have their own corresponding regulations.

He Xianquan, a student who has just debuted, has experienced a lot, but in the face of a complex society, he seems a little immature.

Seeing that Sun Zhengyi used righteous and awe-inspiring regulations to trap him, there was no way at all.

Shi Jingjing, who was standing on the side, couldn't understand what was said between the two, and couldn't interject, so she could only stand and stare dryly.

"Hand over the peachwood sword in your hand, as well as the yin-yang ring and the lunar calendar watch in your hand, hey, this suitcase in your hand seems to contain a lot of things, and it won't be of much use to you in the future, bring them all to me." Take the initiative to hand it in, and I will intercede with the president on your behalf, and maybe I will only give you a punishment. Son Zhengyi's eyes lit up as he looked at the shiny peachwood sword, as if a gourmetie had met a delicacy.

Obviously, Sun Zhengyi knows a little about He Xianquan, otherwise it would be impossible to shake out his belongings like a few family treasures.

He Xianquan, who didn't have any right words, now his face sank, and he said: "I don't know your so-called regulations, you haven't made it clear that you destroyed Li Qianguo's soul, and you still want to accept my things, who gave you the power, and who made you unashamedly point fingers here, saying what about the regulations of the Ghost Catching Association and the like." ”

The fat on Sun Zhengyi's face trembled, snorted coldly, and said: "It seems that you want to rebel @, I will punish you now on behalf of the Ghost Catching Association, if you don't beat you to obedience, I'm afraid you don't know the truth that there are people outside the sky." After saying that, he pointed at the peachwood sword in his hand, and said something in his mouth.

He Xianquan didn't know what Sun Zhengyi was talking about, but his intuition made him feel dangerous, and the peachwood sword pointed at him was like a gun, which made him fearful.

Instinctively, he also showed his peachwood sword, pointed at Sun Zhengyi, and recited the demon killing spell in his mouth.

Son was sneering as he recited the incantation, apparently laughing at Ho Hsien-chuen's actions.

He Xianquan also knew the problem, the ghost killing spell was only for the soul that existed independently, and it should have no effect on people, otherwise it would not be called the ghost killing spell.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop or I'll call the police! Seeing that the situation was not right, Shi Jingjing shouted at Sun Zhengyi and walked towards him quickly.

Although Shi Jingjing was wearing high heels, her steps were very large, almost on tiptoe, and she rose again, obviously practicing some kung fu.

Sun Zhengyi snorted coldly, turned the tip of the peachwood sword pointing at He Xianquan, pointed it at Shi Jingjing, and said in his mouth: "Chill! ”

Seeing that Shi Jingjing, who was approaching Sun Zhengyi, suddenly stopped, her body also shuddered, her face became iron-blue, her teeth began to bump up and down, and she made a "got" sound, and a faint layer of hoarfrost appeared on her face.

Seeing this situation, He Xianquan had even forgotten to recite the ghost killing spell, and looked at Shi Jingjing who was frozen in amazement, and only after a second did he react, curse a dirty word in his mouth, and rushed towards Sun Zhengyi with a peachwood sword.

At this time, he couldn't care about any spells and spells, Shi Jingjing was attacked by the cold in order to help him, if he really lost his life, I am afraid he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"Little cub, you actually dare to confront the association, do you understand that you are looking for death?" Sun Zhengyi raised his foot and kicked He Xianquan's lower abdomen, kicking him out.

Son Zhengyi has a big waist and a round waist, and he is in the prime of life, neither strength nor skill can be compared to He Xianquan.

He Xianquan took a few steps back, and finally couldn't bear the pain anymore, let out a muffled snort, the peachwood sword in his hand had also been taken off, and the suitcase in his hand had also fallen to the ground.

Shi Jingjing's place changed, and she saw that the hoarfrost on her face began to melt, turning into drops of water flowing down her cheeks, and her eyes were also angry, and her body began to move slowly.

"Hey, I can't imagine that a mortal can get rid of the spell in such a short time!" Sun Zhengyi began to chant words again, and pointed the peachwood sword in his hand at Shi Jingjing again.

He Xianquan could hear it clearly, that Sun Zhengyi was reciting the mantra "Chill" just now, and the mantra he was reciting was the recitation of Yin Wen!

"Could it be that Yin Wen is the book of heaven in the world? Otherwise, why are all spells made up of yin? He Xianquan thought in his heart, but his movements did not stop, he touched a broken brick in his hand, endured the pain and got up from the ground, and rushed towards Sun Zhengyi again.

As the saying goes, the horizontal is afraid of the hard, and the hard is afraid of the dead.

At this time, He Xianquan showed a completely desperate appearance, his eyes were red, and he rushed over with a strange scream.

Before Son could finish his incantation, he was interrupted by his momentum, and he had no choice but to raise his foot and kick him again.

He Xianquan felt a huge force hit the same position again, and even heard a "click" from his ribs, but he didn't retreat, he endured this kick stiffly, hugged Sun Zhengyi's leg with his left arm, and smashed the brick with his right hand.

"Bang!" The brick hit his knee with a muffled thud, and then a scream came out, which was Son's voice.

Sun Zhengyi was extremely angry, and he didn't care about any rules, so he fanned the peachwood sword in his hand to He Xianquan's face.

"Smack!"

He Xianquan felt a pain on his face, and at the same time, a hot stream came out of his nose, and his eyes were full of stars, but this pain was also pediatric for him. The pain of the broken arm at the beginning, and then the pain from the soul when the ghost skin was fused later, which one is not far beyond the pain in front of you!

"Bang!" He Xianquan grinned miserably, and another brick was slammed on Sun Zhengyi's leg.

"Smack!"

"Bang!"

"Smack!"

……

He Xianquan didn't know how many bricks he had hit, and he didn't know how many times he had been hit, anyway, he couldn't feel whether his face still existed, and his ears only had the sound of "buzzing", and the other sounds were completely inaudible, his left arm hugged the leg tightly, and his right hand mechanically picked and smashed.

There was only one thought in his heart, that is, even if he tried his best, he couldn't let Sun Zhengyi recite another spell to hurt Shi Jingjing!

Sun Zhengyi kept howling, and the peachwood sword in his hand had been broken, so he had no choice but to keep kicking He Xianquan with his other foot, trying to kick him away.

But He Xianquan didn't know where he got the strength, and he was kicked countless times, but he still hugged his leg to death, and the bricks in his other hand kept smashing down.

"Get out of here!" Son Zhengyi put a foot on He Xianquan's face, and the sound of the collapse of the bridge of his nose came out clearly.

He Xianquan snorted, his left arm could no longer hold his thigh, and he let go, and his body leaned back, falling to the ground with a bang.

"You little bastard, you actually broke my leg!" Son was jumping on one leg, but the other leg was constantly swinging back and forth, completely out of control.

His face had turned iron-blue, and sweat was running down his cheeks, and it was clear that the pain was far beyond what he could bear. Blood continued to run down the trouser legs, soaking the shoes on the feet and finally onto the ground.

One leg was smashed by He Xianquan!

Sun Zhengyi is also very human, he endured the pain and jumped next to He Xianquan's peachwood sword, bent down and picked it up, his eyes already showed a vicious gaze, he spat at the side, and began to chant the incantation in his mouth again.

This spell is different from the previous "Chill", not only does it sound more complicated, but it is also much longer, and it is obviously a very powerful spell.

After the spell was completed, the peachwood sword in Sun Zhengyi's hand pointed at He Xianquan, and read in his mouth: "Seal the soul!" ”

At this time, although He Xianquan was knocked to the ground, his mind was still sober, and when Sun Zhengyi's incantation was finished, he felt a cold intention rushing towards his soul, making him feel cold in his heart. He knew in his heart that this cold was different from the "cold" that Shi Jingjing experienced just now, the "cold" made people feel cold from the outside to the inside, and the "soul sealing" should be aimed at the soul, so that people's souls were damaged by the freezing and thus sealed.

The spell "Soul Sealing" is specifically for people, once the soul is sealed, the person will become a thoughtless person, as for when it will be restored, it depends on the caster's thoughts and the luck of the caster.

Generally speaking, this kind of spell is used to teach the other party a lesson, and it will not really seal other people's souls, and after a long time, the seal will be automatically lifted.

But Sun Zhengyi already hated He Xianquan very much, and if it weren't for the fact that there is a law in the world, I am afraid that he would kill him immediately. Son Masayoshi used almost half of his mana to complete this spell, and if there was no external interference, He Xianquan would probably have spent most of his life in a state of idiot.

He Xianquan felt that his consciousness was a little confused, and his control over his body was reduced to a minimum, and in the end, he only had the ability to perceive, and his facial features were completely useless.

Sun Zhengyi looked at He Xianquan, who had not moved, sneered, walked out of the suitcase, opened the box, and there were many colorful small bottles inside. Hesitantly, he took out the white vial, looked at the words on it, but shook his head, opened it and sniffed it, and then poured the potion on the wound of the broken leg.

The scene of He Xianquan's demonstration at the flyover has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Son Zhengyi has also seen it from some videos, and has conducted special research on the videos, and he is even more blushing at those potions.

However, he does not have the ability to attack He Xianquan head-on, after all, this is in the world, although the magic is powerful, he is still a physical body, and if he is not careful, he will be caught, and finally end up in prison and eat his nest.

Son still has some research in magic, and as soon as he got his hands on the small white porcelain bottles, he knew that these bottles came from the underworld, and after opening the porcelain bottles, he smelled the pungent smell.

He had never smelled this smell before, but after smelling it, he judged that the potion was a miracle medicine that could heal wounds, which also came from the record of a book in his hand.

This kind of magic medicine only appears in legends, and it is impossible to exist in the real world, mainly because Yin and Yang Ke have not appeared in the world for many years.

The previous one was during the Republic of China, when a miracle doctor relied on the medicine in the wine gourd to treat bone injuries, as long as the medicine was sprayed, after a few days, the fracture and other injuries would heal.

Judging from the efficacy alone, the potion in the hand of the divine doctor is obviously not as effective as the magic medicine of the spring, and the more the divine doctor's potion is used, the less it is used, it is judged that the divine doctor himself should not be a yin and yang guest, it may be a coincidence that he got the potion from the hands of the yin and yang guest, which has made him the number one famous doctor.

The gourd ended up in the hands of a dignitary who was also the owner of a pharmaceutical factory, but the potion he had worked so hard to obtain did not make him world-famous, which made it even more certain that the potion in the gourd came from the underworld, because in the yang, a similar potion could not be made at all!

"Haha, Lao Tzu has sent it, there are so many healing elixirs, I don't know how much money I can exchange." Son smirked, his face full of greed.

"That's not your thing, put it down for me!" Shi Jingjing's voice sounded from behind him.

Son Masayoshi hurriedly jumped and turned around, but when he turned around, he found that Shi Jingjing had already arrived in front of him, and a huge pain came from his leg again.

"Ahh Son Masayoshi had never suffered such pain, and howled out like a pig.

It turned out that Shi Jingjing kicked the leg that had not yet healed, and the bones that had just grown were kicked and broken again.

Son kept backing away, and finally leaned against the car door, pointed at the peachwood sword in his hand, and began to chant the incantation in his mouth again.

Shi Jingjing was a smart person, so she naturally knew the power of the spell, and hurriedly rushed forward, she wanted to interrupt Sun Zhengyi before he finished chanting his spell. It's a pity that she has just been freed from the "cold", her body has not fully recovered, her muscles are very stiff, and the blow just now was also taken advantage of Son Zhengyi's excitement when he saw the magic medicine.

"Chill!" Son Masayoshi finally finished reciting the incantation when Shi Jingjing rushed in front of him, and a cold chill instantly surrounded her, and the surrounding air was also affected by the cold, as if it had solidified.

Shi Jingjing's body froze suddenly, a layer of white frost quickly appeared on her face, and a trace of fear appeared in her eyes, and the color of fear was fleeting, replaced by pain.

"You hateful woman, you dare to sneak attack from behind, see if I don't seal your soul, make you an idiot, and then sell it to the mountains to be a wife for those bachelors! Hum! Son began to recite the incantation of "Seal the Soul" again.

He Xianquan finally knew the power of "soul sealing", this spell is equivalent to the ability of grimace to absorb souls, which can make people lose their souls and become a blank person, the only difference is that soul sealing can be gradually unlocked with the weakening of spells.

"Maybe you can get some enlightenment from the 'Soul Sealing', so as to cure Hua Xiaoya." He Xianquan said in his heart.

Just now, when Sun Zhengyi cast a soul seal on him, he listened to the spell carefully, although he was very embarrassed, he still wrote down the seven, seven, eight, eight, and eight, if he listened to it again while Sun Zhengyi cast it on Shi Jingjing, maybe he could learn it completely.

But He Xianquan wouldn't do that, he wouldn't allow anyone to hurt the people around him under high-sounding excuses. In his words, although bad luck is riddled with bad luck, you must have the courage to fight against bad luck, and if you can't overcome bad luck, you will surrender it and turn bad luck into good luck!

This time, it was not He Xianquan who took the initiative to give up control of his body, but was sealed by magic, and he knew that from the moment he was sealed his soul, the fierce ghost in his grimace had begun to wake up.

"You're noisy! Where did my dream come true? A hoarse woman's voice came out of He Xianquan's body, the voice was like the cold air produced by thousands of years of ice, just listening to it can make people feel an irresistible chill!

Son was forced to stop half-chanting the incantation, and turned his head to look at He Xianquan, who had already gotten up.

He Xianquan's face was completely shapeless, his face was swollen like a pig's head, his two eyes could only open a slit, and his kicked nose was still bleeding. As if he didn't feel any pain anymore, he stretched out his tongue and licked the nosebleed, laughed, and put two little fingers into his nostrils at the same time, poked hard, and then pushed outward, and the cartilage of his nose was stiffly supported.

took a step forward, frowned again, tore his shirt at once, and inserted his index and middle fingers into his abdomen effortlessly, and pushed it outwards with all his might, only to hear two "clicks", and his ribs instantly returned to their original positions.

Sun Zhengyi's eyes widened and he looked at He Xianquan, his eyes full of surprise. In his eyes, although He Xianquan is a yin and yang guest, he has no ability to protect himself, and in front of him, he is like a bedbug, which can be crushed to death with one kick at any time.

What he didn't expect was that He Xianquan was full of ruthlessness, not only ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to himself. From smashing Son's leg regardless of his life, to supporting his nasal bone with his hands, and finally poking his fingers into his abdomen to restore his ribs!

Is this still human?! Beasts, purebred beasts!

Sun Zhengyi began to retreat in his heart, according to his previous experience, if ordinary people met him, they would have been scared a long time ago, and he didn't expect to meet two people who were not afraid of life and death at once today. Whether it is He Xianquan or Shi Jingjing, there is a ruthlessness in their bones.

Once there is cowardice in people's hearts, the ruthlessness in their hearts will subside until fear arises, and finally they run away in embarrassment!

Son's leg had not healed yet, he was jumping backwards on one leg, chanting the spell of "chill" in his mouth, he didn't want to subdue He Xianquan who came over, but just stopped him for a moment, so that he could have enough time to escape.

He Xianquan's eyes began to glow green, and his swollen face also showed a hideous meaning, his grinning mouth continued to flow blood, and his mouth kept emitting hey laughter.

"Blood, body, it really feels good, although it is weaker, it is better than nothing. I heard that you are from the Ghost Hunting Association, you open your mouth and close your mouth to talk about the rules, but you are secretly doing shady things, I don't understand why people like you can still live in this world. The fierce ghost in He Xianquan's body said.

Every step he took forward, it would bring incomparable pressure to Son, and the unstoppable momentum alone would make Son unable to raise his head.

Son's face became more and more ugly, as if he was carrying a mountain. He bit the tip of his tongue ruthlessly, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the peachwood sword, and the "chill" spell in his mouth had been recited, and the peachwood sword pointed at it from afar, and then he immediately turned around and ran towards his car.

It was a Lamborghini sports car, and if he got in the car, I am afraid that no one would be able to catch up with him!