The gray-clothed young man suddenly appeared in front of the gloomy woods, and after releasing the fire-breathing steel tooth and red-faced flying head, he disappeared without a trace with the smoke man under everyone's noses.

Everyone was frightened and immediately wanted to rush over, but the bare-faced flying head circled around everyone, and began to spit fire continuously, and everyone dodged in all directions. I don't know, I thought I broke into the circus by mistake and was staging a fire-breathing scene.

Seeing that the fat man's neck was covered with blood, he immediately asked about his injuries, and he said that he only scratched the skin and did not tighten it. But I saw a lot of blood flowing, and I thought that the wound should not be shallow, but I was lucky that it didn't hurt the carotid artery.

Zha Ling'er quickly took out the bandage from the backpack and wrapped it around the fat man's neck, and the fat man grinned and said, "It's okay." ”

He quickly glanced at the direction where the smoke man had disappeared before, then glanced at the others, and then dodged as he moved towards the woods.

Soon, everyone successfully came to the place where the young man in black disappeared. But the dim woods were near, and the ground was as smooth as a mirror, and there was not even a single pothole, let alone a trap. The trees beside him were unusually silent, not even the sound of birds chirping and insects, only the gentle breeze blowing through the treetops.

How did the two of them suddenly disappear from everyone's sight like magic? But the magic leaves people with wonderful moments, in exchange for countless applause. But the two who suddenly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes only left the audience with dazed helplessness and infinite horror, and their backs were already cold to the depths of the bone marrow.

Ignoring everyone's horrified mood, the red-faced flying head continued to spew merciless flames. Everyone suddenly discovered it after realizing it. The gray-clothed young man had disappeared, and the bare-faced flying head could still attack on his own. Doesn't it need to be controlled by the head lowering master?

Impossible, don't you say

Hurriedly look around. Could it be that there are other people hiding in the shadows, overriding the flying head? Or is it that the young man in gray did not disappear in the real sense, but only disappeared from everyone's sight, for example, he covered everyone's sight, but in fact, he continued to control the flying head man around.

Thinking of this, he immediately asked Seventh Master Cha, is there any way to solve the obscure?

Seventh Master Zha immediately shook his head, I remember that the black dog's blood was splashed on the caster's body. You can solve the trick. But if it is really a blinding method, the gray-clothed young man is too terrifying, and it is incredible that he can bring the people around him into the blinding method together.

Seventh Master suddenly brought up the old things again, and talked about the things that the two of us laughed about before, that is, let me sprinkle some blood and give it a try.

Now, regardless of whether it is really useful or not, he immediately his finger with the vajra, and the blood droplets are scattered like raindrops. However, the bright red blood droplets turned into red dew drops on the grass. It has only become a sporadic ornament on the green grass. Then, Seventh Master's brows furrowed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Only the cigarette boy is different, and he is still an ordinary person.

After dodging the flames spewed out by the red-faced flying head. Glancing around, he muttered to himself, "It's not a phantom array, it's not a trick." ”

Hear this. The head suddenly buzzed, and the heart said: What's the matter? Why did Seventh Master Zha say this?

The blood was just dripping on the grass and didn't do anything. This proves that I am just an ordinary person. But as soon as Seventh Master said this, it was not that he decided that my blood was the same as that of the little brother who smoked, it was not that it didn't work, but that the surroundings were not violated by evil arts, so the blood would drip to the ground normally. Why did Seventh Master Zha say this, as if he knew my body better than me.

I just wanted to open my mouth to ask, but was interrupted by the flames spewing out of the mouth of the red-faced flying head, and then I remembered that I should solve the trouble in front of me first. But suddenly remembered what Seventh Master said just now, there is no illusion around, and it is not a trick, so how did the gray-clothed young man and the smoke-man suddenly disappear from everyone's eyes?

Thoughts turn a thousand times in the blink of an eye, just because there are too many unexpected, mysterious and terrifying things happening. Gather your mind, now you have to solve it first, this red-faced flying head who burned half of the corners of my clothes.

If they are in danger in normal times, they can still run while fighting, but now because they are worried about the disappearing smoke man, everyone will inevitably tie their hands and feet and dare not leave the woods near the earth cave. If this continues, the scope of the exercise is limited, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he immediately beckoned everyone to run down the mountain. Because, I believe in the strength of the smoke man, no matter how bad the situation is, he can get out safely.

Everyone ran into the woods down the mountain, and they were able to dodge effectively. The bare-faced flying head is like a red lantern, floating in the dark woods, emitting a red enchanting light.

The Flying Head Man is the top head lowering technique in the Nanyang Evil Arts, and it is difficult to think of a way to deal with it for a while, but I hate that I didn't have a good way to ask my master to deal with the Flying Head Man. Like a red ghost, the red-faced flying head man breathed fire at everyone from time to time, so that everyone's hair and clothes were spared, and it was difficult not to be burned by the flames that spit from his mouth. And Seventh Master Zha even said that this red-faced fire-breathing flying head man is the lowest level, and if it is a high-level flying head man, he will bite everyone's head off in a gust of wind. When I heard this, I really don't know if I should feel glad or not.

Running at high speed is no longer a problem for me these days. Running in the deep mountains all year round, on different bumpy mountain roads, I have long developed the extraordinary running ability to easily cross obstacles. But there were people in the team who soon ran out of it. While dodging the attacks of the flames, Zha Ling'er jumped out of the roots of the trees on the ground from time to time, and kept changing the direction of her running so as not to crash into the trees. For the average person, it is indeed too reluctant. Zha Ling'er doesn't know martial arts, and she's a girl, but because she has been honed by a long time of inverted fighting, her body is much better than ordinary people, but she can't stand it for so long, running on bumpy mountain roads. If I didn't pay attention for a while, my shoulder was suddenly jumped out from behind the tree, and I burned my shoulder, and I squatted on the ground in pain.

Before the flying head man spat out the fire again, I immediately used the vajra in my hand to block the red-faced flying head man from the front of Zha Ling'er. This is the first time to actively attack the flying head, as if touching the cowhide to make a ball of strange touch, full of toughness, similar to the maggot man's outer skin feeling. (To be continued......)