The long-bearded old man is none other than Luo Mingjun, who healed Yangzhong's injuries. He accompanied Yang Zhong to find Ximen Jing, not to help his friends.

There is a saying that the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. This Mr. Luo is also a master who cannot afford to make a profit.

Before coming, Yang Zhong promised to take revenge and take Ximen Jing's soul by the way, and all the spoils belonged to Luo Mingjun, which impressed Luo Mingjun, who coveted the straight knife.

People are old and spirits, and horses are old and spiritual. Luo Mingjun has lived for such a long time, and he has long been a delicate character, and he has made complete preparations this time, not only to ensure that he returns with a full load, but also to prevent Yang Zhong from biting back.

Hearing that Yang Zhong asked for help, Luo Mingjun, who originally planned to do it when the spirit weapon appeared, was not good to continue to watch. secretly scolded Yang Zhong in his heart, and he couldn't even clean up the two juniors. In fact, he wronged Yang Zhong. So far in the battle, the reason why Yang Zhong is tied is because he is not used to missing an arm, and the most convenient weapons are the bone needle and the natal immortal, and the third is that he has lingering palpitations about the knife and does not dare to let go of his hands and feet. The trouble caused by the flames and bullets is secondary.

Luo Mingjun raised his index finger and flicked it, and a wisp of extremely thin white smoke shot out from his fingertips, and it went straight to the little hot girl outside the circle like lightning.

Although it was smoke, it was extremely fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, it hit the forehead of the little hottie who was busy changing the magazine, and the white smoke dispersed with a pop, enveloping the pretty face that could be broken by blowing the bullet. The little hot girl didn't even make a sound, her legs were weak and she lay down, curled up on the ground like a beautiful snake, and there was no movement.

At this time, Ximenjing's attack, which had lost long-range support, was in short supply. Yang Zhong was free of harassment like a fish in water, and in the blink of an eye, he regained the advantage, he saw the opportunity, and with a strange cry, a big hand stretched out from the sleeve of his robe, like an eagle's claw grabbing the Ximen Jingmian Gate. At this time, he only had one hand left, and he couldn't do it the last time he fought against Gao Yong, while using a secret weapon to use a trick, he could only use stupid methods to hit the opponent.

Ximen Jing looked carefully, and the faint blue light emanating from the other party's five fingertips was very conspicuous in the dark night, and at the same time, a fishy wind was blowing in his face. Poisonous, the Earth Immortal Gate reveres the snake as a god, and most of its attacks are poisonous.

Seeing that the opponent's palm print was gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, Ximen Jing shook his hand and played out the five bone attachment needles that had been prepared for a long time, intending to fight poison with poison. The reason why he only used the bone needle at this moment was that Ximen Jing was worried that the other party was the original owner of the needle, and if he had a way to control it, the needle would be given away in vain as soon as he made a shot.

Five bone needles, like five white lines across the night sky, weave a thin net to block the poisonous claws.

Yang Zhong grabbed it with his backhand, and those bone attachment needles were just like the nest of a milk swallow, falling into his fingers and being firmly clamped. He was stunned for a moment, then his palm shook in front of Ximen Jing's eyes, and he laughed: "Playing with flying needles in front of the old man is equivalent to playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and Confucius sells articles at the door, just to return the goods to the original owner, and the rest will be handed over obediently, so that you can die a happy death." ”

Ximen Jing laughed wildly and said, "The rest is here, watch the goddess scatter flowers!"

Yang Zhong really thought that he was going to use the technique of the Heavenly Maiden to scatter flowers and throw all the bone needles together, so he hurriedly took half a step back, staring intently, waiting for the flying needles to arrive.

Who would have thought that Ximen Jing didn't throw anything, but pulled the spiritual energy thread attached to the needle. Yang Zhong suddenly felt that the needle in his hand was alive, as if he was not catching a needle, but a few loaches that were slippery and did not leave his hand.

It's too late, it's too soon. The five bone needles broke away from Yang Zhong's palm and went straight to his chest. The palm of his hand was too close to his chest, and the flying needle was coming in an instant, and Yang Zhong didn't have time to dodge it at all, so he could only straighten his chest and take this move hard.

There was only a series of ding-ding sounds, and none of the five needles fell, but they fell on his chest and clothes, pierced deeply, and then bounced out as if they had touched some hard object and fell to the ground.

Yang Zhong also pinched a cold sweat, fortunately the snake armor was tough and blocked the bone needle, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the poison of the eye snake, and this time he would completely steal the chicken and rice.

Without waiting for the bone needle to land, Ximen Jing stepped forward, stabbed with a knife in one hand with his right hand, and controlled the bone needle with his left hand to attack the back of the opponent's head.

Luo Mingjun, who was watching from the side, frowned, and said in his heart, this kid is very weird, so far I can't tell which branch of the Xuanmen he is, the knife technique is still upside down, and the ability to control the flying needle with one hand is amazing, and he will be caught and tortured later, this person has a lot of secrets, even if he uses the soul searching method, he will not hesitate.

Ximen Jing planned to take advantage of his illness to kill him, but the knife was like an electric move, and the flying needle was ghostly and did not attack from the side. Yang Zhong, an unlucky bastard, turned into a disadvantage again, and he was so anxious that he screamed wow, and he didn't even take advantage of sending a few talismans, but was almost blinded by a flying needle.

At this moment, Yang Zhong's thoughts were surging, and a little fear arose in his heart. The kid in front of him, a few days ago, was played with by himself, only a few days, he has grown so fast, not only is he extremely quick to respond to the enemy, his moves are ruthless and sophisticated, but he can even control the flying needle of the door, and if it takes time, I am afraid that it will not take a face to clean up the old man.

When facing the enemy, in addition to being bold and careful, a brave spirit is indispensable, and the most taboo is timidity, once you lose your courage and fighting spirit, you will definitely lose. When Yang Zhong was thinking wildly, Ximen Jing made a move to tease the yin knife from the bottom up, opening his clothes, revealing a snakeskin vest he was wearing, if he didn't have this treasure, this knife would definitely disembowel him.

Even if he wasn't injured, Yang Zhong was extremely embarrassed, screamed, turned around and ran. Five flying needles followed closely, and Ximen Jing ran fast with a straight knife, trying to catch up to pick melons in the back of his head, and picked the melon seeds in the old donkey's head.

The monk who was about to become a monk of Jindan Dacheng was made like this by a hairy boy who didn't know where he came from. Luo Mingjun really couldn't stand it, his figure flickered between the two, his hands shook, and the sleeves of his robe danced like a windmill towards Ximenjing.

Originally, Ximen Jing planned to break them all and deal with this bearded man after cleaning up Yang Zhong. I didn't expect the two of them to be shameless, the two of them have been cultivating for almost a hundred years together, and they joined forces to deal with a junior who had not cultivated for twenty days, and they didn't have any face.

Ximen Jing scolded secretly in his heart, he was not scolding others, but the chick, this time he came to Liumang Mountain, no matter how coercive and tempted, it was unmoved, this guy was deceived once and learned to behave. If it comes along, plus one hundred and eight bone attachment needles, why worry about not being able to deal with two old men.

The sleeves of the robe flew in, and Ximen Jing immediately restrained the momentum of the forward rush, beckoned to take back the flying needle, and concentrated on dealing with Luo Mingjun's offensive.

At this moment, a string of footsteps sounded, and someone shouted: "Who is putting the gun!"

Here comes the helper!

ps: It's late for the update, I'm sorry!