A short moment after Qian Lang finished speaking, he saw three monks descending from the sky. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info their body is very good, Qian Lang's spiritual sense has just felt their existence, and the three of them came over.

"Where are you going to escape!"

It was a Nanban monk with a crown of horns on his head. The two men beside him were dressed differently from the man, one of them wore a headscarf on his head, while the other wore a bun.

It can be seen that they are not the same tribe. And people from three different tribes can actually appear together, and only among the Annan tribe in Andongyang can this scene.

When Duyesha and Thackro saw the monk who spoke, their faces were as dead as ashes.

"Xiao Ye! This person's name is Saiouhua, and he is an outstanding cultivator, and he is the third-ranked monk of the Annan clan. Sacro frowned and said uneasily to Qian Lang, "We are not this person's opponent, Du Yesha is incapacitated, we can't last long, so Xiao Ye, you better leave first, they are looking for us, and it shouldn't hurt the innocent." ”

"You go first, it's enough to hold a cup of tea. After speaking, Qian Lang snatched the pill from Sacro's hand. Then he turned to Duyesha's side.

"Come, open your mouth!" Qian Lang said to Du Yesha.

At this moment, the three monks pounced on the six monks of Sacro and Duyesha.

Seeing that Qian Lang was not ready to leave, Sacro immediately said to several monks around him, "Everyone, Master Xiao seems to be helping to heal, let's go and resist for a while!"

The monks looked at each other, nodded, and then greeted them together.

In this regard, Sail immediately snorted coldly, and then said disdainfully, "Hmph!

Although Sacro was also a monk in the foundation building period, the four monks around him were only in the Qi refining stage. The three monks of the southern tribe of Bi'an are in absolute disadvantage. Because the three monks of the Annan clan are all cultivators in the foundation building period.

They were about to pounce on them, but when they saw Thackro and the others coming up, they all froze and waited for them to arrive.

When the distance between the two sides was less than five feet, the Annan monk wearing a cloth towel suddenly recited a mantra, and then took out from his storage ring something like a kettle, sewn from the horse's stomach.

Then he picked up the kettle and poured it hard. Then he began to seal with both hands. His mudra was formed quickly, and it was cast in an instant. Then he placed his index finger in front of him.

Finally, with a "poof!", he squirted out the liquid stored in his mouth. The watery liquid suddenly changed color when it touched his index finger. It has changed from a colorless transparent liquid like water to a deep purple color that looks a little dull.

At this moment, Thackro and several monks around him happened to come to them. They didn't seem to be familiar with the turban-wearing monk of the Southern Barbarians, because the liquid that the Southern Barbarian monk squirted out of his mouth was actually sprayed all over them.

After the four of them came into contact with these dark purple mist, they couldn't help but suddenly feel a strong burning sensation coming from their skin.

The four of them immediately hid their faces and screamed, in pain. Then they all fell to the ground, and then struggled desperately, rubbing their skin the ground.

"Ah...... What's wrong with my face, how does it feel like it's burned!" said one of the Frontier tribesmen, screaming in pain.

At this time, Duyesha, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help but ask them with concern, "Thackro, what's wrong with you, what's going on?"

Qian Lang was originally helping Du Yesha to reset the joint, but seeing that Du Yesha was so excited and her legs and feet were also moving, it was a little difficult to start.

"Hey, don't move around, okay!" Then, Qian Lang glanced at Sakoro, and then shook his head helplessly and sighed, "It's really useless, but he is also a monk in the foundation building period, and he can't even last for such a short time." ”

"What do you bastard know? This Saiouhua is the third most powerful monk under An Dongyang! You can do this, why don't you go? You know that you are gloating there! If we lose, you will definitely die!" Du Yesha said angrily to Qian Lang.

"You said that your mouth is so powerful, how can any man dare to ask you in the future?" After a pause, Qian Lang said, "If you want me to help, you can give me the secret book of the Spirit Grass Cultivation Technique." ”

Duyesha said angrily, "Do I have a man to ask for, what does it matter to you?"

At this time, the monk with a turban beside Sailouhua had already pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and then he was about to go to kill Sacro and several other monks from the border tribe.

However, Saiouhua suddenly patted the man on the shoulder, and then took out another round quartz bottle that was the thickness of a finger, about an inch long, and transparent throughout. The bottle was filled with an unknown white powder.

"The remnant of the side died too happily, and scattered this bone-eating scatter on it. With that, Sailor handed the quartz bottle to the man.

At this time, Qian Lang couldn't help frowning and said, "What a ruthless person, you can kill people even if you kill someone, why torture people again?"

Then, Qian Lang asked Du Yesha at this time, "Why don't you take it out quickly? ”

Obviously, Qian Lang was familiar with Bone Eater, and he also knew what the effect of this medicine was.

"I don't have the Spirit Grass Cultivation Technique you said!Really!I haven't learned that secret technique at all!" Du Yesha cried on the spot.

By this time, the monk wearing a turban had scattered the bones on several people's bodies. And the several monks who were screaming incessantly stopped screaming at the same time after they came into contact with this white powder.

Their bodies began to twitch violently, their eyes began to roll white, their legs stretched straight, and their mouths foamed wildly.

"That's it, it's too late, I'll send them away first, and then I'll talk to you about the Spirit Grass Cultivation Technique. ”

Undoubtedly, what Qian Lang said couldn't help but make Saiouhua feel as if he had heard an extremely funny joke.

"What kind of evil has I encountered today? Are all these arrogant and ignorant people?"

Qian Lang ignored him, he just got up slowly, and then summoned a red pill bottle from the storage ring. Then he poured the contents of the vial into his hand.

It contains a thick, yellow liquid similar to honey.

Qian Lang kneaded the viscous liquid with both hands, and then came to Thackro's location.

The monk wearing a turban, after seeing Qian Lang's actions, couldn't help but feel very angry, and even tried to stop it.

However, Qian Lang didn't look at him at all, he just waved his hand casually, and then summoned a long sword from Lingxuke.

Ever since the sword appeared, it began to condense its aura. As soon as the monks of the southern tribe of Na'an approached, the long sword suddenly became dazzling, and then everyone present only felt a wave of qi erupt from the long sword.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the tip of the long sword erupted with a powerful force, heading straight for the chest of the monk wearing the turban.

In an instant, the monk's chest was pierced with energy, and a stream of blood gushed out.

At this time, after seeing this, Sai Ouhua couldn't help but suddenly be frightened and said, "Run! This person is a monk in the Dan stage!"