Just as Wu Qiufang hesitated, a tall man squeezed out of the crowd, he was dressed in silver-scale armor and had dark skin, perhaps because of his burly figure, he looked a little older than Qiufang. The little soldier also ignored it, and rushed straight to the middle of the wind and the fortune teller.

"Huh? How do I feel that I have seen this person. Qiu Fang saw a person suddenly popping out of the field, and asked in surprise.

"Why, who do you see are acquaintances?" Fu Zhi looked at her little brother's silly cuteness, and couldn't help but joke.

Wu Qiufang touched his head embarrassedly, and didn't know how to justify, so he had to keep his mouth shut.

"Whether it counts or not, is my father's freedom, this young lady is really too domineering!" The young soldier said bluntly, his voice a little hoarse and low, but he could hear the anger that was suppressed inside.

Qiu Fang listened to his words and guessed that this was the son of a fortune teller.

"Yes! When my uncle and I entered the city, he let us in!" Qiu Fang suddenly realized, he was very impressed by the first Los Angeles person he saw that night, although he didn't see his face clearly, but he remembered the sound in his heart, and for a while he couldn't help patting the fragrant shoulder of the girl next to him.

"A mere gatekeeper dares to yell at Miss Ben?" Feng Suixing saw that someone was talking against him, and he was even more angry, and he raised his right hand to slap him.

The young soldier was also well-trained, reacted extremely quickly, and stretched out his hand to block in front of him, while Feng Suixing's palm stopped in the air. She raised her eyebrows, a chill flashed in her phoenix eyes, and she scolded: "You dare to block? Take me in the face, that's your blessing! ”

"It doesn't matter who you are, this Los Angeles is the Los Angeles of the people, neither surnamed Mo nor Feng, let alone the eldest lady, what if you are an eighty or ninety-year-old old lady? Besides, I am a soldier appointed by the king of the town, and it will not be your turn to beat me! The young soldier did not back down at all, his cold face was slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth even had a little sneer.

"I know who I am, and I dare to speak out, and I don't know how to lift!" The words moved, and the wind kicked away with the star, this kick did not use mana, but the cultivator was several times stronger than ordinary people only in the flesh, and the speed was unguardable.

She kicked on the armor, even though the iron armor was the body, and the young soldier was also shocked back by the strong force, stretched out his arm and grabbed the stall on the side, and only then did he barely stand on his heels.

"Qinglin! Forget it!" When the fortune teller saw that his son wanted to touch the stone with an egg, his eyes were full of panic, and he went up to support the young soldier, and persuaded worriedly, his voice trembling.

This kick, it hurts, it hurts. The young soldier breathed a sigh of relief, endured the pain and anger, and stubbornly squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Dad, I'm afraid that what they will do, and they dare to kill people in the blue sky and daylight?"

After that, he shouted at the crowd again: "Miss Mozong is going to kill someone again today!" ”

"What do you mean?" When the wind followed the stars, he was even more furious. In the blink of an eye, she laughed strangely again: "Then I'll kill you today!" ”

Usually how dare anyone talk to Feng Suixing like this, as soon as her voice fell, she raised her left hand slightly, flicked the jade carved earrings hanging in her ear, and the pendant moved in response, dripping a black ink from between the gaps.

When the ink first touched the ground, it disappeared like a fish into the sea.

After only a moment, it was like a mountain of water flooding the gold, with the drop of ink on the ground as the center, and the black and translucent ink gushed out from a radius of a few feet, spreading in all directions without stopping, and during the process, a fountain of ink gushed out, holding the wind a few feet higher with the stars, making her stand above the heads of everyone around her, posing in a condescending posture.

"Sister!"

The young man behind Feng Suixing called out when he saw this, but was shouted by Feng Suixing, "Get out of the way!" ”。

The floor of the bazaar was constantly eroded by ink, and even the soles of their shoes were soaked with ink even under the feet of the two Dongjimen, who were a little further apart. At first, I watched the lively idlers and vendors know that the big thing is not good, and they scatter one after another, and they don't even dare to ask for their own stalls, for fear of being drawn into this imminent fight.

The people in the city know that this wind is crazy with the stars, but they don't recognize people.

"What is this?" Qiu Fang was surprised and surprised, he stared at the ink under his feet, first raised his right foot, saw that the ink was dripping, and then put his foot back into the ink, his heart was puzzled.

"Ink is the weapon of the Mo Sect, these people of the Mo Sect always like to hide a drop of ink in an inexplicable place, some in the book, some on the clothes, and some in the shoes, which is not too dirty." Fu Zhi knew what Qiu Fang was wondering about, and explained with a look of disgust.

"Why did a drop of ink come out of nowhere?" Qiu Fang is still puzzled, he is only proficient in runes, and he cultivates the way of the sword, and there are many sects in this world, there are demons, there are monks and Taoists, and there are countless spells they will have.

Fu Zhi groaned slightly, shook his head and said, "The ghost knows what method they used, anyway, it takes a drop to become a river, and when it doesn't take time, even the sea can be stuffed into their strange containers." ”

Qiu Fang nodded when he heard this, he was a little anxious in his heart, divination and fortune telling are two ways, and those who have approved the eight characters may not be able to play the six lines, not to mention that this fortune teller is not wrong first, just with Zhou Zong and the little sister's disgust for Mo Zong, it also made him have the idea of saving him.

On the other hand, in the field, if the young soldier takes off his uniform, he is just an ordinary person, how can he have the ability to compete with the mysterious spells of the wind and the stars, this brawl seems to be menacing, but in fact, the outcome is predetermined.

Seeing this, the fortune teller panicked even more, and pulled the young soldier to sit in the ink at a loss, but shouted in his mouth: "Miss spare your life." ”

But the young soldier was not afraid, fortunately he was strong, and through the iron armor, Fang Cai's kick did not hurt his muscles and bones.

He frowned and pulled the fortune teller behind him, motioning for his father to stop begging for mercy. Immediately, he raised his head again, gritted his teeth and shouted to Feng Suixing: "We soldiers on the border never bow to the enemy. ”

The general's words are very good, and the implication is naturally that as a soldier of the Xia Kingdom, Feng Suixing has to weigh it if he wants to kill.

But this demon girl grew up in Luocheng, protected by the sect, and she is not afraid of the heavens and the earth, and the masters of the Dongji Gate do not care about her much on weekdays in order to avoid the intensification of the contradictions between the two sides, which fuels her arrogance, and at this moment, she does not take Wang Fa seriously.

A cold smile appeared on her face, and she glanced at the young soldier like looking at an ant and said, "You just have to die, and save the rest of the nonsense for the next life." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the ink on the ground boiled, like boiling water, bubbling one after another, and in an instant it spread even more.

It must be said that the arrogance of the wind and the stars has long been engraved in her bones, and these inks are also full of her madness, and the bottom seems to be helped by the wind, gently pushed up, floating in the air like a group of demons dancing.

And with her coquettish shout: "Rain style! ”

The ink suddenly surged into the sky, and then cracked again, turning into drops of black rain, hanging in the sky like stars.

In a moment, it burst towards the young soldiers in a uniform manner, like locusts crossing the border, and everywhere they went, there was no grass growing in their place, and the tiles on the eaves, the ornaments in the stalls, and other surrounding things were all smashed to pieces.

But the soldier did not flinch, although he did not carry a long sword with him today, but he still did not forget to hang a short dagger at his waist. In the face of the pouring ink, while desperately protecting the fortune teller's thoughtfulness, he hurriedly pulled out the short dagger at his waist.

The short dagger seemed to be spiritual, and the moment it was pulled out, the dagger lit up, and the brilliance flowed, pouring out, and in a moment it also turned into a huge white lion, and the lion's paw smashed the stall on one side, lying between the soldiers and the ink rain.

As soon as the white lion came out, there was another lion roar, which resounded through the world and was deafening.

The lion was not afraid of the cone of the ink rain, but raised his forefoot and waved, the delicate ink as a needle was separated from the side, and the lion body was shrouded in a thin layer of light curtain, as long as the ink was slightly closer, it was swallowed by the light curtain, making the lion's meal.

"Awesome!" Qiu Fang exclaimed.

Fu Zhi's eyes also showed envy, and sighed: "I also said that he is just a mortal, who knows that he will not be revealed!"

"Indeed, he did not walk, and the lion came out of the dagger." After Qiu Fang affirmed Fu Zhi's statement, he explained one more sentence.

"Eh, how do you know?"

"You see there's a word on that dagger, I want to be a life-protecting magic weapon."

"Protect your life... Artifact?" Fu Zhi asked rhetorically, she was extremely unfamiliar with these words.

Qiu Fang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said, "When I was a child, I saw that Master had a small peachwood sword, so I asked Master. Master said that hundreds of years ago, some high-ranking monks and veterans knew the method of refining weapons, and they could seal mana in objects, even mortals could drive it. However, Master also said that this method of refining weapons has been lost to the world, and no one knows it. ”

"Oh! I get it! Fu Zhi listened to Qiu Fang's explanation, made a sudden realization, and then added a sentence coquettishly, "It's like a tool demon that people in the wasteland like to raise, isn't it?"

"Tool demons?" This time it was Qiu Fang's turn to be stunned, the Taoist usually said to him that there are not many things in the world, and the word of refining weapons was also mentioned by chance, but as for the instrument demon, he had never heard of it.

Without waiting for Fu Zhi to answer his questions, Qiu Fang's eyes were attracted by the wind and the stars.

The demon girl didn't expect that the young soldier still had this hand, so she was even more angry, and no longer cared about how much damage her attack would cause to Los Angeles, or mistakenly took a few lives, but just let her anger sweep away, waved the jade hand, and then changed the offensive.

The scattered ink rain got the order, and they all fell downward, and as soon as they fell to the ground, they turned into vivid black vines, crawling from all directions, one entangled the white lion, and the other entangled the young soldier.

The young soldier was trapped by the vines transformed by the ink, and could not move at all. And the light curtain beside the white lion is still there, although the black vines are getting thicker and thicker, they still can't break through the light curtain for a while, and they can only wrap around continuously.

But the white lion can't help this black vine, as the saying goes, the water flows more when the knife is drawn, after all, no matter how full the vine is, the body is also an invisible ink, and the white lion's giant palm waved several times, but it can't block the infinite ink.

All of a sudden, this rigidity is not soft, softness is not broken, and one black and one white are deadlocked.

"This is a winding style, I heard that the little demon girl often uses this trick, which makes people unable to move, and she can be bullied." Fu Zhi said disdainfully.

The two of them were still watching the battle on the side, thinking that with the protection of this white lion, the young soldiers would not be in danger of their lives.

"Sister, don't use rotten style!" The jade-faced young man who had been following the wind and the stars suddenly shouted in the distance.

Qiu Fang and the two looked at each other, only to remember that the young man who followed Feng Suixing was still standing in the distance, and if they looked closely, there was a little similarity between the eyebrows of the two people.

"It's not good, if you use the rotten style, this pawn will definitely die." Fu Zhi listened to the words of the jade-faced young man, and couldn't help but lose her complexion, and before Wu Qiufang came back to her senses, she stomped her foot, and there was an extra yellow paper talisman in her hand.

And the wind in that scene was a sneer, and this sneer was very cold, and it contrasted with her sky-high anger.

The anger has not dissipated, and the eyebrows have gathered.

"Fortune tellers don't count fortunes, then you have counted to death!"

As soon as the words fell, the ink rose to the sky, this move is a killer move!