Chapter Forty-Eight: He Yuan's Shock

"Uncle Shi, were you injured just now?" Tang Hong said with concern.

Tang Muzhi shook his head.

He subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth after the battle ended before, but found that there was no expected blood on his hands.

When fighting against the "Chen Hongzhi" summoned by Zhou Tongqi, he did feel injured: his right waist was bruised, his internal organs were shocked, his shoulder and left calf were pierced out of thin air, and the blood even stained his left leg red - the wound was not wrong to open for half a minute, which was the same as the injury he was injured in the previous battle with Chen Hongzhi.

But the moment the body regained control before, all these injuries disappeared!

At the same time, the blood that seeped into the slacks disappeared!

"Hallucinations? Or is there a bug in this earth online? ”

Tang Muzhi was more inclined to the former, he guessed that he had just fallen into some kind of strange technique of Zhou Tongqi, which crossed the way of Qi, leaving his body uncontrollable, and reproducing the battle with Chen Hongzhi.

Except for Chen Hongzhi's existence in the form of a spirit, other aspects: Chen Hongzhi's movements and Tang Muzhi's movements are completely consistent with a certain period of time in the early morning of November 10.

Tang Muzhi didn't feel any other abnormalities in his body now, and the yin and yang qi flowed quietly.

He knew he was in an incomprehensible situation, but there seemed to be no way out of it at the moment.

He simply looked ahead.

The Lu family was a little chaotic, but they still didn't lose their demeanor. It's too unlucky for a red thing to meet a white thing.

Everyone who came to celebrate their birthday was invited back to their rooms to rest, and the competition probably won't go on. There are many people who want to leave, but they are persuaded by the older ones.

Clear-eyed people can see that this suddenly out of the horse fairy Zhou Tongqi died strangely, and now he is in a hurry to run? Suspicious!

……

Among the people who came to celebrate his birthday this time, there were only two who were really the same generation as Lu Jin.

Coincidentally, both of them have the surname Fang.

One is Fang Laodao of Baijing Baiyun Temple, an old friend of Lu Jin for many years.

There is also an old warlock who is not well known.

The warlock surnamed Fang came with his apprentice, his apprentice was young, but he was a little famous-He Yuan!

In the original book, Chen Jinkui, the apprentice who was trained for seven years to receive, is the second master of the future art gate!

And now it is the end of 1995, because of the Jiashen incident, Hu Haiwang directly killed the doorman, Wang and Lu Erjia took advantage of this to make trouble, forcing Huodemen, Tiangongtang and other factions to attack their excellent people, and received a lot of hostility afterwards.

In addition, Hu Tu, the head of the Shuzi Gate, led people to round up the Gu Terantice among the thirty-six thieves to no avail, and he also made himself crazy-

The Shuzimen has been in decline for a long time.

In recent years, Chen Jinkui has become the head of the Shuzi Gate, which is a bit of a revival...... This time, the two of them came, and they went back after giving gifts yesterday.

When Tang Muzhi and Zhou Tongqi faced off, there were a few warlocks present, but if you want to say that there is one more powerful than He Yuan-

Not necessarily!

It's still the same sentence, ambition is not in the old age!

He Yuan is now twenty-three years old, and Chen Jinkui has been grinding him and his master for six years, and he is bent on accepting He Yuan as an apprentice.

Elder Fang has also figured out in the past two years, his ability is insufficient, and he can't live long, so there is no need to hold on to He Yuan.

If the master doesn't let go, how can the apprentice go far?

He knew that his apprentice was already on par with him in terms of the number of spells, and there were not many warlocks in the Lu family on this occasion, so I am afraid that there was no one who could overpower the current He Yuan!

Old Fang had never met Lu Jin in his life, and he only came this time for one purpose - to help his apprentice become famous! It's also to help yourself make a name for yourself!

His family's stunt "Three-Element Xuankong Secret Technique" was also played by He Yuan with a lot of new tricks.

He just wants to let Chen Jinkui's bastard boy watch it, and he can train his apprentice very well by himself!

I didn't know that this happened in the first game.

“……”

"Yuan'er, what do you want?" Old Fang was on a lean, but he spoke sharply.

He Yuan broke out in cold sweat on his back, his jaws were open, and his eyes were wide open, as if he was about to protrude from the pair of thin glasses.

Old Fang was not as tall as his apprentice He Yuan, he didn't see the shocked and panicked expression on his face, he only noticed that he was on the spot.

Hearing the master's words, He Yuan came back to his senses, and Mu Ne asked, "Are we leaving?" Master. ”

"It's not easy to walk for the time being...... I think I'd better stay here for a while. ”

"Hmm." He Yuan wiped away the cold sweat and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Can't reveal!

Never reveal anything to the master!

The master is old, and he can't bear some unbelievable things.

He Yuan followed behind Elder Fang and lowered his head.

He suddenly felt a sour nose and tears dripped onto the lenses.

Warlocks in this world, who is not uncomfortable when encountering this kind of thing?

Past!

There are people in this world who can go back in time!

At the age of eight, he began to come into contact with Qimen Shushu, and he adhered to the causal relationship between time and change.

Later, the master passed on to him the "Three-Element Xuankong Secret Technique...... Over the years, he has carefully polished and practiced several unique skills in the secret art to the peak, and even played a new trick in the "viewing" method.

Stay!

Peeling back the cocoon, you can show the timeline like editing a video – only in the past, of course.

And what he could see was the state in which life had stayed in the past!

Of course, this picture will be very difficult to describe, as if a person has been stretched all the time, and it is impossible to extract much valid information with "knowledge" alone.

But as long as He Yuan controls the release frequency of the "resident view" and roughly "edits" the useless and repetitive pictures, he can vaguely observe something - this method is almost useless to him, and it is mainly interesting.

Observing sentient beings from the level of time, this refreshing feeling reminded him of the realm of "greedy Zen" that he experienced when he first started.

It was the first time he had met the Horse Immortal, and he had never used the "Resident Observation" to observe evil spirits and elves before, so this time he was a little curious and decided to observe.

In order to maintain his strength to cope with the game, he only locked the "Resident Spectator" on the two people on the test field.

Pity...... The strange humanoid evil spirit summoned by Zhou Tongqi had no past or future, or its ability to "stand and watch" was limited, and it was impossible to observe the past and future of a simple Qi body.

But the next scene shocked his three views!

That Zhou Tongqi's opponent, a Tang Sect disciple named Tang Muzhi, his timeline actually folded back to the past time!

As long as people are alive, the timeline continues in a straight line, but from the moment Tang Muzhi got out of control, his continuous future actually overlapped with the past time!

The overlapping time was hundreds of seconds, but he could only last a few breaths.

He had already expected everything after that, and Tang Muzhi's state and actions had already been made by himself.

…… All this is no longer something that He Yuan can understand, and he feels that this is also something that no one can understand.

……

On a sunny winter day, a young man who looked to be in his twenties was lying on the sofa and muttering in his sleep, "Destiny ......"