Wu Jiang saw Qin Song raise his hand and kill two people in a row.

I felt that my throat was dry and thirsty, and my back was instantly covered with cold sweat.

But even so, Wu Jiang still didn't dare to move, and even breathed very slightly, for fear of angering Qin Song.

As a slave under Zhang Fang.

When Wu Jiang received this task of snatching Ganoderma lucidum, he was full of joy, thinking that he could complete the task effortlessly.

But now it seems that not to mention completing the task, even whether or not to return alive has become a problem.

"This teenager is terrible."

"I'm obviously wearing the clothes of a handyman, but how come I've never seen one?"

"Who the hell is he?"

"How high is the cultivation?"

"Sixfold, or sevenfold?"

Wu Jiang only felt bitter in his heart.

Qin Song naturally didn't know what Wu Jiang was thinking, but he could also see that Wu Jiang was very nervous.

The muscles of the whole body were tense, and the true qi was running wildly in the body, and it seemed that there was a little wind and grass, and it was about to explode immediately.

But even so, what can be.

It's like an ant, angry, and can't control its own fate.

Wu Jiang faced Qin Song, this is how he felt.

"Nope."

"It can't be dragged on like this."

"Otherwise, even the courage to run away will be gone."

Wu Jiang's thoughts turned here, and he secretly made up his mind.

His right hand was tugged into the cuff and he silently took out three poisonous needles.

These three poisonous needles are Wu Jiang's tricks to save his life.

The material is 100-year-old cold iron, and the poisonous juice is made from bird droppings.

Toxic and indestructible.

Even if it is a sevenfold cultivator of the Enlightenment Realm, if he has no defense, he will suffer a big loss.

"Go."

A hint of determination flashed on Wu Jiang's face.

Sou.

The three poisonous needles penetrated into the cow's hair, and the finished glyph flew towards Qin Song.

At the same time, Wu Jiang's figure retreated violently, turned around and ran wildly towards the outside of the valley.

Qin Song saw him running away, but he didn't chase after him.

Seeing that he didn't chase him, Wu Jiang's heart was relieved, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Qin Song.

At this look, I couldn't help but change my expression and was extremely surprised.

It turned out that at this time, the three poisonous needles had approached half a foot in front of Qin Song's body, but he still did not dodge or dodge.

It's like I'm scared silly.

"It shouldn't be."

"With his strength, it should be easy to dodge the poison needle, but why doesn't he dodge?"

"Did I overestimate his strength?"

"Actually, he's the same as me, and his cultivation is also the fifth level of the Enlightenment Realm."

Thinking of this, Wu Jiang couldn't help but complain about himself.

"Idiot, why are you running, he's just a paper tiger."

The voice did not fall, only three clear sounds.

The silver needle pierced Qin Song's chest, making three crisp sounds.

The indestructible poisonous needle broke from break and fell to the ground.

"How is that possible?"

Wu Jiang was stunned, and a strong uneasiness surged in his heart.

This kind of wordless oppressive force, even if it is dozens of steps apart, is more palpitating than making people feel palpitations.

"What kind of cultivation is he?"

"Is it really the Ten Levels of Enlightenment?"

Wu Jiang's mind turned here, and he didn't dare to delay time anymore.

Dodge in a zigzag shape, and run more quickly.

"Since you want to leave so much, then I won't keep you."

"Just remember, say hello to Zhang Fang for me."

When Qin Song spoke, he raised his right hand and pointed at the back of Wu Jiang's heart.

Wu Jiang was already jealous of Qin Song, but when he saw him attacking at this moment, he was even more frightened to urge the secret method and raise his speed to the extreme.

But how domineering is the Splitting Finger Force.

Every finger pierced out, there was a shocking momentum.

Wu Jiang was difficult to resist, and in the middle of running forward, he was hit by Qin Song's invisible finger force.

"Poof."

Wu Jiangkou spurted blood and staggered a few steps forward.

Holding on to a big tree next to him, he turned his head and glanced back at Qin Song, and said, "You wait for me." ”

As he spoke, he ran out of the valley.

"Oops."

The man on the right hurriedly said: "He didn't die, this is trouble." ”

"What's the trouble?"

Qin Song stepped forward and said, "What's your name?" ”

The man on the right said in a low voice: "My name is Chu Xinnan." ”

Qin Song saw that his face was dark and his face was full of beard, but his voice was soft and weak, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Why are you shaking. Is it cold? ”

"If you don't speak, I should be able to warm up soon."

Chu Xinnan was stunned when he heard this, then his face turned red, and he hurriedly closed his mouth.

When Qin Song saw him bow his head, he actually revealed a trace of a woman's shyness, and his stomach instantly turned upside down.

"What's wrong with you? What are you doing with your mouth covered? ”

"It's fine."

Qin Song waved his hand and said, "Brother, let me ask you a question, don't you be angry?"

Chu Xinnan said: "What's the problem? ”

Qin Song touched his nose and said, "Are you a man or a woman?" ”

"Naturally, it's a man."

Chu Xinnan said: "Are your eyes just decorations, you can't see such obvious features." ”

Qin Song didn't speak, and directly used his talent reconnaissance.

[Name: Chu Xinlan]

[Cultivation: Enlightenment Realm Quadruple (Medium)]

[Martial Arts: Transfiguration, Enlightenment Heart Sutra, Wind Swordsmanship, Butterfly Footwork]

"It turned out to be a disguise technique."

Thinking of this, Qin Song didn't feel like teasing.

Secretly: "You fool me into being a man, okay, I'll see how you pretend to be later." ”

Immediately squatted down, pretending to be concerned and said, "Brother Chu, it doesn't matter if you have an injury on your chest." ”

Chu Xinlan lowered her voice and said, "Don't get in the way." ”

Qin Song said: "It's better to take a look, after all, the sternum is broken, it's not a joke." ”

When Chu Xinlan heard this, she waved her hand again and again: "I'm really fine." ”

"Brother Chu, don't pretend."

"I didn't pretend."

"Your face is pale, you are obviously seriously injured, and you still say that you are not pretending."

Qin Song blamed: "Brother Chu, we are both men, what are you afraid of, come, take off your shirt, let me check it well." ”

"Nope."

Chu Xinlan said and covered her clothes.

As soon as she moved, she immediately pulled the wound and made the corners of her mouth bleed.

Qin Song originally just wanted to play tricks on Chu Xinlan.

But seeing her bleeding, he unconsciously accepted the heart of teasing, and said, "Your injury is really serious, let me see it." ”

"Nope."

Chu Xinlan got up and left.

Before he could take two steps, his legs weakened and he fainted.

Qin Song couldn't help but be shocked, straightened her up, and wiped her face a few times with his sleeve.

Immediately, he wiped the ash from the bottom of the pot that had been smeared on her face, revealing a delicate girlish face.

"It's a girl, sure enough."

Qin Song tore off her beard again, and then stopped her by the waist and picked her up and walked towards the outside of the valley.

But as she bumped up and down while walking, Chu Xinlan's wound continued to ooze blood.

Not only did it dye the clothes on her chest red, but it also flowed down the mountain peak to Qin Song's sleeves.

Qin Song frowned slightly, and thought, "If you go down, I'm afraid that before you can be treated, Miss Chu will bleed to death." ”

He looked around and saw a ruined wooden house not far away.

Immediately held her tender with his hand. buttocks, cautiously walked towards the wooden house.

At this time, he was full of warm fragrant nephrite, looking at the pretty face leaning on his shoulder, and his breathing couldn't help but become short.

But this was not the time to be foolish, he was busy steady, and without squinting, he walked briskly towards the wooden house.

As the saying goes, blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular.

As he was moving forward, a large dark cloud suddenly drifted in the sky.

Not only did it cover the sun in the sky, but in just a moment, the soybean-sized raindrops crackled and fell.