Zhao Lin's heart sank, he didn't expect him to be so careful, he went around in a big circle, and he still encountered these two bandits.

The terrain is relatively flat and thick, making it not a good place to ambush.

Obviously, the two of them had long known that they were going to fight this way, one blocked the way in front, and the other hid in the bamboo forest to intercept.

How did they find themselves, could it be that they could pinch it?

Zhao Lin was puzzled, and suddenly saw a black and yellow bird parked on the shoulder of the storm-eyed man, and suddenly understood.

Spirit bird tracking is a very common method, I have been observing the movement on the ground, I didn't pay attention to the air, but I have to pay more attention in the future.

Zhao Lin didn't act rashly, under the observation of the Qi Viewing Technique, the cultivation of the handsome monk was the seventh layer of qi refining, and the tyrannical man had even reached the eighth level of qi refining.

The halberd tip and folding fan in the hands of the two are magic weapons, and no matter how fast they move, they can't be faster.

The stormy-eyed man looked smug and shouted, "Boy, why don't you run away?" ”

The handsome monk opened the folding fan and shouted in a relaxed tone, "Brother Song, don't say it, he is quite fast." If I hadn't ambushed him here, I might have escaped for him. ”

The stormy-eyed man's face shook, and he immediately retorted: "Impossible, my Diamond Halberd is not a vegetarian!" ”

The two talked from afar, not taking Zhao Lin seriously at all.

Zhao Lin thought to himself that he was a rookie in the early stage of qi refining.

Martial Cultivation's spiritual power appearance was very similar to that of Fa Xiu, with only slight differences, coupled with Zhao Lin's deliberate convergence of qi and blood, the two bandit cultivators saw that his cultivation was only three levels of qi refining, and they didn't pay attention to it at all, showing a look of victory.

"Two Taoist friends, the younger brother has only been cultivating for a few years, and he doesn't have much wealth on him, please raise your noble hands. If you refuse to let it go, you can only release this talisman! ”

Zhao Lin bowed his hand, took out the Hongyan talisman from the lock bag, grabbed it in his hand and showed it to the two.

He is not a quiet character, but in the face of two late-stage Qi refining cultivators, it is best not to do it.

The color of the wild goose charm is black and gray, and the shape is like a goose feather, which is very easy to distinguish.

Each county of Chenghuazong has a return tower, which is dedicated to receiving all kinds of messengers, and after the Hongyan charm is activated, it will find the nearest return tower by itself.

"Wild Goose Fu?"

The stormy-eyed man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, as if he had seen something funny.

"If you have the guts, you can let it go, anyway, both of us are already wanted, you see if the person who saved you comes quickly, or Lao Tzu's magic weapon is fast."

There was a greedy look in the eyes of the storm-eyed man, but he didn't expect Zhao Lin to casually take out a Hongyan talisman worth a thousand spirit coins, which shows that there must be a lot of good things on his body.

The handsome monk also thought of this, and deliberately persuaded in a gentle tone: "The two of us are only seeking money, and we don't want to hurt our lives, so obediently put down the lock bag, and we will let you live." ”

One of the two sang with a red face and the other with a white face, tricking Zhao Lin into not releasing the Hongyan Fu.

Zhao Lin sneered in his heart, and he knew exactly what the two of them were thinking.

When he performed the Fa last year, he was able to defeat the monk of the fifth layer of qi refining, but now his realm has been improved by one level, and he has two mastery-level attack spells in his hand, and he is not without the power of a battle.

The fighting strength of the monk is based on cultivation, art, and auxiliary equipment such as treasures, armor, and talismans.

Although the two bandit cultivators are in the late stage of Qi refining, they are not very old, only about thirty years old, and they have only cultivated for more than ten years, and they have cultivated one or two proficient-level spells at most, and their strength is not the same as that of the kind of veteran Qi refining late-stage cultivators who have been cultivating for decades.

What's more critical is that the two of them don't know their identity as martial arts cultivators, and they can use this to win surprisingly when they fight.

Zhao Lin experienced danger for a long time when he practiced martial arts, and was chased and killed by bandits many times, and was also surrounded by warriors from the Western Regions.

When he arrived in the immortal cultivation world, he has been keeping a low profile, but his bloodiness has not been worn out because of this.

"So far, the only way to do it is to give it a go!"

If you want to be stable and soft, what kind of Tao do you cultivate?

Zhao Lin also saw that the Hongyan Fu could not threaten the two of them, but it had an unexpected effect: this talisman was very valuable, and the two of them were a little jealous.

Since they don't want to tear their faces, they can paralyze them first and take the opportunity to get rid of one of them.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lin deliberately showed a hesitant look, and said timidly: "As long as I put down the lock bag, you can let me go?" You won't lie to me, will you? ”

When the tyrannical man heard this, he immediately patted his chest and said, "Of course, could it be that the two of us will still lie to you junior in the later stage of qi refining?" ”

Brother Junlang also echoed: "Don't worry, little friend, you can leave immediately if you put the things in your hand and the lock bag on the ground." ”

"We say what we say, and we don't break our word."

The two didn't want to push Zhao Lin too hard, in case they released the Hongyan Talisman, a thousand spirit coins would fly.

"Let me think about it."

Zhao Lin paced and said, making a thoughtful look, holding the Hongyan Talisman tightly in his hand.

The two bandit cultivators didn't urge, in their opinion, Zhao Lin was just a fish on the chopping board, he couldn't turn up the wind and waves, and he would be soft sooner or later.

However, neither of them noticed that Zhao Lin was pacing back and forth, deliberately approaching Brother Junlang.

Thirty zhang, twenty-seven zhang, twenty-four zhang......

The Junlang monk's cultivation was slightly lower, and Zhao Lin decided to kill this person first!

"Okay, I can give you something, but you have to throw the magic weapon to the ground first."

Zhao Lin suddenly stopped and said.

Since you have decided to make a move, try to weaken your opponent's strength as much as possible.

The stormy-eyed man's face turned cold and said, "What do you mean?" ”

Zhao Lin said with a nervous face: "What if I put down my things and you still don't let me go?" You all have magic weapons in your hands, I ...... Not very reassuring. ”

"It's understandable, it's up to you."

The handsome monk hurriedly agreed, casually threw the folding fan aside, and secretly gestured to the storm-eyed man.

"Okay, we promise, but don't play tricks, or you'll suffer."

The storm-eyed man said, throwing the tip of his halberd a dozen paces away.

In the eyes of the two, there is no need to use magic weapons to deal with Zhao Lin at all, this is just to calm his heart, and when Zhao Lin puts down the Hongyan Talisman, he can be put down with a random spell, and then he is not allowed to knead it himself?

"Then I'll put my things down now, and you don't come here."

Zhao Lin pretended to be nervous, carefully put the Hongyan talisman into the lock bag, raised his hand and threw it out.

As he spoke, he walked to a place less than twenty feet away from the handsome monk unconsciously, retracted his hand into his sleeve, and quietly pinched a mantra.

There was a "click", and the lock bag fell to the ground.

The eyes of the storm-eyed man and the handsome monk were drawn at the same time.

At this moment, Zhao Lin suddenly waved his arm and shot out an ice blade, straight to the throat of the handsome monk! (End of chapter)