The scalpel was pulled out, and the man under the knife gasped in pain a few times, covered his neck and retreated.

"Sister Lan, what are you talking about?"

Fang Shu's eyes turned into puzzlement, shock and pleading, and there was no hatred and complaint.

His throat was full of blood, and his mouth kept vomiting blood and staining the red and white hexagram lining, and his voice was broken and blurred: "You think I'm fake?" But I came back because I was worried about you! ”

"You're so dedicated, I almost believed it."

Yan Lan sighed with emotion, "Internal entertainment can't afford to hire a talent like you, with this acting skill, it is better to directly change careers and gallop into the official and business worlds." ”

Fang Shu finally became a little angry, and his voice was hoarse: "Sister Lan, what are you talking about?!" You ......"

He suddenly realized that he didn't care about being injured at all, and begged in a hoarse voice: "Are you sick from the influence of the nine-headed dragon?" If that's the case, you do what I say......"

"In addition to that half of the dragon's heart bone incense, I also stuffed the severed dragon head for Fang Shu."

Yan Lan rubbed the scalpel on his clothes, and didn't look at the magic technique that suddenly froze his movements, "It means that let him leave here to go to the ropeway, and he can even go directly through the reservoir to the Dragon Palace to sacrifice without waiting for me." ”

"I'm a crippled and confused memory, auditory and visual hallucinations, but such a simple plan can still be designed."

Yan Lan sighed, "And your fox tail is too exposed, what kind of IQ can't you even hide a mental illness?" ”

Fang Shu, who was slumped on the ground, gradually gloomy in his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a sarcastic smile:

"You Taoist priest with broken Dharma lineages dare to make a big fuss in front of me, is it really a long life?"

"The number of poor numbers is changed, and those who change because of the shape are called transformation, and they are called illusions, and illusion is called tricks in earlier times."

Yan Lan looked down at him, "To put it bluntly, it is a trick of deception and bewitchment, and the cultivation is a false but not real, false but true, and false and true." Stealth and blinding, skin and face change are just the introduction to illusion. ”

Yan Lan looked at him critically, and her tone was flat: "With your level of showing your feet everywhere, I'm afraid you haven't entered the beginner well." ”

Fang Shu looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly burst out laughing, and the bloody hole in her neck was torn.

[Finish Liao, directly make this melon baby stupid Liao]

"Hahahaha is so good, it's really good."

The timbre was indistinguishable, and the laughter stopped abruptly in the next second, and the person in front of him suddenly pulled half of his hand into the bloody hole in his neck, widened the wound in the sound of stirring flesh that made people's scalp tingle, and directly "took off" the bloody flesh.

The blood on the ground boiled and surged, densely condensed into red blood and intertwined, and in the blink of an eye, a new skin was woven to cover the pitted fat bone surface.

It was an extremely beautiful face, with a sharp eyebrow and a mandala hairpin in the bun.

"It's wrong, it's a girl."

Yan Lan automatically ignored the disgusting and terrifying skin change just now, and smiled as usual: "Dare to ask the girl's name?" ”

"Under the Illusion Cultivator, Nalan Jin."

The woman's eyes were cold, and her ears were teased, and her eyes were full of contempt:

"Please also ask the Taoist to give me advice."

The words fell, and the figure approached-

Constantly shrinking the distance, almost a face attack boxing, inch strength attack and defense, fast punch and tight defense, flexible horse step and fast up and down!

"Three hands, flirting hands, breaking the row," Yan Lan raised her arms sideways, and caught Nalan Jin's straight blow, "Wing Chun?" ”

Yan Lan raised her eyebrows with interest, "What, the mage of the Illusion Sect wants to be a warrior?" ”

"Since your magic veins are broken, I don't use illusions to bully you." Nalan Jin's eyes raised slightly, and his eyes were a little flattering, "I like to defeat each other in areas that others are proud of. ”

She said that she fell and flexed her hand, her arm no longer charged and attacked quickly, and the feeling and reaction of the bridge hand contact were extremely fast, and she did not chase her hand to rush forward, ensuring that the center of gravity remained unchanged.

[I rely on me, Wing Chun!] I saw a martial arts family after I died.]

[Illusion?] Could this be a newcomer arranged by the club "Yunji Immortal"? ]

[If it's really the background Yunji Immortal, then Yan Lan will suffer, and if she wins, she will be hated]

[It turned out to be a relational household, I said that it is impossible for a woman to be so powerful, or rely on the background, Yan Lan doesn't know what she relied on]

[Upstairs Puxin Dasha B, vomit-]

[What does she use Wing Chun, Yan Lan is used for!] ]

[Can't you see it?] Tai Chi]

Breaking through the air and smashing straight down, Yan Lan pushed and blocked with his hands, his strength ran lightly and calmly, not floating or stiff, Nalan Jin immediately rotated with a small pitch, and attacked directly with his right hand again!

Yan Lan had already expected it, and the homeopathic King Kong smashed into a strong offensive, and opened Nalan Jin's frontal attack with both hands, avoiding the outside of his body, and raising his knees and raising his hands to block his side attacks.

Nalan Jin quickly retreated to get rid of the blockade, and when he raised his hand to attack sideways, he was blocked by Yan Lan's hands pressing down, and he was biased!

[She's distracted!] ]

Nalan Jin's face changed slightly, but it was too late to retreat after judging the situation-

Tai Chi strength runs soft and unremittingly, moving like a stretched bow, like thunder, almost instantly fading away from the soft trend, stronger and faster than inch strength.

[This is a master's move in a moment!] The loophole is an opportunity, kill her]

Yan Lan was quick and sideways, her feet landed on the ground without being vain, and she smashed her fists with her close-fitting inches, and collapsed the bridge of Nalan Jin's nose!

Fast and fierce, Nalan Jin sensed that it was too late to dodge in an instant.

The fist was close, but it stopped abruptly when it was a millimeter away from the bridge of the nose.

"Again," Yan Lan retracted and chuckled, "Mages are not warriors, and it is easy to suffer in close combat. ”

[Holy!] How did you stop it with such a fierce force?! ]

[I'm a martial artist!] It's a smooth retraction, it's much more difficult to practice than a fierce fist, it's the realm, everyone! ]

[What the hell, why don't you just kill it?] Indecisiveness]

Nalan Jin did not hesitate, and then jumped out of Yan Lan's attack range.

"You shouldn't have retracted, your punch won't have any effect on me."

"You know, I'm just afraid of getting my hands dirty." Yan Lan teased, "After all, the first lesson of your illusion is to turn bones and peel skin, the skin and flesh are no longer skin and flesh, they are all blood worms, and they look like ......."

She paused, smiled and added, "Maggots." ”

Nalan Jin's face froze, and he was angry: "You are really looking for death." ”

[Damn, why the hell are you still talking provocatively]

[Nalan Jin: The goodwill that just rose "snapped" and died]

[It's over, it's over, no one used illusion just now, this dead madman with a sick brain is looking for death all day long]

Nalan Jin had cold eyes, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

The clothes on his body changed into a black cheongsam, embroidered with an evil red fox, and three tails wrapped around his waist to his back.

The fox poked its claws vividly, and the three tails shook their eyes and smiled.

"Roar," Yan Lan raised her eyebrows slightly, "Don't tell me, your Illusion Sect is still involved with the Witchcraft Sect's Horse Immortal." ”

"Fox Fairy's illusion, I'm just borrowing a little power, who can see the broken things of the witchcraft door?"

Nalan Jin sneered, brushed the mandala hairpin in his hand, the pale green powder fell into his hand, and recited the mantra:

"The hairpin hides the world of three feet to cut the demons and evils, solve the wishes of the patrol, and can bloom in an instant, virtual but not real but true, edict!"

With a flick of his hand, the powder turned into a red flame in the void, shaped like a lotus flower, and rushed straight towards it with high temperature.

"Ancient color trick is a lotus in the fire?"

Yan Lan quickly dodged the flames and was blasted out of the fire pit on the spot.

The flames followed, and Yan Lan went straight to the Fishbone Shrine, stopping abruptly at the top of the staircase—

I saw that the staircase on this side was also destroyed, and several pairs of scarlet eyes shook in the connection.

The black dragon smirked at her maliciously.

Behind him, the fire lotus and the fangs struck together.

[Ahhh——!!h ]