When Feng Yun returned with the locust bark, he noticed that the situation of the fat man and Yan Qilin was not very optimistic.

In the illusion, there are endless yin spirits, which is enough for the two of them to deal with, not to mention that even the monster is mixed in the yin spirits now.

"Whoosh......"

With the help of illusion, the monster was haunted, and several attacks by Yan Qilin failed.

In the white mist, the monster appeared from behind Yan Qilin, raised its leg and kicked towards Yan Qilin's side face.

"Damn, what kind of doggy world is this, weasels have learned martial arts and played hand-to-hand combat?"

The fat man picked up a grave stone out of nowhere, and slapped it at the yellow skin while scolding.

However, this yellow skin did not dodge or dodge, and was stunned to fight like this.

Fortunately, Yan Qilin reacted quickly, waved his hand to block, and then punched it again.

It's no wonder that the fat man has such remarks, after all, monsters use magic in the general impression, and monsters who can do martial arts are rare.

Moreover, when fighting with this monster, both of them could see that this demon's fist and foot kung fu did seem very professional.

Whip legs, punch punches, and fight well.

What makes the two even more troublesome is that this thing is very rough, and it doesn't defend at all, which is clearly a way of playing with life.

This made the two of them quickly take a few solid hits, and the exposed flaws almost made the Yin Spirit take advantage of the loophole.

Finally saw Feng Yun come back, and the fat man waved a brick and smashed it at the head of the yellow-skinned man, while shouting at the top of his voice:

"Director, this fight is too fucking ruthless, I suspect that he is sealed in Xiubian, and he can't fight at all!"

As the fat man said, Feng Yun soon saw that the yellow skin did not dodge or dodge, and rushed forward with his head stunned.

It was clearly slapped on the head by the fat man with a brick, but the yellow man still had no intention of retreating, and chased the fat man frantically.

"Weasels learn martial arts?"

The strange feeling in Feng Yun's heart became stronger and stronger, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

"Hold on, I'll be right away!"

After replying to the fat man's sentence, Feng Yun immediately stood up in front of him this piece of locust bark, and then bit the blood on his fingertips and began to draw on the locust bark.

After a while, on the bark of the locust tree, a weasel with a decent appearance jumped into view.

Next to him, Feng Yun also specially wrote his name: The second master of the Huang family.

If you are famous, the most important foundation has been achieved.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Yun clasped his index finger and ring finger with the thumbs of both hands, and then his middle finger and little finger interlocked, forming a special handprint.

This is the 'seal of the gods', which is mostly used by disciples who go out of the horse.

This belongs to the unique spell of the horse faction, please protect the true immortals of the family, and invite the ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

Although Feng Yun is not a man of the horse, in his opinion, this is the best way to deal with it.

is like being famous, which is equivalent to setting up a hall for Huangxian here.

Then ask the second master to erase the ancestral name of this chaotic descendant, go to the family tree, and break the cultivation, and naturally everything will be fine.

Soon, Feng Yun stomped on the ground with his right foot, and then said something in his mouth:

"There is a yin in the yang, this thing is just like gold in the water, gold and water are born and reborn, know this mysterious ghost and god Qin.

The second master of the Huang family has an order, chase! ”

At the moment when Feng Yun spoke, the fat man glanced curiously at this side.

Feng Yun's voice was very strange, and it was completely different from normal speech.

"The director actually knows shamanic words, this is the shaman's equestrian skills!"

Hearing what the fat man said, Yan Qilin was busy dealing with the crazy yellow skin, and asked:

"How do you know?"

"Nonsense, I don't see where I grew up, I've never eaten pork and I've always seen pigs run!"

At the moment when Feng Yun's word 'chase' came out, the portrait of the yellow skin on the bark of the locust tree flashed with an imperceptible golden light.

But then Feng Yun frowned, and he set his eyes on the body of the yellow skin who was fighting with Yan Qilin, but saw that the yellow skin had no effect, and he was still frantically attacking the two.

It stands to reason that under the authority of the second master of the Huang family, this yellow skin should have been erased by the ancestral name now, and there can be no more demon methods.

But now the illusion still exists, and the yellow skin is not damaged in the slightest.

This made Feng Yun a little puzzled, and he looked at the locust bark beside him suspiciously.

However, at this time, the portrait of the yellow immortal on the bark of the locust tree quickly dimmed......

Weird!

Feng Yun is a little doubtful of himself now, did he make a mistake?

But he is a celestial edict, and he knows that he will never make such a low-level mistake, so what is the problem?

Looking at the yellow skin who was becoming more and more arrogant and gaining the upper hand not far away, Feng Yun frowned.

"Director, what's the situation now, this thing is getting more and more aggressive!"

The fat man's voice came from a distance, and he had been chased and beaten for a while.

It seems that this yellow skin also knows that Yan Qilin is not easy to mess with, so he picks the soft persimmon of the fat man and pinchs it.

The clothes on the fat man's back have been scratched and tattered, and there are many scratches on his body.

This is thanks to the flexibility of the fat man, otherwise it would have been planted a long time ago.

Feng Yun's brows tightened for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and then stretched out violently.

He stared at the yellow-skinned man, gritted his teeth, and scolded:

"This dog thing is really weird, actually pretending to be a yellow skin here?"

"Smack!"

As he spoke, Feng Yun violently kicked the bark of the locust tree standing in front of him to the ground.

"I still want to give you decency, you don't want to give face to this dog thing!"

As soon as he said that, Feng Yun suddenly exerted force under his feet, and quickly rushed into the Yin Spirit.

The cinnabar at the center of Feng Yun's eyebrows glowed red again, and then Feng Yun pinched his hands, and the palm thunder appeared again.

"Get out of the way! I'll meet it! ”

Feng Yun let out a loud shout, and the fat man and Yan Qilin stepped back one after another.

"Stuffy gourd, what did the director say just now, pretending to be a yellow skin?"

Yan Qilin nodded suspiciously, obviously he didn't understand what Feng Yun meant by this.

"Impersonation? Isn't this a yellow skin? What could that be? ”

Just as the two of them were working hard, Feng Yun was already approaching the monster.

The power of Yang Wulei was still rising in Feng Yun's hands, and when the monster saw this, he actually rushed over with grinning teeth again.

"Boom!"

Feng Yun unceremoniously slapped the monster's chest, and with a scream, the monster fell to the ground fiercely.

This throat can make the fat man beautiful:

"I'm a good girl, Director, why don't you shoot sooner if you have this ability, see what it beats me......"

However, Feng Yun originally wanted to properly deal with this matter by erasing the ancestral name, and this method was the most simple and convenient.

But who would have thought that it would be useless.

Although it was outrageous, Feng Yun quickly thought of a possibility.

This thing is most likely not yellow-skinned, but has been pretending.

But then again, this is too weird, isn't it, what is there to impersonate a weasel spirit?

What is the number of roads?

Feng Yun couldn't think of a reason for a while, but he did get angry because of this incident.

After all, looking at his current posture of palm thunder, this point is self-evident......