Gyeongju is very efficient, probably because in such a commercially developed city, everyone understands that time is money, so there will be no delay in doing anything.

There are six in total, plus Senior Brother Lei Chui, two of whom died, respectively, the mountain bandits who were injured by Lei Chui in the chest twice, and the remaining five people were all injured, one was a knife wound, three were arrow wounds, and one was Lei Chui's senior brother, who was cut by the mountain bandits and was disabled.

Yang Ming's soul was traveling at night at this time, and he saw the whole process of Bao Wu's handling of these things, and he knew more about this matter in his heart. The master of the Hun Tian Martial Arts Pavilion should have taken a few apprentices and another squad leader to suppress the bandits, there may be a more powerful bandit, everyone had an accident, and there was such an apprentice who took refuge in the mountain bandits.

But why did they come to capture or kill Lei Chui?

Yang Ming rubbed his chin and found that his soul strength was still abundant, and he flew up, intending to go to the Huntian Martial Arts Hall to take a look.

Ever since entering a pseudo-fugue, one's soul is no longer in a state of extreme compatibility with one's physical body, and whenever oneself empties one's spirit, one's soul can leave one's body.

It's just that the soul that is out of the body is weaker in all aspects, and after condensing one's soul with all its might, it can probably exert the power of the initial stage of forging tendons, and at the same time, the soul can rely on others, and for some people who are weak in qi and blood and have not entered the realm of qi transformation, they can slightly affect their actions.

At the same time, according to Yang Changlin, when the King of Sui was really in a fugue, his soul could move at the same time as his body was out, but when his soul was out of his body, his body could only rest, and even if his posture was wrong, he would fall.

At this time, Yang Ming slowly swam to the vicinity of the Huntian Martial Arts Pavilion, habitually planning to enter through the door. When his hand touched the door, he passed through it directly, was stunned for a moment, and laughed at his behavior.

With a swing of his legs in the air, the whole person swam into the wooden door, and the whole world in the soul state is like a deep lake, as long as you swing hard, you can move freely, so that the speed of swimming in the world can catch up with the galloping horse at the earliest.

There was nothing in the courtyard that made people feel like their hearts were moving, and Yang Ming slowly floated into the main house.

There are weapon racks in the house, but there are no weapons at this time, and there are two catchers at the door leading to the backyard on the side, Yang Ming's soul is considered powerful, and the lanterns of the two seem to be darkened as soon as they enter the door.

What the hell is here? Yang Ming walked to the two catchers with doubts, and suddenly saw that there seemed to be some souls on the corpse of the bandit below.

Yang Ming couldn't help but feel a little panicked, after all, when Lady Yuexiang was there, she must have known all these things, and now she can only ask herself to come.

Stretching out his ethereal hand, he had tried it before, no matter day or night, his soul was invisible to others. Through the two catchers, he reached out and touched the bandit's chest, and with a slight pull, he pulled out a weak soul.

The corpse was driven by the spirit to tremble, and the two hunters were so frightened that they slipped to the side in quick succession, as if discussing the need to go back and take a few more people.

Yang Ming looked at them and smiled, and then looked at the soul in his hand, which was actually dissipating rapidly.

It seems that the king of Sui really used a deadly trick at the beginning, and the divine soul pushed out his soul, and he was afraid that he would not be able to fight for long to destroy himself, but unfortunately he died under the power of his own justice.

Yang Ming tried to see if he could spread his soul power into the body of the bandit in front of him, but he didn't expect that as soon as the black dizzying thing penetrated the body of the person in front of him, the soul in front of him suddenly burst into light, and his body suddenly coughed.

The two catchers were completely frightened, pushed open the door and ran out.

"Who are you?"

The golden light of the bandit in front of him slowly dissipated, and the originally dull face seemed to come to life, and the two eyes rolled, not understanding where they were.

Yang Ming sighed, came up with a way in his heart, bent down and pressed him into his body, condensed his right fist and hit him heavily in the chest, and the soul that had just entered the corpse didn't even have time to scream, but was pulled out again after suffering the pain of a punch.

"If I were you, I'd just tell the truth, wouldn't I?" Yang Ming looked at him with a smile.

"I'm Zhang San from Niushou Mountain, this time I was sent by the uncle to Luo Fengcheng's house to find a magic weapon from his family......" Zhang San seemed to be in pain, he didn't have a way to punish the soul, but Zhang San's body was on the side, and he only needed to hit his body back first and then hit his body.

Yang Ming rubbed his chin, it seems that his whim is indeed right, it should be the self attracted by the magic weapon here.

But isn't this temptation a little too wealthy...... Passing by other people's homes can still make people's babies hook......

"What kind of magic weapon is this, did your uncle tell me, and why didn't he come by himself?"

"Uncle didn't say what kind of magic weapon it was, just said that when he had this magic weapon, there would be no opponent below the refining god, because Luo Fengcheng and Ma Huan were not caught. Zhang San seemed to recall for a while, and then began to say again: "They went to the mountain that day and were ambushed, and most of the disciples of the group of disciples were killed, and the two of them ran out, and the uncle was afraid that his hometown would be raided, so he didn't dare to come over together." ”

Yang Ming knew that it was because those two people did not die, so he sent a group of younger brothers.

"Your gang, why is the boss so profound, you little brothers are no different from ordinary people. Yang Ming looked at Zhang San's corpse, and there was only a body in the early stage of hard skin.

"Because there was an ambush that day...... I've been dead a lot......" Zhang San's voice slowly lowered.

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment, it turned out that the two heroes had almost cut off the thief's head.

"Alright, there's nothing to ask you about. Yang Ming casually threw Zhang San away, planning to find the invincible thing below the god refining god by himself.

Before Zhang San fell aside, he hurriedly grabbed Yang Ming's leg, with a smile on his face.

"What, uncle, uncle, you put me back, I'll tell you everything......"

Yang Ming was stunned, he hadn't thought about this stubble, but now looking at Zhang San's flattering expression, he was a little unbearable.

"Look at your physical body, do you think it's still useful for you to go back like this?" Yang Ming pointed to Zhang San's physical body on the ground.

Zhang San's expression was stunned, and then he looked at the corpse with his chest shattered, completely stunned.

Yang Ming sighed, this soul was almost out of strength, and it was about to disappear, and he didn't plan to wait to listen to the last words, his hands flicked the surrounding water-like stagnation, and floated to the backyard, planning to see the magic weapon.