Wang Shuo's eyes narrowed: "Catch me?"

The man smiled again: "The general's physique is so strong, it has been known by our emperor, and it is most likely the alchemy technique that has been lost for tens of thousands of years!"

Wang Shuo's expression did not change, but he said silently in his heart: "Alchemy, it turns out that there is really such a way!"

Then he showed a smile: "Yes, it is the alchemy technique that is being practiced below!"

Hearing this, the man twisted his waist and waved his hand happily: "It's really good!"

After speaking, the man took out a firebolt and pulled the rope towards the sky, and a green light immediately flew out of the firebolt. After flying into the air, it suddenly exploded and turned into fireworks.

Wang Shuo felt bad in his heart, but he smiled slightly, put his hand behind his back, quietly took out three runic treasures from the gourd, and stuffed them into his cuffs.

"Come on, come on, kill as many as you want!" Wang Shuo smiled smugly at the man in front of him.

The man also looked at Wang Shuo with a smile: "The person who refines the body is really extraordinary, compared to ordinary monks like me, his self-preservation ability is impeccable, and he is almost invincible at the same level. But in the face of several cultivators of the same rank at the same time, Daoist friends are really not afraid?"

Wang Shuo shrugged his shoulders: "Could it be that Cheng Daoyou really thinks that there is no other technique except physical arts?"

The man was stunned: "What do you mean?"

As soon as the words fell, the man felt a pain in his brain, like an awl piercing into his consciousness, and immediately fell down with his head rolled his eyes.

Wang Shuo instantly went to the man's face and punched his head, who knew that the lightning flashed, and Wang Shuo's punch was blocked by the flashing thunder net again.

"It's interesting, you can actually passively protect the master!"

Just as Wang Shuo was thinking about how to take the exercises away from this son, four spiritual lights rose from the main city roads in the north and south, converging in the center of the two main city roads in the north and south and the east and west, and attacked Wang Shuo together.

Wang Shuo dropped the person in front of him and took a few steps back.

The aura fell from all directions, and four figures appeared, namely a young man in black, an old man in a robe, a white-faced scholar, and a woman in a red dress.

The old man in the Taoist robe helped the bewitching man on the ground up, and after casting a spell on him for a while, the enchanting man regained his senses and looked dejected.

This son got together and immediately sat down cross-legged to stabilize his soul.

Wang Shuo looked at the four of them: "What's the matter, out of ten Jin Dan, only five people are left?"

The four of them smiled slightly, and the old man in the Taoist robe spoke: "Daoist friend is the body refining cultivator, although we attacked the palace, but our emperor also said that I will be captured alive when I see you!"

Wang Shuo nodded, and the next moment he appeared behind the old man in the Taoist robe, and slapped his hands on the temples on both sides.

However, the four of them had already taken precautions, and they had already made various defensive means the moment Wang Shuo disappeared.

I saw a green umbrella phantom flying above the head of the old man in this robe, holding up a shield, so that Wang Shuo's attack failed to touch him.

However, the shield flickered violently, almost to the limit.

In this regard, the old man in the Dao robe changed his expression slightly: "It is worthy of being a body refining cultivator, but it is just a simple attack, and the power is already approaching us and waiting for a full blow!"

The three people around were equally swift, the woman in the red dress took out a pipa, her fingertips quickly plucked on the four strings, spreading out ripples, the black-clothed young man took out an iron rod and smothered it towards Wang Shuo's head, and the white-faced scholar took out an inkstone, on which the black ink turned into ink and the dragon and phoenix rushed towards Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo stomped his foot and quickly disappeared in place, dodging the attack of the three people.

The ripples of the pipa collided with the ink dragon and phoenix, and the ink dragon and phoenix immediately turned into ink and splashed on the iron rod of the black-clothed young man.

The black-clothed young man scolded angrily: "This ink is the most annoying, there is no distinction between friend and foe, everything that sticks to it has to be dyed!"

The white-faced scholar frowned slightly, waved his hand, and said, "What's the matter if I go for you later? Who told that girl's pipa power to be too powerful, and directly break my ink painting!"

The woman didn't smile: "It's hard to fight the enemy and ask me to suppress the means!"

And Wang Shuo appeared in front of the bewitching man meditating cross-legged, his arms were as fast as nothing, and layers of fist shadows pressed down.

I saw a power grid appear between the enchanting man and Wang Shuo, and Wang Shuo's fist shadow was like a finger that fluctuated the strings, causing the electric sparks above to shine one after another, illuminating the surroundings into daylight.

The three people who were arguing were immediately stunned, and the bewitching man suddenly opened his eyes from meditation, looked at the power grid in front of him palely, and his mind was white.

"Live... Stop it... Stop!"

Although this exercise protector was under Wang Shuo's indiscriminate bombardment, the mana in the bewitching man's body was quickly consumed, and he received hundreds of punches from Wang Shuo in the blink of an eye.

However, as soon as Wang Shuo gritted his teeth and quietly used the power of his blood, the power of his fists suddenly increased by half a point, and the bewitching man's face turned even paler.

Seeing this, the old man in the Taoist robe took out two flying sword magic weapons, one black and one white, and rushed towards Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo let go of the bewitching man under him, turned around and grabbed the two flying swords with both hands, intending to crush them immediately.

However, the old man in the Taoist robe took a steady step, made a movement to turn the grinding disc (playing Tai Chi), and shouted loudly: "Turn things around!"

Wang Shuo's arms hurt, and his left and right arms seemed to be put into the grinding plate, and the left and right sides were twisted into a twisted shape.

In this regard, the other three people pouted: "This move is brutal, and it brutally destroyed other people's arms, I'm afraid that this guy won't be able to punch!"