This great monk is also quite powerful, he is a monster in the god transformation period, and his strength is not inferior to Mr. Huang Quan.

He also fought hard this time, with thousands of arms behind his back, heavy palms, and after repelling these masked people with all his strength, his body was also cut to a thousand holes.

But after repelling these masked men, the Styx Ancestor pressed towards him.

"Hey, hey, this big monk's skin looks good. ”

This Demon Dao Patriarch forced over, and the great monk was so frightened that his soul flew away, and he roared angrily: "Huang Quan, save me." Otherwise, I'd have surrendered. I'll give you anything. ”

He began to recount the repetition again.

But hasn't Huangquan been beheaded by Yuchen?

With a "whoosh", a black light flashed, swallowing the great monk inside.

The Styx Ancestor, who was about to kill the Great Monk, was stunned.

"What happened, what about the Great Monk?"

In the next second, the tiger head that was besieged by a group of men in black also lost its trace.

The remaining two main forces of this group of monsters all disappeared out of thin air.

Huang Quan, who was able to use his spatial talent, was still alive.

Yu Chen glanced down at the Yellow Spring, which had been cut down by himself, and it had also disappeared.

What he had just cut was only Huang Quan's clone, but the main body was still alive.

This guy Huang Quan is very cunning, and he actually hides his own body and only uses his clone to act.

I only heard Huang Quan's eerie laughter around me: "Hahahaha, the kid surnamed Yu." You do have a bit of a doorway. Not only is his swordsmanship superb, but he can also invite the two ancestors of the Blood River and the River Styx to help. But that's the end of it. I have a talent for space, and you can't catch me. Boy, you're me off this time. I, Huang Quan, swear, I won't do this mission, and I'll play with you from today onwards. I'm going to kill everyone you care about. ”

Huang Quan's voice faded away.

But Yuchen didn't panic, Huang Quan was already a dead man in his eyes.

At this time, a group of masked men are slaughtering the remaining youkai.

Without Mr. Huang Quan's protection, these monsters were killed and scurried around, bleeding profusely.

Yuchen withdrew the kill order: "Don't kill again, leave a few alive to interrogate." ”

"Yes, young master. ”

When the masked people heard the order, they immediately changed the massacre to live capture.

Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, and the demons were all subdued, Zhao Feiyan ran to Yuchen's side with a happy face: "Brother Yuchen." You're amazing."

After seeing Yu Chen's sword kill Huang Quan's clone, Zhao Feiyan's hero-worshipping heart ignited again.

Although it's just a clone, its strength is still extremely terrifying.

This doppelganger scrapped the dragon scale armor of Xiangyang Gongzi with a single sword, which shows the strength of the strength.

Zhao Feiyan was about to chat with Yuchen, but Yuchen didn't have time to ink with her now.

Once Yuchen is doing business, he doesn't like to be disturbed very much.

"Feiyan, you play by yourself first. I'm busy. ”

This No. 1 beauty in Jingzhou was treated by Yuchen as an ignorant little girl, and she was so forced to eat a closed door with an embarrassed face.

Feather Dust pointed at the troll whose head had been cut off.

"The white man, this troll is one of the leading figures, rescue him for questioning. ”

A young man who looked like a weak scholar took off his mask: "Okay, young master." ”

Yuchen glanced at the son of Xiangyang with a broken arm again: "By the way, save this son with a broken arm." His arm hadn't been broken for long before he could still be rejoined. ”

The white-clothed showman came running around: "Understood." It's a trifle. ”

I saw him pick up Xiangyang Gongzi's arm and clean the wound with potion. A gesture was made on the severed arm incision.

Then, take out an embroidery needle the thickness of cow's hair from your pocket.

"The wound is still new, this one is easy. Xiangyang Gongzi, bear with it. Soon it will be fine. ”

After that, the needle and thread in the hands of the white-clothed Xiushi were quickly interspersed and stitched on the severed arm of Xiangyang Gongzi.

I can't see that this white-clothed Xiushi is weak, but the stitching technique is the top level in the world.

Skin, subcutaneous tissue, fascia, mucous membranes, blood vessels, nerves, sutured one by one.

The thread was made of aura, and after it was sewn in, there was no trace.

I have to say that this stitching technique is simply art.

After a while, Xiangyang Gongzi's severed arm was connected.

As soon as I connected it, my fingers were so able to move slightly.

The white-clothed showman: "Just go back and raise it for a few days." It's just that if you want to use this arm to make a sword, you still need to raise it for half a year. ”

Xiangyang Gongzi thought that he would become a one-armed man from now on, but he didn't expect that the white-clothed Xiushi was so powerful that he could regenerate the broken arm, and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, master." ”

The white-clothed Xiushi blushed, and said with a smile: "Childe is polite." I'm not a master, I'm just a new apprentice. My master, that's amazing. ”

The white-clothed Xiushi said this in his mouth, but the tail on his buttocks was cocked, indicating that he was very proud at the moment.

Because the prototype of the white-clothed Xiushi is a blue fox.

Xiangyang Gongzi was very surprised: "Your suturing technique is nothing." Where is Your Master?"

The white-clothed Xiushi: "My master's name is Ghost Guy Six, and his acupuncture is called the real superb." ”

As he was talking, the old monster of the Blood River came over and patted him on the back of the head: "Little junior brother, don't chatter." There's another one here. ”

The Blood River Old Monster pointed to the decapitated troll.

The white-clothed Xiushi immediately got up: "Okay." ”

Xiangyang Gongzi was dumbfounded: "This head can be saved if it falls off?"

The white-clothed Xiushi: "My master can, but I don't have enough skills, at most I can only let him live a few more days." ”

With that, the white-clothed showman pressed the troll's head directly to his head and neck and began to stitch it together.

"And trolls are very self-healing. Much more tenacious than humans. It's easy to revive. ”

He didn't bother to clean the wound on the troll's broken neck, and just stitched it up.

This time, the white Xiushi was very rough and not as careful as just now.

After the troll was rescued by him, his neck was still crooked.

The troll gradually regained consciousness, and when he saw the white-clothed Xiushi who saved him, he hurriedly thanked: "Thank you for saving your life." ”

The white-clothed Xiushi scratched his head: "No thanks." You're going to hate me to death anyway. Come on, drag him to the Lin family's dungeon. Prepare the torture equipment for me, and I'm going to start the torture. Ah, by the way, did the Lin family father and son catch it?"

A black-clad masked man said, "All of them have been caught." He is currently locked up in a dungeon. ”

The white-clothed Xiushi clapped his hands, smiled and beckoned the masked people around him to do things: "Everyone, be in good spirits." The young master called us all the way over, not to play. He asked for information, he wanted confessions. We need to turn it in as soon as possible. Xiao Lian, you are responsible for torturing the Lin family's father and son. Lao Bu, you're in charge of those little monsters. I'll focus on this troll. ”

The troll had a terrified look on his face.

It turns out that this little white face rescued himself for torture?

Too... It's so vicious.

It's already bad that these monsters of their own are doing all kinds of evil.

But compared to the white-clothed Xiushi, it is simply a kind little white rabbit.

This guy can say a very horrible thing as if it were eating and cooking.

"No!! don't!! you kill me. You'd better kill me. I'd rather die. ”