"If it weren't for the two of them trying their best to fight and strategizing frequently, until now, my subordinates still think that war is just child's play. The middle-aged scribe folded the folding fan in his hand and chuckled softly. This smile makes people feel like a spring breeze, if you look at it from the outside, this person should really be a kind reader. How could he have thought that in order to hone the will of the army, he could deliberately let the sergeant go to die.

Huang Yuchen and Zhan Pengfei stood quietly, quietly looking at the white-clothed scribe, without saying a word.

The two of them couldn't figure out why the white-clothed scribe suddenly appeared and didn't attack them. With the techniques and abilities shown by this person, he dealt with the two of them, and he was able to catch them, but he did not attack directly, but stood in place and said these dispensable words.

The white-clothed scribe looked at the two of them with a smile, and the folding fan was gently slapped in his hand, and after a while, he said, "Are you thinking about why I didn't use magic to subdue the two of them, so as to avenge the sergeant who died before." ”

The two of them still did not speak, and after this moment, the chaotic aura had calmed down. Huang Yuchen felt that the fighting qi in his body had stabilized, and he no longer gasped violently. Although there is not much fighting energy left in his body, he can barely sustain the battle. Zhan Pengfei's state was worse than that of Huang Yuchen, but he was no longer wheezing at the moment, his body was dry, and seeing that the white-clothed scribe had no intention of stepping forward to attack, he simply sat directly on the ground, looking at the white-clothed scribe with more interest, as if watching an interesting play.

The two of them didn't have any intention of replying, and at this moment, the two of them were almost trapped here by the white-clothed scribe. At this person's speed, if the two of them want to escape, it is simply a dream.

Calming down, Huang Yuchen carefully thought about the battle in his heart, but he didn't find any trace of the white-clothed scribe using his fighting spirit, everything seemed so natural, suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared. There seems to be a mist in my heart, and I can't touch or grasp it. How did this scribe's spell trigger?

Huang Yuchen frowned slightly, and looked up at the white-clothed scribe, at this moment, this person was still smiling in front of him, pacing left and right, and did not seem to have any emotions because the two did not reply. His whole person seemed to merge with this mountain forest, if he couldn't see it, just by perception, there seemed to be no object in front of him, a blank space.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Huang Yuchen's mind, and an idea spontaneously arose in his heart.

"This person's body is so weird, he was attacked head-on unharmed, and his body shape can be made out of nothing, isn't it......" Huang Yuchen thought secretly in his heart, his brows furrowed, and he looked up at the white-clothed scribe carefully, trying to determine the thoughts in his heart, but this scribe looked at it from the surface, but there was nothing unusual about it, except that he couldn't perceive his existence, the subtle sound made by this person gently patting the folding fan, and the sound of pacing slowly and stepping on the grass, but it was far from the conjecture in his heart: "Why doesn't it look like an illusion, how did he do it?"

The white-clothed scribe walked lightly, pacing slowly, smiling all the time, as if he didn't take the two of Huang Yuchen seriously, and since he had just said a word, he didn't speak again, I don't know what this person was thinking about writing in his mind now.

"Hey, I said. After a while, Zhan Pengfei couldn't bear it a little and said, "What the hell are you going to do, walking back and forth, and the people watching are dizzy." ”

"Oh?" the white-clothed scribe looked surprised, stopped, looked at Zhan Pengfei and said, "Why, can the general speak?" I thought that the general would have trouble talking, so I kept thinking about how to communicate with the general. ”

"What are you talking about. Zhan Pengfei glared at him and said, "What do you want, if you have something to say, say it quickly, and let it go if you have a fart." He was already a little irritable in his heart, and the white-clothed scribe only paced by himself, trapped the two of them here, did not kill or arrest them, and only said a few inexplicable words, not knowing what this man wanted to do. He had the intention to draw a knife and step forward to kill him, but his own attack had no effect on the other party, so he could only endure it.

"The general is still so angry. The white-clothed scribe's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at Zhan Pengfei, and said, "I just said that the anger is big and it is easy to hurt the body. After speaking, he opened the folding fan in his hand and waved it lightly at Zhan Pengfei.

Suddenly, Zhan Pengfei felt a sharp pain all over his body, this sharp pain suddenly came, I don't know where it came from, it seemed to rise from his heart, and the whole body was in severe pain, like ten thousand ants devouring his body, and the pain was unbearable. At this moment, he gritted his teeth fiercely, desperately endured, and stared at the white-clothed scribe with his eyes, as if he was about to burst into flames.

Huang Yuchen stood beside Zhan Pengfei, and didn't know what happened to Zhan Pengfei, only to see the white-clothed scribe gently wave at him with a folding fan, Zhan Pengfei began to tremble all over, and the tremor intensified, until he was sweating profusely and couldn't stand on his feet, Huang Yuchen knew that Zhan Pengfei was desperately enduring the pain, and until now, he didn't say a word.

Suddenly, Huang Yuchen had an idea, and he didn't notice that the white-clothed scribe had any other movements, he only waved the folding fan slightly, and Zhan Pengfei had already been hit, and an idea suddenly appeared in his heart. Hurriedly invoking the fighting energy of his whole body, his hands quickly pinched the trick, and the glowing pale yellow light flashed, condensing into several spell marks in front of Huang Yuchen.

"Break!" Huang Yuchen quickly drew a few runes in the air, grabbed it with one hand, and slapped it on Zhan Pengfei's head with a wave of his hand, only to hear the sound of "pop", as if something was broken by Huang Yuchen's beat. Zhan Pengfei's pain disappeared immediately, the burden was suddenly lifted, Zhan Pengfei coughed violently, knelt on one knee, and gasped. He was sweating profusely, but he didn't scream.

Huang Yuchen saw that this method was actually effective, and he had a faint eyebrow in his heart about the technique of the white-clothed scribe.

The two of them unknowingly entered the illusion of the white-clothed scribe, which was very exquisitely arranged and almost undetectable. If it weren't for the fact that he had just discovered that Zhan Pengfei was desperately enduring the pain, Huang Yuchen would not have thought about the illusion. The few spells that Fang had just condensed in the air were also in the formation, and they were specialized in dealing with illusions.

"Oh?" Seeing that Huang Yuchen had cracked his own technique, the white-clothed scribe couldn't help but light up, looked at Huang Yuchen, and said, "I didn't expect this little brother to be proficient in talismans, and he cracked the spell so easily, it's really unseemly." ”

Huang Yuchen didn't speak, stepped forward to help Zhan Pengfei, agitated the fighting spirit, and slowly transmitted the fighting energy into Zhan Pengfei's body to help recover. After a while, Zhan Pengfei's face was much better, he looked at Huang Yuchen, smiled, and patted his hand gently. Only then did Huang Yuchen withdraw his fighting spirit, looked at the white-clothed scribe in front of him, and said, "Your Excellency is clever in his means, and he is ashamed of himself." But I don't know what Your Excellency wants to do by trapping me and me here. ”

"What did the little brother say. Bai Yiwen smiled slightly and said, "I just want to talk to the two of you, and I don't have any malicious intent." Looking at the little brother's technique, he just used the Gen character formula, but he didn't expect that the little brother was young, but his formation attainments were perfect. As he spoke, he looked Huang Yuchen up and down again.

After a day of fighting, Huang Yuchen's body was covered with blood at the moment, and the tattered robe that had been injured before was casually draped on his body at this moment, which was even more tattered, but he deliberately covered the scars on his chest, but the scribe could not directly see the formation on his chest.

"Your ability to see at a glance my modus operandi shows that your attainments in this area are far superior to mine. Huang Yuchen said softly: "Since Your Excellency doesn't have the heart to kill the two of us, what do you want to talk about, it's better to talk about it directly." ”

When the white-clothed scribe heard this, he smiled softly and said, "Little brother said that I laughed, I didn't say it, I didn't have murderous intentions for the two of you." As he spoke, Huang Yuchen only felt a cold glint in the eyes of the white-clothed scribe, and stared straight at the two of them, his eyes were sharp, like an awl, stabbing straight at the door of the two of them.

"Yes!" Huang Yuchen was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly closed his eyes without looking directly at the other party. Zhan Pengfei didn't know why, his temperament was already straightforward, and he had just eaten the secret loss of the white-clothed scribe, and at this moment he was angry in his heart, and when he saw the white-clothed scribe glaring at him with bad intentions, he immediately glared angrily and glared back directly. But suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my eyes, and I couldn't help but snort and close my eyes violently. This feeling is like the other party holding a pair of scissors and stabbing directly into his eyes, and the pain is unbearable.

"Ah!!" With such a severe pain, Zhan Pengfei couldn't bear it anymore, and squatted directly on the ground, roaring in a muffled voice.

Huang Yuchen frowned, the other party used his eyes to release illusions, and at this moment, where the two of them were ......

Thinking so in his heart, his hands kept moving, and he quickly drew a few spells in the air, grabbed them with his hands, quickly slapped them on Zhan Pengfei's body, and shouted softly, "Break!"

Another thought cracking sound came, and Zhan Pengfei felt the stinging pain in his eyes disappear, and the steel needles that were like piercing his eyes disappeared at this moment. But his eyes were full of tears, and for a short time, he couldn't see anything.

"Grandma's!" Zhan Pengfei roared angrily, stood up directly from the ground, his eyes had not recovered, but the pain had disappeared, he suddenly pulled out the war knife inserted in the ground, pointed forward, and roared angrily: "If you are a fucking man, don't use these shady tricks to confront Lao Tzu head-on!" After speaking, he wanted to rush forward and use the war knife in his hand to break the white-clothed scribe into ten thousand pieces.

Seeing this, Huang Yuchen hurriedly grabbed Zhan Pengfei and said softly: "Uncle Zhan, don't be impatient, at this moment, you and I should already be in the formation arranged by the other party, and there is no benefit in rushing forward." ”

"The general. The white-clothed scribe's feminine voice came, and said, "You better listen to this little brother's words, and don't be impatient, so as not to suffer any more." After speaking, he opened the folding fan in his hand with a "bang", and his face showed a smile like a spring breeze.

Zhan Pengfei was pulled by Huang Yuchen, and the survey stopped. There were tears in his eyes at the moment, and he gritted his teeth with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

Huang Yuchen's breath was calm, he looked at the white-clothed scribe in front of him, and said softly: "What Your Excellency wants to say, please feel free to say it." Don't use magic to toss my uncle. ”