The two are not the Diaspora Taoist priests they call them. Those two were also members of the Lingxu Sword Sect - the third and fourth disciples of the head of the sect.

Li Yunxin didn't have much heart to weigh whether "the disciple of the head of the family is too weak" or "the formation left by his parents is too strong". He only knew that what he thought was gone was now a twist and turn.

The two juniors are still alive, and they sound quite powerful. Once that person finds out that the two senior brothers have no news, if he has the heart to investigate, will he really find out his head?

He still doesn't know much about the means of "immortals", so he doesn't dare to speculate. But I was already wondering if that person didn't have time to come here tonight to kill people and "cross the catastrophe", could it be to investigate the incident.

What a pity. He had planned to flee after learning the details. But now that I know these things, I wonder if the master behind these six swordsmen, "Huainanzi", will notice something unusual.

It's about your own life...... You can't be too careful.

So......

These six people can't stay.

The effect of "Yijin Night Walking Map" has been exerted to its fullest. Liu Laodao, who guided the aura of heaven and earth, felt more and more frightened - he was also a "master" who could paint works with artistic conception, but his things were compared with the current thing......

It's like garbage.

The six people in the formation had completely lost themselves and were controlled by some powerful emotion.

But Li Yunxin still felt that it was not enough. After all, he made it up in a hurry. According to his father, after the formation of this "Cloth Brocade Night Walking Map" should make the people in the formation lose their original selves, even if they go to give him a knife, he will still be immersed in illusory glory and cannot extricate himself - by no means like now.

So I had to think of something else.

If you want to kill them.

Qiao Duanhong pushed aside the people around him and walked to Li Yunxin and Liu Laodao.

He first bowed deeply to Liu Laodao, and then bowed solemnly to Li Yunxin, and then said: "I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes below, and I have scorned the immortal all the way, and the immortal is not strange." ”

He didn't look at the six people over there, who were flying and talking, and the expression on his face was calm and calm, as if he had handed over his net worth and life to these two "masters".

Everyone in the game looked at each other, but soon the dullest people realized why their darts were doing what they did—the old and the young, who had been despised and ridiculed by them before, were really hidden and had a deep meaning in everything they did.

"Dare to ask Immortal Elder, what should we do now? Those six people are restrained?" Qiao Duanhong was talking to Liu Laodao.

Of course, Liu Laodao couldn't answer this question. But fortunately, his acting skills are excellent, so he only raised his eyes slightly, twisted his beard, and said: "Poor Dao is casting spells, so it's inconvenient to say more." Ask me about it. I've told him all the tricks of this formation. ”

"Not really. Li Yunxin said.

He spoke quickly, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something. In fact, he didn't want to give Qiao Duanhong a chance to get to the bottom of it - for example, why a teenager he met by chance on the road could assist an "immortal elder" at this moment.

"Don't act rashly now. You can talk and move around a little, but don't think about running. Once you move big and these six people are stimulated, you have to come to your senses. Now they feel that everything is under control, so they are pretending. Li Yunxin turned his head to look at Qiao Duanhong, and then at the few people behind him, "Then Mr. Qiao, if you people launch a surprise attack the moment they come to their senses, what is the probability of killing these six people?"

Qiao Duanhong was slightly stunned. The boy's tone was familiar.

It's not that it's like a familiar person, it's like that...... I'm used to giving orders and instructing others to do things.

He realized that his earlier assumptions about the boy's identity had been completely wrong. That's probably ...... It's not a simple kid of a merchant's family. Maybe it's the son of a wealthy family. But what is the relationship between him and Liu Laodao? Judging from the current situation...... The two seem to have a tacit understanding for a long time.

He hurriedly arched his hand: "Don't dare to be, I'm a rough person below, I don't dare to call Mr." If you want to talk about raids......"

Qiao Duanhong's face flushed slightly: "I'm afraid it's ...... Not a single one. It can hurt about two or three people. But Childe may not know much about these things - these six people are all second-rate masters in the rivers and lakes. It's also a one-in-a-million role. We people say ......"

"Well, got it. Li Yunxin interrupted him, "Then you have to think of a different way." ”

There were no emotional fluctuations on his face, which made Qiao Duanhong feel very hurt. Of course, he didn't expect such a young man to understand what it meant to be a "second-rate master".

The chivalrous heroes in the legends are always flying high and flying up and down the walls, and a "first-class master" is just a foil in the stories circulating in the streets and alleys. As for "second-rate master", it is a real derogatory term in the eyes of laymen.

But the reality is that a person with mediocre qualifications began to practice martial arts when he was a child, and there are special people to take care of medicinal materials and diet, worship "famous teachers", learn good methods, and when he reaches the prime of life, he may only be able to touch the edge of "third-rate masters".

To become a second-rate master, in addition to a favorable environment and opportunities, you must also have talent.

As for the first-class masters...... That's really a dragon and phoenix like no other.

Qiao Duanhong felt that his qualifications were acceptable, and he was hard-working when he was young, and his family was also solid - at this age, he could barely touch the edge of a second-rate master, and he was already quite complacent.

At least in a few dart stores in Los Angeles, his skills are ranked high.

But these things, he felt that the young man probably did not know. Maybe the boy was of noble birth and had been practicing magic since he was a child, so he wouldn't be interested in practicing martial arts.

Most of the high-ranking families in the city are like this - Mu Xian Xiang Dao, and he likes to learn to practice "meditation and vomiting". Although it is not lawful, it is only a vassal elegance, but for the skills of hard work, I have never been careful.

He had no choice but to give up his hand again, paying attention to Liu Laodao's reaction with his spare eyes, and asked tentatively: "That...... What else can we do to help?"

Liu Laodao was inscrutable and didn't speak, Li Yun thought about it: "I have a way-"

That's half the story.

Suddenly the wind in the woods was strong.

It was originally windy. Spring is windy, and even in such a dense forest, there is still a light breeze.

But the wind came strangely - there was a chill in the forest.

The wind rolled up almost against the ground and circled around everyone. The two campfires dimmed in unison, and the leaves rattled.

Liu Laodao's beard was blown upside down, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it. Because at the moment when the wind rose, he suddenly found that the spiritual flow in the formation was disordered.

So the six swordsmen, who were still talking, hesitated to slow down their speech, then looked at each other and closed their mouths in embarrassment.

The next moment, these six killers who had escaped the control of the formation finally realized that something was wrong. The high-cheeked and thin-eyed swordsman frowned: "There are high-ranking people - kill them first!"

Almost at the same time, a shrill and poignant but vague voice sounded in everyone's ears with the gust of wind—

"I died so badly—"

The swordsman's impending offensive was once again halted by the sound.

Liu Laodao's eyes widened, and his lips trembled slightly.

Qiao Duanhong and the others of the dart bureau looked around blankly, trying to figure out if they had heard it wrong.

Li Yunxin sighed.

A classic opening of a ghost movie.

Then the next sentence is probably ......

"Give me my head back......"

When this second sound sounded in the night and in the dense forest, even the blade in the hand of the most ruthless swordsman began to tremble slightly.

In such a world, even the most knowledgeable people – not including those who are truly cultivators, of course – would not be bombarded with as much information as they were in Li Yunxin's day. Li Yunxin can know the one, two, and three-step routines of female ghosts, know that there are water monsters in the river, dragon kings in the sea, Yama underground, and golden immortals in the sky, and know what the life of the emperor is like, what the life of the great officials is like, and what the life of the rich and noble is like.

He can even have aesthetic fatigue, such as after hearing the two words of this female ghost, he thought to himself-

Oh, it's the same routine again.

So even when he was surprised that "I was finally going to see a real ghost for the first time in this world", the fear in his heart was far less than that of others.

Wait until ......

This female ghost appeared in a very classic way-

A woman in white walked out with her arms crossed and walked out from behind a bush. There were large patches of blood on his body, dripping on the ground. But her head was not on her body—a wound on her neck that was the size of a bowl, and bone stubble, trachea, and blood vessels could be seen.

Her head was on the ground. Just four or five steps in front of him, his bones were rolling. The eyes were still open, and they looked at the body behind them crookedly.

So the body staggered forward with its rolling head, and let out a bitter and mournful cry as it went—

"Give me back my head......"

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