Stepping into the back hall of the public house, and seeing the jailer in front of him who stepped forward with a spear in hand, Wei Ye, the immortal warlock who really experienced the killing array for the first time, also had some experience in the battle. After all, these people in front of him are military-trained jailers after all, not amateur bandits who can scare their pants with a few tricks on the barren mountains and wild roads.

The peach daughter in his hand on the Dongyang sword Zhu Yun Seal Lingwen lit up, and Wei Ye stood up with a sword edge, and just bullied himself and grabbed into the spear array. The peach daughter has the power of the blessing of the Dongyang sword, these ash pole spears soaked in oil and wrapped in linen cloth are also as brittle as the dry wheat stalks in autumn, as long as the peach is rubbed, it is broken into several sections with a click!

Having learned the lesson of the old sword moves, Wei Ye's sword path did not use the ramming force in ten out of ten, and he stabbed and stabbed at the most vulnerable place in the human body. In the blink of an eye, three people were put down from under him, and the rest of the guards were already gallant, holding the spear shaft that had been cut in two by the peach daughter, turned around and ran.

Wei Ye didn't care about them, he held the peach daughter in his hand, the tip of the sword was pointing down, and he walked all the way over. When he stepped on the land in the back court, he happened to see the two people who were blown up beyond recognition by the parcel bomb transformed by the Dongyang Sword Zhu Dao Technique hidden in the Wenzhen.

Although Zhou Bin still took a breath, his whole body was burned back and forth by the Dongyang Sword Zhu Fu Seal, except for his head and face, he still had a vague appearance, and the surface of his whole body had been almost carbonized. Don't say that the general treatment methods of rescuing skin grafting are not feasible, even if it is an elixir that can bring the dead back to life like the soul rejuvenation incense refined by the immortals of the overseas Cave Continent, in the face of this body that has been burned out, they have no choice but to restrain their hands.

As for the various magical methods of resurrection that are more subtle than the soul rejuvenation incense, it is estimated that no one is willing to treat such a dead eunuch at such a high price. Even if it is all kinds of necromancy spells in the Western magic system, it is extremely troublesome to perform an undead transformation in the face of such a corpse that is all burned by the pure cave sun flame. Seriously, Zhou Bin is in his current state, even if he uses the demon technique of the left door of Xiamao Mountain to raise zombies, it is too troublesome, but in the hands of Wei Ye, he can still make the best use of it.

Wei Ye dodged forward, cut off the head of the half-old eunuch with a sword, raised his hand, and shouted: "A certain is Wei Ye, the commander of the Taiping Dao Army, and Zhou Bin is dead, so wait for the edict and prison guards to quickly put down their blades and escape separately!"

The martial disciples of the Taiping Dao who rushed in after him were stunned for a moment, and then immediately followed by the heavy steel spears and iron halberds in their hands to the ground, and shouted in unison: "Hook and shield order Zhou Bin is dead! The edict prison has been captured!"

The sound of the clash of gold and iron echoed in this century-old obscure Han Tianzi prison with the shouting, and even the yin and cold air engine condensed by the resentment and earth qi were swept away by this majestic qi, and only the shouts kept rushing forward:

"Hook Shield Order Zhou Bin is dead! The edict prison has been captured!"

It seems that even this edict is trembling slightly because of this shout!

The remnants of the jailers, as well as some of the hard-fought and daring to fight, retreated while trying to shoot with their bows, but under the protection of the Qingtang Qizi armor worn by these martial disciples, this kind of shooting was no different from the breeze.

Surrounded by this group of Taiping Dao disciples, Wei Ye, the only Confucian scholar in a green shirt and big sleeves, was also very tidy, and he also took out a mixed yuan ruyi stone from his sleeve. These Gan Wantang sacrificed and refined a one-time mixed yuan ruyi stone, and I didn't know that when the Kaiyang Gate was clamoring for trouble, the immortal warlock who would also pick up the oil in this bran would take a few pieces.

Holding this mixed yuan ruyi stone, Wei Ye still had the mind to greet loudly: "Brothers, we are busy with things now, and we don't have time to entangle with these goods." I don't have enough stock in my hand, so I'm left with this wishful stone, and any of you who are baseball pitchers will come over and help!"

In the laughter, these martial arts disciples also had fun, after all, the immortal warlock who could help them make trouble in Luoyang to such a point was not their own people, but also their own people. Someone else whistled and answered: "This fairman, I haven't played baseball, but I have been a three-point shooter on the school basketball team before?"

Wei Ye also smiled and choked back: "This magic weapon is big when it shrinks, it's too big for a guy like you to hold it in one hand, so let's shoot a three-pointer and see?"

Unlike the clerical faction like Wei Ye who lurked in the Han system, the immortal warlock can collect demons everywhere to earn extra money and collect all kinds of magic secrets by the way, and promote and transfer classes safely, and the astral adventurers of the warrior class have to have a Jinyi that all rely on the corpse mountain and blood to kill them - just stupidly practicing basic marksmanship against the scarecrow, but no famous person can practice it. These Taiping Dao martial arts disciples who gathered in the Luoyang branch were all in Youyan Prefecture and the local bandits who occupied the mountains as kings, and they only responded to Gan Wantang's call to come to Luoyang, a rich and noble capital with a deep culture.

For those clerical adventurers who shook their lips and pretended to be strategists, they didn't have a good impression, but a melee immortal warlock like Wei Ye, who dared to rush forward with a single sword and attack, this initial favorability was not ordinarily high.

However, if Wei Ye was to choose for himself, if he could master any continuous long-range attack Dao technique, he would definitely not engage in such a dangerous melee mage rushing killing method. His surname is Wei, and he is not surnamed Gu, so there is no such thing as "drunk for a thousand miles".

In the midst of such a mess, someone interrupted the rare good atmosphere between blood and fire: "Where is Brother Ma imprisoned? Take us quickly." ”

Of course, it will not be anyone else, but He Ming. When Wei Ye heard this, he glanced at He Ming's serious and childish face, shrugged his shoulders, and beckoned to everyone: "Big guy, come with me." ”

As he spoke, Wei Ye had already strode towards the stone prison that had been renovated from the Big Gun Mansion, and He Ming, who was following him, still refused to take a step. When walking side by side, this kid who was a little brainless kept asking in a tone that couldn't tell whether he was angry or happy: "Just now you claimed to be the general of the Taiping Dao Army, what kind of bad idea are you fighting? Hey, don't try to escape!"

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Under the stone prison, because of the ban on the town, Wei Ye didn't call many people to go down with him, but only called He Ming to accompany him down into the dungeon.

After a few days, Ma Yuanyi's appearance was worse than before, his prison clothes were already ragged like a net, blood was exposed everywhere, and the blood on his face was also a little insufficient, and the whole person was tightly bound by iron chains, and heavy iron shackles were added to his neck, wrists, and ankles. However, even so, the upright shape is still not broken, the broad chest is still erect, and there is no bowing head, and there is still a spirit of eight feet high.

Wei Ye touched his chin, looked at Ma Yuanyi carefully through the faint yellow prohibition, and nodded: "I've seen Brother Ma for a long time, or should I call you the Taiping Dao Divine Envoy - well, don't talk about this question, I'm just asking, in the past few days since I slipped from the edict, the eunuch Zhou Bin died and didn't transfer manpower from yamen such as Taichang Temple, and he added more hands and feet to this ban on sealing the town, right?"

asked this affectionately, and Ma Yuanyi also smiled generously: "The ban of that old master is stable and stable, and it will never be in it." This friend, you are extremely pure, and I am also a fellow Daoist, but Ma Yuanyi has a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not, the number of ways you cultivate seems to be faintly wrong, and it looks like there is no big problem in front of you, and when you go to the back, you will inevitably have a lot of obstacles. ”

Wei Ye smiled, but waved his hand: "I know my own affairs, and if Brother Ma wants to pull me in, it will be free." The Taoist inheritance of the Taiping Qing Lingshu is not only a great sage and good teacher!"

As soon as he said this, He Ming beside him was still confused, Ma Yuanyi only smiled faintly, no longer refuted, and only said to He Ming gently: "Ah Ming, are your sister Wantang and the brothers okay? I have heard of the chaos in this dungeon in the past few days, but I don't want you to make such a beautiful plan!"

Facing Ma Yuanyi's smile, He Ming shrank his neck slightly as if he was embarrassed, and then revealed a soldier's unique expression: "Brother Ma, I'...... Sister Gan and I are very good, but this time the plan ......"

"Well, this time's plan is to make a small life for me, and I am willing to take risks to run for the Taiping Road. If you just rely on Ah Ming's tendon thinking, there are probably only three steps to the rescue of Brother Ma: rush in, kill the jailers, rescue Brother Ma, and finish. ”

Wei Ye said, and added unceremoniously: "Of course, this operation, I am the execution of the business contract, and after the matter is completed, I will ask the Gan Sacrifice Wine to receive a sum of money." ”

If it was according to the usual pattern, He Ming would either simply show an expression of "I didn't understand anything" and ignore Wei Ye's sarcasm, or directly show an angry expression, and then carry a green steel rod and prepare to charge. This time, however, the young man remained silent, not prepared to react aggressively.

Glancing at Ma Yuanyi, Wei Ye took out two ink-colored silk threads from his sleeve pouch, slightly tightened his big sleeve on his upper arm, and then closed his hands and nodded to Ma Yuanyi: "I'll start practicing the Fa now, Brother Ma, are you ready to break through the ban?"