Chapter Seventy-Three: Master
"Hehe, kill my psychic sect, can you still escape?"
With the sound of several clothes breaking through the air, several figures appeared behind them.
When Ling Shaoyun and Su Chenye heard this, they were shocked, they immediately stopped, glanced at each other, and slowly turned around.
I saw that what appeared in front of them was a dwarf with a short stature and an ugly face, dressed in a green silk brocade robe and dragging on the ground, which looked a little funny, but it gave people an extremely weird and terrifying feeling.
Beside the dwarf stood five men in brocade clothes, their faces were gloomy, all of them were bright, each holding a strange-shaped scimitar in their hands, and there was an aura of death all over their bodies.
Ling Shaoyun's heart froze, he could see that these people were all masters, and their martial arts cultivation had all reached the early stage of the innate realm of martial cultivation.
"Grandma's, it's troublesome, it's the ghost-faced dwarf and the five demons of the Psychic Sect!"
Su Chenye's face was solemn, and he whispered in Ling Shaoyun's ear.
The Psychic Sect has a total of six Xuanmen masters, namely Yan Jun, Soulless, Earth Ancestor, Meng Po, Five Evils, and Ghost-faced Dwarfs.
Standing in front of them were none other than the Five Demons and Ghost-Faced Gnomes among the six masters of the Psychic Sect.
"Hey, hey, boy, you're very knowledgeable, and since you know who we are, you don't want to die obediently. ”
The ghost-faced dwarf said in a strange way.
Su Chenye's whisper to Ling Shaoyun was unexpectedly heard by the ghost-faced dwarf, which showed how powerful the martial arts realm was.
"The two of us are just passing by here, I'm afraid you're looking for the wrong person!"
Ling Shaoyun said in a calm voice, it was obvious that the other party regarded them as murderers.
"Whether you kill or not, there is only one way to die if you are met by us!"
One of the five evils said with a blank face.
"The two of us don't know each other with you, and those people in the forest were not killed by the two of us, so that's it, so I will leave!"
After Ling Shaoyun finished speaking, without waiting for the other party to speak, he quickly pulled up Su Chenye and spread his body and flew forward.
Ling Shaoyun had no intention of entanglement with them, although the ghost-faced dwarf and the five demons were both martial cultivators, but he was not afraid, he just didn't want to get involved in the rights and wrongs of the psychic sect, so as to save unnecessary trouble.
The crescent moon was in the sky, the fog was hazy, and Ling Shaoyun and Su Chenye had already galloped along the mountain road for about ten miles.
Suddenly, a group of people appeared in front of them, Ling Shaoyun and Su Chenye looked at each other, and couldn't help but feel terrified, the two of them looked straight at the group of people in front of them, and for a moment, it was like seeing a ghost.
"This ...... That's a fucking problem!"
Su Chenye muttered indistinctly.
The group of people who appeared in front of them were none other than the ghost-faced dwarfs and the five demons just now.
Seeing this scene, Ling Shaoyun was secretly surprised, from this point of view, the Xuanmen technique of the Psychic Sect was really extraordinary.