Chapter 662: The Magic Cloak Provokes
Not long after Xianyu entered, three men looked at each other behind his seat, got up one after another, and walked to the end of the aisle, filling the narrow aisle.
The situation in the smoking room was not visible from the inside of the carriage, and one of the men shook his wrist, a dagger appeared in the palm of his hand, and the thin blade was directly embedded in the crack of the door, and he slashed downward, easily cutting the door bolt, and then the three men poured into the smoking room together. The whole process went unnoticed by anyone.
After the three men rushed into the smoking room, they saw Xian Yu with his back to them, his arms crossed his chest and looking at the wild scenery whistling outside the window, and the sharp dagger directly hit Xianyu's heart and lungs behind him, as if he could stab him in the heart with a light poke.
"Don't scream!" The man with the knife lowered his voice, or his voice was hoarse and low, as if he had been injured in the throat: "If you don't want to suffer, just obediently listen to what we say!"
Xianyu slowly raised his hands, showed his empty palms, and asked without looking back: "Hero, I'm just here to see the scenery, don't smoke." If you're in a hurry to get rid of your addiction, I can go out without using force, right?"
The knife-wielding man sneered, "We're not here to smoke. You are a snow-green crane, at first glance, you are imitating the Yunhai Immortal Sect, and you are unlucky to be here. ”
Xianyu was puzzled and asked, "What clothes am I wearing, is it in anyone's way?" Or is this snow green crane taboo?"
"You are clever, the Yunhai Immortal Sect has always been domineering and hated, but there are ignorant babies like you to follow suit...... Take off your clothes now!" the knife-wielding man pushed the dagger forward half an inch with a slight force.
The men on both sides were about to make a move, and stepped forward to hold Xianyu's two arms, and then they heard him shout: "Wait! I'm just such a piece of clothing, and the hero has to pick it up?
The man with the knife grinned: "Don't worry, the people on this train have work to do when they get to the Northern Wilderness." Since you are sitting with a few jade miners, then send them together to open the mountains and dig mines, two meals of salty soup and white noodles every day, and you will not starve to death!"
Xianyu suddenly became vigilant in his heart, and said in his mouth: "The reclamation of the Northern Wilderness has been so lively these days?
The knife-wielding man stepped in again, smiling hideously: "Yes, you fools like to die so much, we can't refuse." Hurry up and pick up your clothes, maybe Uncle I can get you a mine with fewer dead, otherwise don't blame Uncle for being ruthless!"
Xianyu sighed, and his tone changed suddenly: "Coercion with a knife, bewitchment and ignorance, cruelty and harm to the people, just these three, if I don't clean you up, I will worship under the Yunhai Immortal Sect in vain!"
Without waiting for the three men to react, Xianyu's arm suddenly emitted lightning, and the two people holding his arm were so electric that they convulsed, rolled their eyes, and fainted on the spot.
The man with the knife was so frightened that his tongue stiffened, and he saw Xianyu slowly turn around, his cold face was silent, and in fright, the man stabbed straight with the knife, and the tip of the knife went straight to Xianyu's heart, but it was not allowed to enter an inch on the surface of the snow and crane.
At this time, the sword-wielding man's mind came to his senses, what kind of person he was facing, an invulnerable snow green crane, it was enough to prove that the man in front of him was the true descendant of the Yunhai Immortal Sect.
Xianyu slowly lowered his head, the knife-wielding man was already frightened with weak legs and stiff body, and he couldn't even say a whole sentence, Xianyu seemed to be condescending, his calm face filled the knife-wielding man's vision, and asked softly:
"Do you know the word 'refining' in refining, how to write it?"
As soon as the words fell, the dagger against Xianyu's heart emitted a burst of orange-red scorching light, and the true fire of the mind used to refine the magic weapon was silent, instantly covering the inside and outside of the dagger, hotter than molten iron in the cast iron furnace.
"Ahhhh————hh
A heart-rending scream came from the mouth of the knife-wielding man, but his scream was like a dense and solidified mass of water, and only a series of muffled sounds could be heard close to it, which had long been drowned out by the sound of the rolling iron wheels of the train.
At this time, looking at the right hand of the man holding the knife, I saw that the entire dagger was like a soldering iron, slowly blending into the palm of the finger that had already been distorted, and almost the entire right forearm was shrouded in scorching fire, which showed the power of the true fire of the refining weapon.
Xianyu stretched out his little thumb and plucked his ears, as if he was tired of being noisy, and with a wave of his hand, the mana in the air slapped on the man's throat, which immediately made him lose his voice, and the surrounding water bloom mana swirled, and the true fire of the refining weapon naturally converged.
"It's noisy, I don't know how to write, and I don't need to shout, right?" Xianyu pointed casually, and several rays of lightning shot into the man's body, and the man's body shook, and he sat up suddenly, like a corpse.
After the knife-wielding man woke up, he quickly looked at his right hand, his right palm had turned into a ball of twisted flesh and bones, and no matter how good Lang Zhong was, he couldn't heal it, let alone a dagger that was fused into his bones.
"You, you...... What did you do?" the knife-wielding man crawled on, his back hitting the door panel, his right arm completely unconscious, and his sleeve tube seemed to be empty.
Xianyu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Your right hand will definitely be in pain if it is refined halfway by my true fire, so I use mana to cut off the meridian perception of your right hand, so as not to shout again after you wake up." Rest assured, this mana will last for three or five days at most, and when your meridian qi and blood flow on their own, you will be able to feel your right hand. If you are a venerable elder who is good at applying needles in the door change, maybe you can make your right hand unconscious for the rest of your life, but it will not be necrotic. ”
After hearing this, the man with the knife felt cold sweat like pulp, and his lips trembled and said, "Monster, monster!"
"Oh, your eyesight is not bad!" Xianyu approached the man and squatted down, and said with a hippie smile: "I'm a monster! It's inconvenient to tell you what the original body race is, the Yunhai Immortal Sect accepts disciples and transmits the Fa without the heart of race distinction, which is something that you ordinary people can't comprehend." ”
Looking at the man with the knife in fear, Xianyu continued: "When you go down the mountain, you can really bump into anything. If others simply admire my immortal sect atmosphere, and also wear a snow green crane, in the face of the sharp blade without the power to protect themselves, wouldn't they be miserable by you? When is a person acting right or wrong to judge by what kind of clothing? The ancestor created this clothes, just to protect the body, but now it is causing calamity, the evolution of the world and customs, really make me curious. ”
The man with the knife turned over one by one, knelt down in front of Xianyu, kowtowed like pounding garlic, smashed the floor with a bang, and kept saying in his mouth: "Immortal chief spare life, immortal long spare life!"