Chapter 7: The Scar Monk

Lin Qian galloped along the mountain range of Wujian Mountain, towards the way he came, he now felt that this person might be on the mountain, he wanted to disguise himself and go to the disciples on the mountain to look for it, to see if there were any monks with scars on his face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was accurate, this person must be a person from the Spirit Rune Sect on the mountain, and it is rare for a demon cultivator to dare to come to the Spirit Rune Sect to cause trouble on weekdays, and even if there is, he will be noticed by the sect early, unless this person is a disciple on the mountain.

At this moment, the effect of the wind chasing talisman on Lin Sign's feet has passed, although it is galloping all the way, it is much slower than Fang Cai.

Half an hour later, Lin signed to a forest, which was still some distance away from Xianrendi Village.

Lin Zhu did not have the blessing of the wind chasing talisman, even if it was a three-layer Qi practice, the aura ran faster than ordinary people, but it would still be tired after running down for dozens of miles, and the weather was hot and tight, so he stopped in this woods at this moment, and found a big tree to rest in the shade.

Lin Qian was thinking about how to find it when he went up the mountain, when a gust of wind swept through the woods, and in front of him was a big tree more than two people thick, and its branches and leaves were blown and swayed around, vaguely revealing a cave hidden behind it.

Lin Ding's eyes shrank suddenly, and he quickly stood up and ran behind the tree, and on the mountain wall behind the tree, there was a hole half a foot in size, and it was so dark that there was no depth.

Strangely, this cave does not cling to the ground, but grows on the wall of a mountain more than three people above the ground, and it does not look like a cave of wild beasts.

Lin Zhao hesitated slightly, and climbed up from the big tree beside him, and when he climbed to the same height as the cave, he jumped into the cave with a leap.

This hole is quite deep, Lin Zhu cat walked carefully for half a pillar of incense for a while, only to come to a wide boundary, at this time suddenly from the foot of the strange sound, not waiting for Lin Qi to react, he felt that his feet fell soft, when his feet fell, the ground returned to its original hardness, and his feet were directly imprisoned in the ground.

Lin Qian was shocked, and he couldn't break free after struggling for a long time, and he couldn't see anyone when he looked around.

"Don't look for it. The dry voice was like two old bronze objects rubbing against each other, and it was as if the speaker hadn't spoken for a long time.

As the words landed, from the front not far from Lin Ding, four burning fireballs flew out and landed on the four torches inserted in the wall, and the surroundings suddenly brightened, this is a space of more than ten zhang wide, looking at the traces on the wall, it is estimated that someone chiseled it out with a sword.

In this cave, the surrounding walls are carved with all kinds of rune patterns, and there is a spring in the middle, which is constantly gurgling and tumbling with spring water, in which the aura is so rich that Lin Zhu can feel the aura far beyond the residence of the outer disciples of the Spirit Rune Sect.

At this moment, in front of Lin Jian more than ten steps away, there was a middle-aged monk in tattered clothes, wearing a pair of tattered hats, but from the holes in the hats, you could see the top of his hairless head, and a shocking scar ran across his face, although he was dressed in tatters, but Lin Jian still recognized at a glance that he was wearing the clothes of the outer disciples of the Spirit Rune Sect.

"This senior brother has ...... There's something to say. Lin Ding was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and forced out a smile.

The monk took off the hat on his head, put it in the storage bag, touched his smooth head, and snorted coldly: "You kid, don't get close to me, I'm not a member of this bullshit Spirit Rune Sect." ā€œ

"Then this senior, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, I accidentally found this cave, and I thought I had found a treasure, so I asked for treasure and came in to see, I hope you forgive me, if you don't solve the spell of the younger generation first, the younger generation will leave. ā€

Lin Qian smiled, his right hand had been quietly placed on the storage bag, and he was surprised to find that his divine sense had not been able to feel this person's breath before, but after this person took off the hat, he actually felt his breath.

"Tsk, you little guy is quite capable of, do you think I don't know that your kid has been watching the workshop in that immortal village recently? I used the stealth technique to steal this rune paper when you went to the mountain this morning, just now the monkey was running around in a hurry to find me, if I let you go, you go to the Spirit Rune Sect to sue me, where am I going, since you found the cave where I am hiding, stay here." ā€

The monk grinned, and a fireball appeared in his hand, which changed from small to large unhurriedly, and the flames rose and jumped in his hand, and even the air was burned with a crackling sound.

"Fireball, go!"

The monk snorted coldly, and the fireball in his hand was thrown straight at Lin Ti, who had become a dead man in his eyes at this moment, and would be burned to ashes in a few moments.

Seeing the fireball coming like an eye-like sign, Lin Sign's eyes flashed, and with a slap of his right hand on the storage bag, he took out a golden armor talisman in a flash of white light.

"Golden Armor Talisman Feet!"

It was too late, it was too fast, and Lin Qian quickly instilled a trace of aura into the golden armor talisman and threw it under him.

The moment the golden armor talisman touched the ground, the yellow light flashed and spontaneously combusted, and I saw that the soil under Lin Jian's body cracked inch by inch, as if something was about to be propped out of it.

As soon as the soil cracked, he naturally couldn't trap Lin Sign, he jumped into the danger to avoid the fireball, and after landing on the ground, his eyes stared coldly at the scarred monk, and his feet were covered with a layer of armor that shimmered with a faint yellow light.

It turned out that Fang Cai leaned into the soil and instantly added such a piece of armor to his feet, and forcibly stretched open the ground that trapped his feet.

In fact, now that I think about it, Lin Qian is still a little afraid, if he can't hold up the ground, he will be hit by that fireball, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Tut-tut, there are such methods, it seems that I underestimated you. The scar monk's eyes also shrank, but he didn't expect Lin Jian to escape.

"Your grandfather and I have a lot of means, and they are also the third level of Qi training, so I can still be afraid that you will not succeed. Lin Qi snorted coldly, bluffed and took out three fireball talismans from the storage bag and pinched them in his hand, in fact, his heart was now like an ant on a hot pot.

"Although this monk is a third-level Qi cultivator, he has reached the late stage, and I have just broken through now, and his foundation is unstable, not to mention that he can use the fireball technique, and the water condensation technique I am practicing now can also condense four useless drops of water beads when it breaks through the sky.

My only means is the rune paper in the storage bag, and looking at the appearance of this monk, there should be no shortage of rune paper, before he lit the torch by means of not casting his own spell, so quickly condensed four fireballs must have been done with fireball charms, using fireball charms to light torches, it can be seen that there are many runes in his hands are not afraid of waste at all.

His stealing of the rune paper in the workshop must also have something to do with these, maybe it is because of his superb talisman drawing skills, or maybe it is something else, in short, I am by no means his opponent, and now it is imperative to think of escaping!"