Liu San and the others were stunned, they had never seen a middle-aged scholar with such an expression, Liu San's eyes flashed, he rubbed his palms, moved a few steps slightly towards Wang Lin's position, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, what's wrong with him, little brother?

Wang Lin looked as usual, glanced at the middle-aged scholar indifferently, did not speak, and Situ Nan's unhurried voice came from his ears.

"This little doll has some meaning, this face-to-face technique has some means, but it is still mysterious for mortals, but for people like me who cultivate immortals, there are some classes that have axes, and the old man just passed on to him the memory of killing people and destroying the door before, hehe, this makes him unbearable. ”

The middle-aged scholar was sweating profusely for just a while, looking at Wang Lin's gaze, not as plain as just now, at this time revealing a strong color of awe, he heard Liu San's words, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "With Xiao ...... The brothers have nothing to do with each other, the future of the little brother is unpredictable, and Wang's face is not good at learning and can't see through...... Can't see through. After saying that, he shook again and again, and his face was full of bitterness.

The scene he saw just now was completely shocked, it was simply a Shura hell, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and all of them were obviously not mortals, flying away from the sky and the earth, omnipotent, middle-aged scholars learned the art of face handed down by his family since he was a child, and he was well-informed, and knew that there were immortals in the world, and once many things were involved, he was afraid of being killed.

Liu San frowned, and was about to speak, when suddenly a scream came from a distance, and a huge human head drew an arc in mid-air, threw it from a distance, rolled a few times after landing, and stopped at the fire.

Liu San's face changed drastically, and he recognized this person as the guard of the dart bureau who was in charge of patrolling around, and immediately stood up suddenly.

Yang Sen grabbed the head, clenched his fists, and said in a tearing voice: "Ergou, brother swears to avenge you!"

At this time, all the guards of the dart bureau drew their weapons one after another and looked around with murderous energy.

The black-faced man stood beside Liu San, his eyes were blazing, and he shouted in a deep voice: "That good man is here, he doesn't know the rules too much." ”

With a rustling sound, dozens of black-clothed people crawled out of the ground around them, slapping the sand and dust on their bodies, while looking coldly at the mighty dart board.

"Open the mountain and hand over the things, and we will leave immediately, otherwise, there will be no one left here. An emaciated old man slowly walked out of the man in black.

Liu's three faces sank like water, and he shouted in a low voice: "Who is my Dao, it turned out to be your vulture Song Xing." ”

The old man smiled and said gloomily: "The surname Liu, don't tell lies in front of real people, your mighty dart bureau will send red goods openly this time, and secretly bring back a ginseng with a five-hundred-year climate, this thing, you can hand it over to keep you safe, don't hide here for the sake of things outside your body." ”

Liu San frowned, looked at the people around him, and said secretly in his heart: "How does this vulture Song Xing know that I have deep ginseng? It seems that the people who are traveling with me must have a spy." Thinking of this, he suddenly swept his gaze, glanced at Wang Lin, and sneered.

He made a color to the black-faced man, took a few steps by himself, clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice: "Don't say that the old man doesn't have this kind of ginseng, even if he does, with your Song Xing's martial arts, you can still snatch it from me." ”

The black-faced man understood and quietly walked behind Wang Lin.

Wang Lin frowned, and suddenly the middle-aged scholar stepped forward to stop the black-faced man and shouted, "What are you doing, this little brother is not a spy." ”

The black-faced man was stunned and was about to speak.

At this moment, the vulture Song Xing laughed and said loudly: "The surname is Liu, I can't beat you, but today, we personally shot back then, and you are dead." After speaking, he took a few steps back and shouted, "Welcome to the arrival of the Great Year." As he spoke, he immediately fell to the ground with an extremely respectful expression.

Looking at the black-clothed people around them, all of them looked fanatical, prostrate on the ground, and followed Song Xing to read loudly: "Welcome to the arrival of the year." ”

A cold voice suddenly came from all directions: "Hand over the ginseng, otherwise, die!" As soon as the words fell, a fist-sized fireball suddenly appeared from the shadows, with a strong high temperature, and instantly hit a dart guard, the guard didn't even have time to scream, and immediately turned into a pile of black charcoal along with the weapon in his hand.

At this moment, everyone in the dart game was stunned, and some didn't even grab the weapons in their hands, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Yang Sen's eyes showed a look of horror, and he lost his voice: "This ...... What kind of secret weapon is this?"

The heat wave couldn't stop emanating from the pile of black charcoal, and the surrounding guards bent their hairs to reveal their roasted faces.

Liu San also looked shocked, subconsciously took a few steps back, looked at the pile of black charcoal on the ground in a daze, and was speechless for a long time.

The black-faced man's eyes showed a look of fear, and he said tremblingly, "Immortal...... Immortal Spell?" Speaking of this black-faced man, he had also been tested by the Immortal Cultivation Sect when he was a child, and only then did he set foot on the rivers and lakes after being eliminated, and his childhood memories stimulated him deeply, and now when he saw the fireball technique, he immediately thought of it.

Song Xing looked proud, and said loudly: "That's right, we are immortals back then, why don't you send the ginseng quickly?"

All the people in the dart game looked at Liu San one after another, their eyes showed a pleading look, if they were mortals, they still had the courage to fight, but the other party was an immortal, and these men lost their fighting spirit at this moment.

Liu San's face was bitter, and he was about to speak, when suddenly three fireballs appeared silently, floating motionless in the air.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his interest rose, judging from the power of this fireball technique, the person who cast the spell definitely did not exceed the third layer of the condensation period, he touched his chin, his divine sense swept away, and suddenly on a big tree not far away, he noticed the person who cast the spell.

"Huh?" Wang Lin was stunned, the person who cast the spell was about twenty years old, and he had cultivated to the peak of the second layer of the Qi Condensation Period, and he could break through to the third layer at any time. The young man's face was gloomy, and there were several deep scars on his face, which looked quite hideous at first glance, but the more Wang Lin looked at it, the more familiar he became.

The middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "Lao Liu, hand it over, even if the owner knows, he won't blame us, the other party is an immortal, how can we mortals resist." ”

Liu San hesitated, but reluctantly took out a palm-sized brocade box from his arms and put it on the ground.

As soon as the brocade box landed, it suddenly floated up, and instead of being sent to the other party, it flew backwards and was grabbed by Wang Lin in his hand.

(Readers, can you guess who this person is?)