"Xiaolu, I think you are a little arrogant. You should learn to keep a low profile." Li Mingru taught patiently.
"Boss, are you saying I'm not awesome now?" Lin Xiaolu asked confusedly.
Li Mingru:......
He wisely skipped the question, and then continued to speak to the young man in front of him: "The Yellow Sky Mirage will open in another month."
"Yes, I know." Lin Xiaolu had doubts in his eyes, wondering why the boss suddenly told him this.
"This time, young monks from Japan will also participate."
"That island country?" Lin Xiaolu was stunned, and subconsciously thought of his Japanese sword skills.
In the cave, Li Mingru nodded and said with a leisurely smile: "The Yellow Sky Mirage is filled with some discarded magic weapons left by the three Shang Sects. Although I don't like it as a master, the waste left by the monks in the heaven and human realm is of no use to the mortals. For the Immortal Cultivation Sect, it is indeed a treasure.
Aren’t you always helpless against flying monks? There is something in the Yellow Sky Mirage that allows you to deal with flying monks. "
"I go!"
The young man stood up with a "soaring" sound, his eyes showed surprise and asked: "Is it something that can make me fly?"
Li Mingru laughed: "You will know it after you find it."
"Yeah, okay, boss, I will definitely find it." Lin Xiaolu was so excited that he could finally deal with the flying monks. Wow, that's great! "
Seeing that he was smiling happily, Li Mingru was also inspired to smile a little, and then he spoke again:
"One more thing. You, Chen Nianyun and Tang Hanqing will go down the mountain together tomorrow morning."
"ah?"
Lin Xiaolu was stunned and said with some confusion: "Boss, I just came back, why did you ask me to go down the mountain? Besides, I don't like to play with Chen Nianyun. He always treats me as his father. I am still so young, so the pressure is very high. Do you understand?" .”
Li Mingru:......
Although this brat was mean when he was a child, he was still quite cute sometimes. Why is he only mean when he grows up now?
Really, I don’t know who I learned it from.
Li Mingru said angrily: "I'm just going down the mountain to do a small task. The leader named you three little guys to go. I think it will be completed in a few days. We can play again when we come back."
"What's your mission, boss?" Lin Xiaolu asked.
"I don't know for sure," Li Mingru said while drinking. "The boss has asked someone from the Law Enforcement Hall to hand over the case to Chen Nianyun. You can just ask him later."
After saying that, Li Mingru winked at the handsome duck in Lin Xiaolu's arms.
Shuaishuaiya understood this and looked helpless.
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Late at night, on the border of Emei, the vassal country is Jin.
It was late at night, the wind was biting, and the streets of a certain city in the Jin Kingdom were deserted and desolate. Only the call of the watchman could be heard occasionally.
A young man who had just walked out of a brothel was humming a tune drunkenly and walking alone on the dark street.
His face was red and he smelled of alcohol. He staggered forward until he reached a river bank. Suddenly he saw a man with disheveled hair standing on the road ahead.
The man was wearing shabby gray clothes. He was tall, but his face looked a little haggard. His eyes were deeply sunk in his eye sockets, as if he was indifferent to everything in the world. In his right hand, he was holding a A sickle for harvesting straw.
The young master didn't pay much attention at first, but when he saw the scythe in the man's hand, he lost all his drunkenness. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and threw out a shining spiritual sword.
This young master is also an immortal cultivator!
At this moment, in the empty and desolate street, the young master rushed towards the sickle man with his sword and shouted at the same time:
"Untouchable! Give back the lives of my Luo family!"
The long-haired man holding the scythe looked indifferently, watching the young man swooping over and then stepping on the maple leaves on the ground.
"Crack!"
The animal trap arranged in advance among the maple leaves suddenly activated and clamped the young master's feet!
"Ahhhhh!"
The young master immediately let out a miserable scream and fell to his knees.
He was just a casual cultivator on the second level of Qi Condensation. He couldn't bear the trap specially used to capture large beasts, and his leg bones were broken by the sharp knife on it!
"Untouchable!"
The monk held the bloody broken leg and roared as he threw out a spiritual talisman. The talisman turned into fire with a "Boom!" sound in the air, which was very conspicuous in the night.
But the mysterious man with the sickle was one step ahead of him. He waved his hand expressionlessly, and a handful of white powder was immediately thrown out, directly blocking the monk in front of him from sight.
The monk's line of sight was blocked, and naturally the magic talisman he offered could not accurately attack the opponent. He was completely panicked and let out a heart-rending roar in the street:
"Come here! Someone kills the immortal! Someone kills the immortal, ahhhhh!"
In the silent night, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and the man holding the sickle waved the sickle in his hand, chopping expressionlessly.
Blood splattered everywhere and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. The monk quickly lost his movement and turned into a pile of motionless meat.
But the man still didn't stop, and continued to chop like dumpling fillings, one after another, and one after another.
"Put down the knife!"
A team of officers arrived shortly after. After seeing the bloody scene in front of them, their scalps went numb, and many people even couldn't help but vomited.
"Put the knife down!"
The leading officers and soldiers drew their swords and were about to charge forward, but the man wielding the sickle waved his hand away again.
"Wow!"
Another stream of white powder was thrown out. The officers and soldiers were not afraid at all. Just as they were about to rush into the white powder, they suddenly smelled a strange smell.
The officers and soldiers who were in the lead were stunned for a moment, and then they quickly shouted: "Get out of here! It's arsenic!"
The officers and soldiers retreated one after another, covering their noses and fanning their sleeves.
After the white arsenic powder dissipated, the mysterious man had completely disappeared, leaving only a chopped and inhuman body in the middle of the street.
The officers and soldiers looked at the corpse, all of them had ugly expressions, and the leading officer and soldier among them had a solemn look on his face.
"This is already the fourth one. In just one month, four young monks from the Luo family have been killed by this person."
"It's really amazing. Even to death, I don't believe that an ordinary person can do this."
"He is no ordinary person."
The leading officer and soldier suddenly said: "Beizhen Fusi has been found out. He was the most powerful head catcher in the Jin Dynasty before, known as the God Catcher. He is proficient in various methods such as investigation, drug making, interrogation, hidden weapons, etc. Rumor has it that he There is no case he can’t solve, no thief he can’t catch.”
"So powerful? What is he doing now?" an officer and soldier wondered.
"Who knows." The leading officer and soldier sighed and lamented:
“Although I don’t know why he killed the monks of the Luo family, to be honest.
After all, the Luo family is a cultivating family, but this god-catcher used various means to kill four cultivators in a row, and still couldn't catch him at all. It was really amazing. "
When other officers and soldiers heard this, they also whispered.
After all, this was the first time that a cultivator was hunted by a mortal.
Using a mortal body to hunt down immortals is truly admirable.
