"ah"
The man suddenly threw away his leather bag, covered his eyes and stumbled back, screaming in horror.
When Chang Siguo rushed over, the man's two companions were frantically supporting the pourer, who had an injured eye and a line of blood running between his fingers. They were a little at a loss.
They understood that they were being used as weapons and drew their swords in defense. Grab, grab, grab
If the bullshit doesn't hurt anyone, it won't be punished by the rules.
This place is really not for people, and whatever they do is wrong.
"Chang Xiaoyou, let them go. It's not worth getting angry over such a trivial matter."
Old Meng was shivering with cold all over. He opened his mouth to stop Chang Siguo's angry move. It was not easy to find a partner who could cooperate wholeheartedly. He didn't want his plan to fail because of the young man's recklessness.
Chang Siguo withdrew his fist. He actually controlled the strength and would not kill anyone, but since Mr. Meng didn't want him to do it, he listened to the old man and yelled at the three of them, "Go away."
As if they had been granted amnesty, the two hurriedly fled with their injured companions.
Huang Tian arrived, and he rushed up and beat the two of them with his three friends. He often looked at them with fear, fearing that Huang Tian and others would break the rules, so he yelled several times before finally beating the brave Huang Tian. Dude, stop it.
Those two people didn't dare to stab them with swords at all. The rules here seemed to specifically deal with them. They were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, but the attackers were still alive and well, and nothing happened.
It's so frustrating, and there's no place to complain.
"Go, go, go, if you dare to cause trouble next time, you will be beaten every time you see me."
Huang Tian kicked the man who was blinded in one eye like a gourd on the ground, swatting away flies, and waved the three people away. Seeing Chang Siguo put his palm on Meng Lao's shoulder to help the old man evaporate the water on his body, he Leaving happily with three friends.
When it's over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, very cool and unrestrained.
Chang Siguo helped Mr. Meng dry the gloomy water and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Meng, those eyes?"
He could see that the man's left eye seemed to be stabbed by something. 2143421437322169720070325933211811110011611946111114103322143421437
Mr. Meng shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "Even if I can't use magic power, I still have a few tricks to save my life, which are not worth mentioning."
Then he changed the subject and said, "That friend of yours, it's best to give him one or two words of advice. Just like I just counterattacked, as long as it doesn't kill people, nothing will happen. I've seen too many tyrannical people disappear without a trace." Without a trace, there are two physical practitioners who could have cooperated with each other, and their cultivation levels are not low. This place is about who can live a long life, and conflicts of will and nosy can easily shorten your life."
He was able to say so many heartfelt words because Huang Tian just vented his anger for him.
Chang Siguo bowed his hand and turned to look for Huang Tian. He understood Huang Tian's small intention and wanted to earn a favor for the three friends, but Mr. Meng hinted that he would not meddle in other people's business.
After talking to Huang Tian alone for a long time, Chang Siguo returned to Mr. Meng again.
He has already said what needs to be said. He believes that Huang Tian is a smart man and knows what to do next.
After meditating until dawn, Chang Siguo took out dry food and the two of them ate a meal. They also picked up soulless fruits and swallowed them to replenish the consumed mental power. In the Yinhun beast space, most of the monks' eating time was concentrated on Morning and night, there is no lunch or lunch. Eating too much soulless fruit is a burden and extra consumption for the monk's body.
Mr. Meng slowly sipped the spirit wine from a small bowl, feeling that he was looking forward to such a day.
The two of them were sitting on the ground laughing and talking in a low voice, when suddenly they felt the ground shake violently. Chang Si was too busy and jumped up with Mr. Meng, put away the wine bowl and asked, "Is there still an earth dragon here that can turn over?"
"Quick, stay away from the puddle."
Meng Lao shouted, running towards the open space on the right, his skills were very flexible.
Chang Siguo followed closely. He saw chaos in the space. Several monks made the same move and ran towards the open space.
They hurriedly found Huang Tian and his men, who were a hundred feet away, and shouted, "Huang Tian, hide in an open area and stay away from the puddles."
The sound of his movements could be heard for miles around.
This voice almost made all the monks start running. Most of the monks didn't know what happened, so they just hid in an open place.
After running for more than thirty feet, Meng Lao stopped. Three other people also ran here. They were a group of new monks stationed nearby. When they saw this, they quickly stopped and stopped running around.
The ground shook violently up and down, and many people were caught off guard and thrown into the air, and then fell down hard.
"Stabilized"
Mr. Meng stood still and shouted, he was reminding Chang Siguo around him.
He has experienced this kind of sudden disaster twice, and each time there were heavy casualties in the space. For most of the captive monks, especially the inexperienced guys, it was no less than a disaster.
Chang Siguo's feet were as steady as a mountain and asked again, "What's going on?"
He had a guess in his mind and wanted to get a confirmation.
"Ha, the Yin Hun Beast was attacked by the master monks, which caused the Yin Hun space to become unstable. Look, the water pool sprayed out for tens of feet, and the little guys in that area were miserable."
Elder Meng seemed a little excited and took a pill into his mouth and swallowed it.
Chang Siguo suddenly nodded, what kind of master must he be to beat such a huge ghost beast to the point where he couldn't even maintain the space. He glanced at the overly excited Meng Lao, which is also worthy of happiness.
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Meng Lao immediately lowered his voice, squinted his old eyes, and carefully observed the violent undulating gray fog.
His body swayed and fluctuated with the ground. For a while, he seemed to be on the top of a mountain, and for a while, he fell into a trough. The gloomy water from all the puddles splashed into the air, and the monks nearby who were soaked were naturally very uncomfortable.
"Be careful of the ice-cold evil spirits. The ghost beast will activate the wind to corrode the bones and absorb the energy of the monks in the space."
Before he finished speaking, the chaotic mist turned into a whirling wind, wrapping up all the monks in just an instant.
Chang Siguo had been taught by Meng Lao to carefully operate the true energy in the body to resist the erosion of the evil wind.
The most powerful thing among the evil winds is naturally the evil spirit of ice and cold.
Countless winds turned invisible and were bitingly cold, wandering erratically on the skin of the body. From time to time, the winds penetrated into the body and swept away the energy. In and out, they took away the monk's cultivation, mental strength and temperature.
It was very difficult for the monk who was wet and injured from the fall.
A little wound can cause big damage, and getting your robe soaked makes it worse.
It's okay if you have the elixir on hand, otherwise you can only endure the waves of evil winds.
Chang Siguo felt very relaxed. The erosion of bones by the sinister wind was not as painful as the body tempering with sword energy. He also had a fire-attribute physique, which was best able to withstand the cold. As long as he could replenish the spiritual energy in his body afterwards, he would have no worries.
Of course, if it's like Meng Lao fighting against the evil wind that corrodes the bones, then he's still dead.
Is it human life to cut flesh with a knife?
No matter how resistant the monk is, he will be wiped away by the evil wind of endless years.
Wave after wave of dark wind howled and tightened. Chang Siguo was running his skills silently. He felt that more than a quarter of an hour had passed, but the limelight still showed no sign of stopping. He couldn't help but send a voice message and asked, "Mr. Meng, it's not right. , how long until it ends?”
He could hear in his ears besides the sound of wind, there were also various screams from the monks.
After all, the Qi Practitioner's physique is not as rough as the Body Practitioner's skin, plus he cannot use magical protection.嘘戅戅
The hard work is evident.
"Don't talk, save your energy, it's early."
Mr. Meng simply warned him to stay silent and do less things that waste energy.
It was still early for Chang Siguo to hear this, and he was a little worried for Huang Tian, but then he was relieved. He had a few pills on him, so he should be able to cope with it. Suddenly, he felt a slight tingling in the Tanzhong acupoint, and the color on Chang Siguo's face changed. , he is too sensitive to knife energy.
No way, at this critical moment, what else does Dao Qi want to do?
It's only morning, and it's not yet time for tempering.
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