Duan Wenjun was very shocked.
What Lin Jingyun told him just now was too weird.
In fact, in his heart, he didn't quite believe it.
He never believed that there were ghosts in the world, unless someone was pretending to be a ghost.
If it were placed in his previous life, he would never believe in this so-called Yin Qin and the River God.
However, after coming to this world, he was not very sure...
Looking at the people next to him, Lou Loulou seemed a little nervous, perhaps affected by Lin Jingyun's story just now.
Yun Batian is a woman, and she is a little afraid of these gods and ghosts. At this moment, she clenches the black iron sword in her hand tightly, and her nerves are also tight.
Mo Shoucheng seemed more relaxed, looking at the team in front of him, his brows furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.
The team passed by the low wall, but they didn't go very far when they suddenly stopped again.
The child who was sitting on the giant drum suddenly turned around and looked this way.
It was also at this moment that Duan Wenjun finally saw his appearance clearly.
This is a little boy about seven or eight years old.
The face is round and a little fat.
However, it is not the kind of baby fat that ordinary children look like, but the kind with a face full of flesh.
It seems very violent.
He was wearing a red vest and shorts, with a red ribbon wrapped around his head.
The arms and thighs were exposed, showing strand-like muscles, which looked very strong.
At this moment, he had stood up, and his height was no more than 1.2 meters.
However, the drumstick in his hand seems to be much taller than him...
Duan Wenjun couldn't help but tremble in his heart, thinking that his secret thought might have been discovered.
But just when he was wondering what to do and whether to go out, a figure came galloping from the direction of the archway.
After a few ups and downs, the figure had caught up with the team and came to the giant drum.
As the cold light flashed, the sword in the figure's hand was unsheathed, flew up suddenly, and stabbed the little boy.
"Well done!" At this moment, the little boy spoke, "I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
His voice was actually very rough.
It's like a duck quacking, which is uncomfortable to listen to.
The next moment, under the horrified eyes of everyone, the little boy kicked his feet on the giant drum and flew up. He waved the drumstick in his hand and rushed towards the figure.
"This kid is actually a top-notch expert." Lou Loulou exclaimed in a low voice.
Duan Wenjun can't even condense Qi now, so naturally he can't judge the cultivation level of these martial arts masters.
In just an instant, the little boy and the figure chasing after him were already fighting together.
They were fighting on the bluestone streets of the town.
It was not very far from where Duan Wenjun and the others were hiding.
"Unexpectedly, both of them are top-notch masters." Mo Shoucheng sighed, "This kid's cultivation level may have already crossed the threshold of entry."
Duan Wenjun couldn't help but be surprised when he heard his words.
One foot has stepped into the threshold of entry, that is, it is even more powerful than Mo Shoucheng.
"I have never heard before that there are so many masters in the world!" Mo Shoucheng's voice rang again, and he turned to look at Duan Wenjun, "Old Duan, how do you feel? Since I came down to work as your bodyguard, I have met There are more masters than the masters we met before combined?
"This kid's martial arts skills are probably better than those of you and me." Yun Batian interrupted Mo Shoucheng's complaint.
Naturally, her words were also meant for Mo Shoucheng next to her.
The two people not far away from the opposite side were at a fever pitch.
And everyone discovered that the drumstick in the child's hand was not an ordinary drumstick.
After colliding with the figure's long sword, there was a metallic clang.
However, what is strange is that there are forty or fifty people in the Yinqin team.
But at this moment, everyone was standing still, motionless, and it seemed that no one had any intention of coming to help.
None of them even turned around and glanced behind them.
Just like a puppet, there are no two head-turning postures.
Seeing all this, Duan Wenjun couldn't help but feel surprised.
Now that they know that this little boy has taken action, even if they don't come to help, they should still pay attention to the battle situation...
But how could these people remain indifferent?
But for a moment, he seemed to have understood.
Apparently, they weren't worried.
Because the little boy flying down from the giant drum didn't need anyone's help at all.
His martial arts skills seemed to be much higher than those of the figure who caught up with him.
The drumstick in his hand rolled, firmly suppressing the figure that was catching up behind him.
Moreover, his duck-like voice sounded again, "Old immortal, since you want to die, I will help you today and send you to the west."
Before he finished speaking, the drumstick in his hand followed and sped up again.
The figures who caught up behind him were already somewhat different in strength from him, and they were immediately retreating.
Even a layman like Duan Wenjun can already tell that he has used mostly defensive moves and very few offensive moves.
It was almost difficult for him to come up with any moves that could threaten the opponent.
Victory or defeat is decided.
The figures were fighting and retreating.
Within a moment, they retreated to where Duan Wenjun and the others were hiding.
It was also at this moment that Duan Wenjun could see the man's face clearly.
"Li Deming, how could it be him?" Mo Shoucheng also exclaimed.
"Help!" Duan Wenjun suddenly exclaimed when he saw that Li Deming was suppressed by the little boy and was unable to fight back.
Although he didn't understand the reason, Li Deming was helping him out, so he couldn't let him suffer.
Two weapons, one black and one white, have been taken out.
Two figures, one white and one red, rushed towards the little boy.
Mo Shoucheng and Yun Batian took action.
Lou Loulou consciously stood in front of Duan Wenjun, blocking him behind him.
Louloulou's cultivation level has just entered the early stage of first-class cultivation.
For this kind of duel between first-class experts, he can't help at all.
Moreover, Duan Wenjun does not know martial arts, and he needs someone to protect him at this moment.
Of course, the most important thing is that although this little boy is powerful, he is only a top-notch practitioner.
Li Deming couldn't handle it alone, and with Mo Shoucheng and Yun Batian, three against one, there was no suspense at all.
Naturally, there is no suspense.
As soon as Mo Shoucheng and Yun Batian joined the battle group, the children's advantage suddenly disappeared.
The situation was immediately reversed.
Mo Shoucheng and Yun Batian didn't know what was going on yet, so they didn't kill them directly.
However, it has firmly suppressed the little boy, making him become confused.
"If you don't get up, I'm going to die!" In desperation, the little boy's duck-like voice roared again.
