Zhao Lin's heart sank. He didn't expect that he would be so careful and go around in a big circle, but still encounter these two bandit cultivators.
The terrain here is relatively flat and bushy, making it not a good ambush location.
Obviously, the two of them had known for a long time that they were going to pass through this. One was blocking the way in front, and the other was hiding in the bamboo forest to intercept.
How did they find themselves? Is it possible that they can figure it out?
Zhao Lin was confused when he suddenly saw a black and yellow bird sitting on the shoulder of the bulging-eyed man, and he suddenly understood.
Spirit bird tracking is a very common method. I have been observing the movements on the ground and not paying attention in the air. I will need to pay more attention in the future.
Zhao Lin did not act rashly. Under the observation of the Qi Watching Technique, he found that the handsome monk's cultivation was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and the bug-eyed man reached the eighth level of Qi Refining.
The halberd tips and folding fans held by the two of them are magic weapons. No matter how fast they move, they cannot move faster than the magic weapons.
The bulging-eyed man looked proud and shouted: "Boy, why don't you run away?"
The handsome monk opened the folding fan and shouted in a relaxed tone: "Brother Song, don't say anything, he ran quite fast. If I hadn't ambushed here in advance, he might have escaped."
The bulging-eyed man's face trembled, and he immediately retorted: "Impossible, my Sky Diamond Halberd is not a vegetarian!"
The two of them talked from a distance, not paying attention to Zhao Lin at all.
Zhao Lin thought that he was treating himself as a rookie in the early stages of Qi refining.
The spiritual manifestations of martial arts cultivators are very similar to those of Fa cultivators, with only slight differences. In addition, Zhao Lin deliberately restrained his Qi and blood. Seeing that his cultivation level was only at the third level of Qi refining, the two bandit cultivators did not take it to heart at all, and showed a different attitude. He looks like he is sure of victory.
"Two fellow Taoists, my younger brother has only been practicing Taoism for a few years and doesn't have much property with him. Please show your support. If you are unwilling to let me go, I will have to let you go with this talisman!"
Zhao Linwei cupped his hand, took out the Hongyan Talisman from the lock bag, grabbed it in his hand and showed it to the two of them.
He is not a calm person, but when faced with two late-stage Qi Refining monks, it would be best not to take action.
The wild goose talisman is black and gray in color and shaped like a wild goose feather, making it easy to distinguish.
Each county of Chenghua Sect has a return tower, which is specially designed to receive various messenger talismans. After the Hongyan Talisman is activated, it will find the nearest return tower on its own.
"Hongyan Talisman?"
The bulging-eyed man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, as if he had seen something funny.
"If you have the guts, go ahead. Anyway, both of us are wanted. Which one is faster, the person who saves you, or my magic weapon?"
The bulging-eyed man had a greedy look in his eyes. Unexpectedly, Zhao Lin casually took out a Hongyan Talisman worth a thousand spiritual coins. From this, it can be seen that he must have a lot of good things.
The handsome monk also thought of this, and deliberately persuaded in a gentle tone: "The two of us are just asking for money, and we don't want to hurt our lives. Put down the lock bag obediently, and we will let you live."
One of the two played a red face and the other a bad face, deceiving Zhao Lin not to release the Hongyan Talisman.
Zhao Lin sneered in his heart, knowing exactly what they were thinking.
During the Dharma Assembly last year, he was able to defeat the monks at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Now that his level has improved, he has two proficiency-level attack spells in hand, so he is not without the power to fight.
A monk's fighting strength is determined by his cultivation, his spells, and his auxiliary equipment such as treasures, armors, and talismans.
Although the two bandit cultivators are in the late stage of Qi refining, they are not very old. They are only around thirty years old. They have only practiced Taoism for more than ten years. They have mastered one or two proficiency-level spells at most. Their strength is the same as that of veteran practitioners who have practiced for decades. The monks in the late stage of Qi cannot be the same.
What's more important is that the two of them still don't know their martial arts identities, and they can use this to win unexpectedly during the battle.
Zhao Lin experienced many dangers while practicing martial arts. He was chased by bandits many times and was also besieged by warriors from the Western Regions.
When he arrived in the world of cultivating immortals, he kept a low profile, but his bloody spirit did not fade away.
"Now that things have come to a point, all we have to do is give it a try!"
If you just want to be stable and submissive when encountering trouble, what else is there to cultivate?
Zhao Lin also saw that the Hongyan Talisman did not threaten the two of them, but it had an unexpected effect: the Talisman was very valuable, and the two of them were somewhat wary of it.
Since they don't want to quarrel with each other, he can make them careless first and take the opportunity to get rid of one of them.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin deliberately looked hesitant and said timidly: "As long as I put down the lock bag, you can let me go? You won't lie to me, right?"
When the bulging-eyed man heard this, he immediately patted his chest and said, "Of course, are we two in the late stage of Qi refining still going to lie to a junior like you?"
The handsome monk also echoed: "Don't worry, little friend, you can leave immediately by putting the things in your hands and the lock bag on the ground."
"We keep our word and will never break our word."
The two of them didn't want to push Zhao Lin too hard. If the wild goose talisman was released, a thousand spiritual coins would fly away.
"Let me think."
Zhao Lin walked and said, looking like he was thinking, holding the Hongyan Talisman tightly in his hand.
The two bandit cultivators didn't push him. In their opinion, Zhao Lin was just a fish on the chopping board. He couldn't make waves and would give in sooner or later.
However, neither of them noticed that Zhao Lin was pacing back and forth, approaching the handsome monk intentionally.
Thirty feet, twenty-seven feet, twenty-four feet...
The handsome monk's cultivation level is slightly lower, Zhao Lin decided to kill this person first!
"Okay, I can give you something, but you have to throw the magic weapon to the ground first."
Zhao Lin suddenly stopped and said.
Now that you have decided to take action, try to weaken your opponent's strength as much as possible.
The bulging-eyed man's expression turned cold and he said, "What do you mean?"
Zhao Lin said nervously: "What if I put down my things and you still don't let me go? You all have magic weapons in your hands, I... don't feel reassured."
"It's understandable, it's up to you."
The handsome monk rushed to agree, throwing the folding fan aside and secretly making a gesture to the bulging-eyed man.
"Okay, we agree, but don't play any tricks, or you will suffer."
The wild-eyed man said and threw the tip of his halberd a dozen steps away.
In the opinion of the two of them, there is no need to resort to magic weapons to deal with Zhao Lin. This is just to reassure him. When Zhao Lin puts down the Hongyan Talisman, he can be brought down with a random spell. Why not just let him knead him?
"Then I'll put my things down now, and you don't want to come over."
Zhao Lin pretended to be nervous, carefully put the Hongyan Talisman into the lock bag, raised his hand and threw it out.
While speaking, he walked unnoticed and was less than twenty feet away from the handsome monk. He retracted his hands into his sleeves and secretly kneaded a magic formula.
With a "pop" sound, the lock bag fell to the ground.
The eyes of the bulging-eyed man and the handsome monk were attracted at the same time.
At this moment, Zhao Lin suddenly waved his arm and shot out an ice blade, directly at the throat of the handsome monk! (End of chapter)
