When Feng Yun returned with Sophora japonica bark, he noticed that the situation of Fatty and Yan Qilin was not very optimistic.
In the illusion, there are endless Yin spirits, which is enough for the two of them to deal with, not to mention that now even the monster is mixed among the Yin spirits.
"Whoosh..."
With the help of illusions, monsters appeared and disappeared, and Yan Qilin's several offensives failed.
In the white mist, the monster appeared from behind Yan Qilin, raised its leg and kicked towards the side of Yan Qilin's face.
"Damn it, what kind of shitty world is this? Weasels are learning martial arts and engaging in hand-to-hand combat?"
The fat man picked up a grave stone from somewhere and slapped it towards the yellow leather boy while cursing.
However, this yellow-skinned man couldn't dodge, and he just tried his best to get hit like this.
Fortunately, Yan Qilin reacted quickly, waved his hand to block, and then punched him again.
It's not surprising that the fat man said this. After all, monsters are generally believed to use magic, and monsters that know martial arts are rare.
Moreover, when fighting this monster, both of them could see that this monster's boxing and kicking skills were indeed very professional.
Whipping kicks, punching, and hitting in style.
What makes the two of them even more troublesome is that this guy is very tough and does not defend at all. It is clearly a life-threatening style of play.
This made the two of them fight each other for a few times, and the exposed flaws almost allowed Yin Ling to take advantage of them.
After finally seeing Feng Yun come back, the fat man swung the brick and hit the yellow man on the head, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Director, this guy fights so damn hard. I suspect he was transformed by Feng Yuxiu, and he can't even be beaten!"
Just as the fat man said, Feng Yun soon saw that the yellow-skinned man did not dodge and rushed forward with his head stunned.
The fat man had obviously been slapped on the forehead with a brick, but the yellow man still had no intention of retreating and chased the fat man crazily.
"Weasel learns martial arts?"
The weird feeling in Feng Yun's heart became stronger and stronger. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put it in words.
"Hold on, I'll be there soon!"
After replying to the fat man, Feng Yun immediately stood the piece of locust tree bark in front of him, then bit his fingertips to draw blood and began to draw on the locust tree bark.
After a while, a decent-looking weasel jumped into view on the bark of the locust tree.
Next to it, Feng Yun also specially wrote a name: the second master of the Huang family.
With image and fame, the most important foundation has been achieved.
Then Feng Yun clasped his index finger and ring finger with his thumbs, and then clasped his middle finger and little finger together, forming a special handprint.
This is the 'God Seal', which is mostly used by disciples.
This is a unique technique of the Chuma sect. The higher one invites the real immortal to protect the family, and the lower one invites ghost soldiers and ghost generals.
Although Feng Yun is not the right person, in his opinion, this is the best way to handle it.
Having a statue and a famous name is equivalent to establishing a hall for Huang Xian here.
Then I asked the second master to wipe out the ancestral name of the rebellious descendant Huang Pizi, remove the genealogy, and cut off his cultivation. Naturally, everything will be fine.
Soon, Feng Yun stamped his right foot on the ground, and then spoke plausibly:
"There is originally a yin in yang. This thing is just like gold in water. Metal and water generate and react with each other. You know this mysterious ghost and god.
The second master of the Huang family has been ordered to expel! "
The moment Feng Yun spoke, the fat man glanced curiously this way.
Feng Yun's voice was very strange and completely different from ordinary speech.
"The director actually knows the shaman's language. This is a shaman's trick!"
After hearing what the fat man said, Yan Qilin asked while busy dealing with the crazy Huang Pizi:
"how do you know?"
"Nonsense, it doesn't matter where I grew up. I've never eaten pork but I've seen pigs running away!"
At the moment when Feng Yun said "one by one", the yellow-skinned portrait on the bark of the locust tree suddenly flashed an imperceptible golden light.
But then Feng Yun frowned. He cast his gaze on Huang Pizi, who was fighting Yan Qilin, but saw that Huang Pizi had no influence at all and was still attacking the two of them crazily.
It stands to reason that under the power of the second master of the Huang family, this yellow-skinned man should have had his ancestral name wiped out by now, and there can be no more evil spells.
But now the illusion still exists, and Huang Pizi is not damaged at all.
This made Feng Yun a little puzzled, and he looked at the bark of the locust tree beside him in confusion.
However, at this time, the portrait of Huang Xian on the bark of the locust tree quickly dimmed...
Weird!
Feng Yun was starting to doubt himself a little now. Did he make a mistake?
But after all, he was under Fengtian's decree and knew that he would never make such a stupid mistake. So where did the problem arise?
Looking at Huang Pizi who was getting more and more arrogant and gaining the upper hand not far away, Feng Yun frowned.
"Director, what's going on now? This guy is getting more and more energetic!"
Fatty's voice came from far away. He had been chased and beaten for a while.
It seems that Huangpizi also knows that Yan Qilin is not easy to mess with, so he singles out Fatty, a soft persimmon.
The clothes on the fat man's back were torn and torn, and there were many scratches on his body.
This was all thanks to Fatty's flexibility, otherwise he would have fallen into trouble long ago.
Feng Yun's brows furrowed for a moment, as if he thought of something, and then suddenly relaxed.
He stared at the yellow-skinned man, gritted his teeth, and cursed:
"This bitch is really weird. He's pretending to be a yellow guy here?"
"Snapped!"
As he spoke, Feng Yun violently kicked the locust tree bark standing in front of him to the ground.
"I still want to show you some dignity, but you are a bitch and don't want to lose face!"
As soon as he said this, Feng Yun's feet suddenly exerted force and quickly rushed into the Yin Spirit.
The cinnabar between Feng Yun's eyebrows glowed red again, and then Feng Yun made a hand seal with his hands, and the thunder in his palms appeared again.
"Get out of the way! I'll deal with it!"
Feng Yun shouted loudly, and Fatty and Yan Qilin stepped back one after another.
"Meng Hulu, what did the director say just now, pretending to be Huang Pizi?"
Yan Qilin nodded doubtfully, obviously he didn't understand what Feng Yun's words meant.
"Impersonating? Isn't this guy a yellow guy? What could he be?"
Just as the two of them were working, Feng Yun had already approached the monster.
The power of Yang Wu Lei was still rising in Feng Yun's hands. Seeing this, the monster actually charged over again with bared teeth.
"boom!"
Feng Yun slapped the monster on the chest with an unceremonious palm, and with a scream, the monster fell to the ground hard.
This roar made the fat man extremely beautiful:
"Let me be a good boy, Director. If you have this ability, why didn't you take action earlier? Let's see what it does to me..."
However, Feng Yun originally wanted to handle the matter properly by erasing his ancestral name, and this method was the simplest and most convenient.
But who would have imagined, it turns out that it is useless.
Although it was outrageous, Feng Yun quickly thought of a possibility.
This thing is probably not Huangpizi, but has been pretending.
But then again, this is too weird, what is there about the weasel spirit worth pretending to be?
What kind of number is this?
Feng Yun couldn't think of a reason for the moment, but he was indeed angry because of this incident.
After all, looking at his current posture of Palm Thunder, this is self-evident...
