At the beginning, Wu Fan took the transformed old immortal and opera ghost with him, feeling a little uncomfortable.
After all, one of the two is formed from heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and the other is refined by skilled craftsmen. Even if it breaks a slag or breaks a thread, it is something that I cannot bear.
But as time went by, and due to the needs of the ghost job, he had to summon the two. As time went by, the caution towards these two things also faded a lot.
Especially when he thought about the fact that the Spirit Yin Stick had been immersed in the origin of Yin Evil for a long time and had not suffered any harm, so he didn't think anything in the mortal world could defeat it!
But in the short time that Wu Fan turned back, the Lingyin Rod disappeared from the place, and only the voice of the old immortal could be heard disappearing into the distance...
After hurriedly calming everyone down, Wu Fan hurriedly followed the sound.
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Thanks to the guidance of the old immortal's voice, Wu Fan didn't need to waste energy to identify the direction. It's just that the object that the old immortal stole was so nimble and so agile that it shuttled like a cunning rabbit through a patch of short grass as tall as a man, so Wu Fan didn't even see a shadow after chasing it for so long.
"Old Immortal, have you ever tried to move the Lingyin Rod out of control?" Wu Fan asked tentatively.
"Of course I tried, but this method doesn't work on it at all!" For some reason, the old immortal actually started to cry a little bit, "Little friend, come and save me, the old immortal is about to be suffocated to death by this thing!"
"Master, can the ghost control technique you mentioned before be used here?" Although the opera ghost and the old immortal are not fighting each other, when it comes to a critical moment, personal grudges can be put aside and make plans.
Wu Fan shook his head: "I have also thought about this method, but unfortunately my body does not allow it..." At this point, Wu Fan suddenly thought of something: "Eh... I don't know if that thing is feasible?"
As he spoke, Wu Fan fled into his arms and actually took out a dark jade token. Although some years had passed since the last time this object appeared, some things will not be buried in time.
"I wonder if this thing is as magical as General Wei said..." As he spoke, Wu Fan took a deep breath and muttered something: "The blood is strong, inexhaustible and unfading, twelve black arrows, come quickly!"
"..." After the silence, the surroundings were still as calm as ever, and not even any disturbance happened.
But just when Wu Fan was lamenting that the space was strange and there was no possibility of the twelve black arrows appearing, he felt that there were a few more auras in the space that did not belong here.
"Twelve Black Arrows?" Wu Fan looked in the direction of the breath, and then his pupils shrank: "So these are the Twelve Black Arrows..."
Without any time to think, Wu Fan pointed to the rustling grass in the distance and ordered: "Help me stop it!"
"Here!" The Twelve Black Arrows responded, and then they drew their bows and nocked the arrows without looking. The sound in the air exploded, followed by a scream.
"Is this it?" Wu Fan was stunned.
His original intention was to rely on the large number of people to surround the guy who stole the spiritual yin rod, but he did not expect that the matter would be resolved so unexpectedly.
Following the screams, Wu Fan felt that there seemed to be some kind of connection between the black arrows, and they formed an invisible net on the ground, surrounding the space.
As soon as he got closer, he saw something rushing through the space, almost trampling the short grass under his feet to the ground.
Perhaps because he realized that he could no longer escape from this place, that thing actually used its arm, leaned down like a human, and stared at Wu Fan with a sneer.
Although he can no longer see the Twelve Black Arrows, Wu Fan can feel that their aura is still around him. Thinking that the Black Arrow "fence" here should be maintained by them, Wu Fan was not in a hurry to take them back. After all, they might be needed later...
Because the object had stopped, Wu Fan finally captured what it looked like.
The person in front of him looked like a white-haired sheep with the air of a sheep, and he had a round pig head and a pig's head. He looked so funny that Wu Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Although he has not seen this thing with his own eyes, he is not unfamiliar with this kind of guy who "looks like a sheep but not a sheep, looks like a pig but not a pig", because in his impression there is only one thing that fits this description.
"If I remember correctly, you should be a virgin, right?"
Although I didn’t say anything,
But the surprised eyes betrayed its thoughts.
"Why does this bristle-haired fat sheep seem to have eaten shit... My little friend, please let the old fairy go!" the old fairy said in a sharp voice.
"Hey, I don't want to embarrass you, please return my things to me quickly." Wu Fan urged after hearing this.
This bristle-haired fat sheep... It should be said that although this woman looked disdainful, she also spat out the spiritual penis on the ground in front of her. However, it had no intention of handing over the object. Instead, it raised its hooves at Wu Fan in front of it with a very arrogant attitude.
But before Wu Fan could reply, a black wind blew up, and black arrows were seen flying from all directions, all hitting the woman on the ground.
Although the old immortal loves nicknames, these titles are well-founded. Take the bristle-haired fat sheep in front of you as an example. Although it had been shot by those cold arrows, the attack was completely blocked by its white hair, so there was no obvious external injury.
"Oh my God!" There was no trauma at all, but the woman was still grinning in pain and jumping around on the ground. Finally she couldn't help but uttered words: "Little bastard! If you have the ability, don't play dirty tricks!"
Wu Fan smiled when he heard this, then clapped his hands, stopped the attack of the twelve black arrows, and asked: "What do you want?"
I rubbed the fat all over my body and muttered: "Dual! If you have the ability to fight alone! As long as you, the little bastard, can win, I will give this to you!"
Wu Fan was speechless for a moment after hearing this, thinking that this was his own thing, so why did it sound like he was going to be rewarded in some way?
The old immortal's nausea was relieved a lot, and he hurriedly reminded: "Be careful, little friend, this bristle-haired fat sheep can block such an attack. It must not be a bad thing. It is deliberately luring you here..."
But Wu Fan didn't care too much, but asked with a half-smile: "What if...you win?"
I was a little surprised, then rolled my eyes: "Your uncle is a gentleman, and he doesn't like to take advantage of others! Then you just need to let me go!"
"Hey! I said that you, a bristle-haired fat sheep, not only have bad breath, but are also shameless! You are such a white wolf with nothing to show for it!" Originally, the old immortal had been communicating with Wu Fan in order to hide himself, but after listening to such brazen words, he also I couldn't help but curse out loud.
"Huh? This baby can actually talk?" I was startled at first, and then suddenly became angry: "Fart! I call you a fat sheep, but who do you call a bristle-haired fat sheep?"
"Whoever talks to you is the bristle-haired sheep! The bristle-haired fat sheep!" The old immortal finally got the chance to take revenge, and his heart was filled with pleasure.
"Wow, yeah, yeah! I'm so angry!" I was so angry that I screamed, and then suddenly stuck out my tongue and licked the spiritual rod, "Say more? If you say it again, I'll smoke you to death!"
"Ugh... bristle-haired fat sheep!" The old immortal suppressed his nausea and continued to taunt.
"Come again? I'll lick it!" I was not left behind.
"Ugh...bristle-haired fat sheep!"
"I'll lick it again!"
"..."
Wu Fan was speechless by this scene. Although he was also curious about who of the two could survive to the end, he didn't want to waste too much time because the situation on Broom Eyebrow's side was still unclear.
"That's enough!" Wu Fan hurriedly interrupted the "confrontation" between the two, "Hey! If you are afraid, just admit defeat and don't waste time here!"
"I'll lick it again... Oops! Your uncle never knows how to write the word "fear"!" she said angrily.
"As expected of you, you bristle-haired fat sheep, you can actually talk about being illiterate in a high-sounding way!" The old immortal had time to breathe and did not forget to ridicule.
"I'm so angry! Uncle, I'm going to smoke you to death!" As he said that, I saw that I started to get angry at the Lingyin Stick again...
While sighing, I took the time to say: "Little bastard, don't say that I'm bullying you! Just take action! As long as you can hurt the uncle in the slightest, I will take the initiative to admit defeat! Of course... you can't ask for help from outsiders. !”
"Oh? That's what you said!" There is no room for humility with such an unreasonable guy. Since the latter is so conceited, Wu Fan will take action without mercy.
"You haven't eaten, little bastard? Are you tickling my uncle?"
This woman is arrogant, but she does have some abilities. Although Wu Fan's attack is not weak, it is like a dragonfly touching water and cannot cause any harm at all.
"It's strange, why don't I remember this girl's true identity?
Will the power be so strong? "Too much effort was wasted, and Wu Fan began to pant. He just regretted that he could not use his full strength due to some special reasons.
"Little bastard, if you can't do it, just give up quickly and don't waste my time!" I picked up the spiritual stick with my hoof and scratched my back. The old immortal was so angry that his orifices were smoking and he started to curse.
"Master, this girl's white hair is like a magic weapon to protect her body, and she has an endless supply of energy from all around. It's hard to win with brute force!" The opera ghost has been observing the abnormality and reminded him loudly.
"No wonder this guy is so rampant...it turns out he has something to rely on..." Wu Fan's expression suddenly became solemn. Although he could not be moral and let the Twelve Black Arrows attack, he was worried about "jumping over the wall" to escape. Once it hides, it can never be found again.
"Eh..." Wu Fan suddenly remembered something and suddenly said with a smile: "As the saying goes, Taoists have three urgent needs. I am only affected by them and cannot exert my full strength! I wonder if I can make it easier for you to wait for me to come back. Are you going to continue the one-on-one fight?"
"Ha! If you can't beat me, just say you can't beat me. You hypocritical two-legged beasts are the best at making excuses..." My pig face was full of disdain, "But I think your attitude is okay, and I'm pretty good to you. For the sake of respect, sir, I reluctantly agreed to your condition! Go back quickly!"
"Thank you!" Wu Fan grinned and turned around and left without hesitation.
Seeing Wu Fan about to leave, the old immortal shouted at the top of his lungs: "Little friend, you must come back quickly, and don't leave the old immortal behind!"
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"Broom Eyebrow, is this ferocious beast really not going to attack?"
The people gathered behind Broom Eyebrow were still trembling, but fortunately they were holding hands at the moment and could feel each other's presence, so they relaxed a little.
"I...didn't say...you just wait..." Broom Eyebrow couldn't reply, and his throat was about to smoke.
"I said Broom Eyebrow, how long does that little brother want us to wait?" the lean man asked.
"Almost...almost..." Broom Eyebrow was replying hoarsely, but suddenly his eyes lit up, "Little brother, little brother! You...are...back..."
"What's wrong with your throat?" Wu Fan asked.
"It's okay... I'm okay... Little brother, you left in such a hurry just now, but what did you find?" Broom Eyebrow swallowed and said anxiously.
Wu Fan nodded: "I remember one of us is wearing a Taoist robe. Can you help me see if he is still among the crowd?"
Broom Eyebrow looked at the crowd for a few times, and then said in a hoarse voice: "That little Taoist priest, come here quickly..."
Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly calmed down the commotion: "Forget it... don't move, just wait for me to pick you up!"
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