As Nan Longhou spoke, he flicked his hand to his chest, a soft white light flashed, and the sunken place returned to normal in an instant.
The faces of Wang Tiangu and the others changed slightly, but the old man surnamed Yun said without changing his face: "You don't have to worry, he just used secret techniques to temporarily control the injury, and it's not all right! But what does it have to do with this boy surnamed Han?" Long-winded, send one person up to entangle him, and the others will kill Nanlonghou first."
After the old man said this coldly, he unhurriedly pointed at the silver wheel in front of him, and the magic weapon immediately turned into a silver rainbow and flew to the top of his head, and then sprinkled a large amount of silver light to cover his whole body. In the silver light, it appears to be faintly visible. Apparently, this person also knew that Nan Longhou hated him to the bone, so he didn't ask for merit, but for nothing.
Wang Tiangu frowned, and seemed to think there was some reason, so he tilted his head and said to the monk surnamed You beside him: "Brother You, I will let you deal with this kid first. You don't have to fight him hard, as long as It's enough to hang around for a while, and when Marquis Nanlong is dealt with, his time of death will come."
Finally, Wang Tiangu no longer concealed his killing intent towards Han Li. After glancing at Han Li coldly, a black light several feet high suddenly appeared on his body, and his whole body was plunged into the darkness, looking extremely strange.
Seeing this, the old woman and the black-faced man spewed magic weapons one after another, and slowly surrounded them.
"It's easy to say, this Fellow Daoist Han, just leave it to me!" Cultivator You surnamed chuckled, and a white jade ruyi slipped out of his cuff without a sound, and then stepped forward a few steps, facing Han Li with a half-smile.
For him, pestering a newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator was a trivial matter, and it was much safer than directly confronting Nan Longhou, a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator.
Han Li stared at the monk named You and stood motionless, but his heartbeat intensified the moment the old woman left the stairs, and one of the palms tucked into the cuff firmly clasped an ancient treasure.
At this moment, Nan Longhou suddenly flicked back with one hand, and a piece of golden glow flew out. At the same time, it wrapped around the three jade boxes on the jade bed behind him, and then flew back into his hands.
"Go on!" Nan Longhou waved his hand without any hesitation, and one of the jade boxes shot at Han Li.
This move was beyond everyone's expectations, and naturally no one had time to stop it. The jade box was easily received by Han Li, but he blinked his eyes with doubts.
"Since fellow daoists didn't join forces with them, I will give you this jade box as a gift. If there is really a secret in the box, and fellow daoists can bring it out here alive, it will be considered a lucky chance for fellow daoists." Finished All this, Nan Longhou said with his hands behind his back, pointing.
When Wang Tiangu, the old man surnamed Yun and others heard the words, their complexions changed drastically.
Han Li looked down at the jade box in his hand, pursed his dry lips, and suddenly had an urge to laugh wildly in his heart, but with his extraordinary reason, he suppressed it. It's really ridiculous that this thing that the monks in the attic want to grab is actually brought to the door on their own initiative.
Marquis Nanlong naturally didn't have any good intentions in doing this. With the posture that Wang Tiangu and others are bound to win the jade box, now that the jade box is given to him, this is clearly a way to distract Wang Tiangu and others from their attention, so that they can be under great pressure. Less escape.
However, this person can afford to let it go, and he can bear the pain to give him the treasure he got. He really has some heroic qualities. But since the treasure is in his hands... Hehe!
After Han Li sneered, he flipped his palm without hesitation, and the jade box disappeared, and he put it into the storage bag.
"Cicada, the two of you help fellow Taoist, don't let the kid surnamed Han get away by chance. We old guys are enough for the fight here." Wang Tiangu's face darkened, without hesitation ordered.
He was quite calm, and he was not dazed by the treasures in the jade box. He only sent two of the weakest, Wang Chan, to watch over Han Li, and did not assign any more people to deal with Han Li.
The others looked at each other without saying anything. Although the treasure is tempting, as long as the Marquis of Nanlong is killed, Han Li, a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, will not be the same at that time.
"Yes, Second Uncle! I was planning to meet Senior Han!" Wang Chan's eyes flashed fiercely, and she agreed with a sinister smile. Then he waved at Yan Ruyan and walked towards Han Li.
The complicated look on Yan Ruyanmei's face was fleeting, and she followed her silently.
Seeing this, Han Li glanced at the two of them indifferently, and there was nothing strange on his face.
It's also funny to say, although there are swords drawn in the attic, neither Wang Tiangu and others, nor Nanlonghou have the intention to strike first. It's not that the two sides still have any sympathy, but everyone knows that Nanlonghou is now desperate to fight, once he makes a move, it will definitely be shocking, and maybe one or two opponents will die together if he has the heart.
The dying counterattack of a middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is terrifying. These old guys are all aware of it. Naturally, no one wants to be the first to take the fatal blow from the opponent.
Besides, of course they were not afraid of the other party's delay. As long as Nan Longhou didn't have time to meditate to recover, the injury would only get worse and worse, which would be more beneficial to them.
The strange thing is that Nan Longhou also stood there without moving, as if he didn't care about the injury at all, but the bright red color on his cheeks became even more bright red, and now it has become as bright as a drop of blood .
This made Wang Tiangu and the others dare not act rashly, for fear that the other party had already used the extremely powerful secret technique of fighting for life, and all of them stared at Nanlonghou with cold eyes without blinking.
As for the cultivator surnamed You, he also had the same thoughts about Han Li. Anyway, he just wanted to entangle Han immediately, so he didn't plan to make a move first. Wang Chan wanted to kill Han Li immediately, but she didn't dare to act rashly because she believed her cultivation was not enough.
As a result, although the attic was full of murderous intentions, it was quiet for a while.
After a while, Han Li, with a pensive expression on his face, suddenly sighed softly. Although the voice was not loud, it was very eye-catching at this moment.
But the Nascent Soul monsters in the attic were all cunning and cunning. Except for the monk surnamed You opposite, no one raised their eyelids at all, and no one was distracted to take a look. Wang Chan on the opposite side curled her lips, a sneer flashed in her eyes.
In their minds, Han Li would only wait for Marquis Nanlong to make the first move before making a move. Only in this way would he have a slight chance of survival under the chaos. But what no one expected was that after Han Li sighed, he actually acted.
I saw Han Li raised his hand unchangingly, and a black object appeared in his hand.
The cultivator surnamed You narrowed his eyes. Before he could see what it was, Han Li unceremoniously threw the object into the air. It was as huge as seven or eight feet, and it was like a huge wall lying between the two, separating them at once.
It was only then that the monk surnamed You could see clearly that it was actually a dark hill with black lights flashing all over it, and he didn't know what treasure it was. But after he was stunned, he didn't panic. Instead, he pointed to the magic weapon of Yu Ruyi in front of him. Immediately, Yu Ruyi buzzed loudly, and then white light burst out. The giant white tiger came out.
Although the tiger looked a little fuzzy, it opened its mouth wide as soon as it took shape, and a beam of scorching white light that was as thick as a bowl shot out in a flash, hitting the black hill directly.
There was a loud bang, and Baimang instantly submerged most of the hill into it.
Wang Chan on one side also reacted, and he made a tactic without hesitation, and a blood-red thick mist suddenly emerged from his body, engulfing his figure in it. At the same time, a bloody smell that made people want to vomit instantly filled the entire attic.
And Yan Ruyan's face was expressionless, and with the same tactic, a similar blood-colored thick mist appeared on her body, but this time there was no bloody smell coming out, but it was full of a weird sweet smell, which made people faint Drowsy, his consciousness immediately became very unclear.
Seeing this, the monk You surnamed felt more at ease. While controlling Yu Ruyi's upper white tiger to spray another beam of light, he patted the storage bag with one hand, and a light blue gourd about the size of an inch appeared in his hand.
Just when he was about to sacrifice the gourd in his hand, he suddenly heard a slight thunder sound from the opposite side. After being startled, he became more vigilant, and without hesitation, he made a tactic, and a layer of thick white The mask appeared on the body first.
And almost at the same time, a silver arc flashed by his side, and Han Li's figure with wings on his back appeared there, almost clinging to the mask of his body.
"Ah, you..." The monk surnamed You was shocked, but he had a lot of experience in battle. He hurriedly raised the blue gourd in his hand, and a blue arc shot out from the mouth of the gourd, which was very dazzling.
But at the moment when the blue arc shot out, Han Li didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it, but opened his mouth blankly, and a slender blue flame shot out from his mouth, piercing through the white light mask without any hindrance, and shooting straight at You surnamed monk body.