Liu San and the others were startled. They had never seen a middle-aged scholar with such an expression. Liu San's eyes flashed, he rubbed his palms, moved a few steps towards Wang Lin's location, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, little brother. What's wrong with him? Is he also involved in blood and light?"
Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and he glanced at the middle-aged scholar indifferently, without speaking, Situ Nan's unhurried voice came from his ear.
"This little baby is a little bit interesting. This face-to-face technique is quite sophisticated, but for mortals, it's still mysterious, but for me and other immortal cultivators, some of them have been tricked. The old man just passed on the memory of killing people and killing people before. Once again, hehe, this makes him unbearable."
The middle-aged scholar was sweating for just a while, looking at Wang Lin's gaze, not as plain as before. At this time, there was a strong color of awe. He heard Liu San's words, and quickly waved his hand and said, "My brother... It doesn't matter, the future of the little brother can't be estimated. Wang's face art is not good at learning, can't see through... Can't see through." After he finished speaking, he continued to talk with a bitter face.
The scene he saw just now was completely shocked. It was simply a hell of Shura, a sea of corpses and blood, and everyone was obviously not a mortal. He flew to the sky and was omnipotent. The middle-aged scholar learned from his childhood. His face-to-face technique is well-informed, and he knows that there are immortals in the world, and if many things are involved, there is a risk of killing.
Liu San frowned and was about to speak when suddenly a scream came from a distance. A huge human head drew an arc in mid-air, threw it from a distance, rolled a few times after landing, and stopped at the fire. .
Liu San's expression changed drastically. He recognized that this person was the guard of the escort patrolling the surrounding area, and immediately stood up abruptly.
Yang Sen grabbed the head, clenched his fist, and said in tears: "Ergou, brother, swear revenge for you!"
At this time, all the escort guards drew out their weapons one after another, looking around murderously.
The black-faced man stood beside Liu San, his eyes piercing, and he shouted in a deep voice: "That good fellow came here, he is too ignorant of the rules."
"Jie Jie" A tragic laughter suddenly came. With a rustle, dozens of people in black crawled out of the surrounding ground, slapped the dust on their bodies, and looked at the people in the mighty escort with cold eyes.
"Open the mountain palm Liu San, hand over the things, we leave immediately, otherwise, no one will stay here." A skinny old man slowly walked out of the black-clothed man.
Liu San's face was as sinking as water, and he shouted in a low voice: "Who is it? It turns out that it is your vulture Song Xing."
The old man Jiejie smiled and said gloomily: "The surnamed Liu, don't tell lies in front of real people. This time, your mighty escort will send red goods to you, and secretly bring back a 500-year-old ginseng. You hand over this thing. It can be safe, and don’t hide here for the sake of things outside of your body."
Liu San frowned, looked at the people around him, and said inwardly: "How does Song Xing, the bald eagle, know that I am hiding the ginseng? It seems that there must be spies in the same person." Thinking of this, he suddenly glanced and glanced. Wang Lin sneered.
He cast a color on the black-faced man, took a few steps by himself, clenched his fists, and said solemnly: "Don't say the old man doesn't have this ginseng. Even if it does, you can still use your Song Xing martial arts from my hand. It's impossible to snatch it away."
The black-faced man understood his mind and quietly walked behind Wang Lin.
Wang Lin frowned, and suddenly the middle-aged scholar stepped forward to stop the black-faced man and shouted: "What are you doing, this little brother is not a spy."
The black-faced man was startled and was about to speak.
At this moment, Condor Song Xing laughed and said loudly: "The surname is Liu, I can't beat you, but today, we made the shot personally in the past, and you are dead." After speaking, he took a few steps back. , Shouted: "Gong Ying Da came back that year." As he said, he immediately prostrated on the ground, with a very respectful expression.
Looking at the people in black around them, they all looked fanatical, crawling on the ground, and following Song Xing, they said loudly: "Gong Ying Da came back that year."
A cold voice suddenly came from all directions: "Hand over the ginseng, otherwise, die!" As soon as the voice fell, a fist-sized fireball suddenly appeared from the dark, with a strong high temperature, and instantly hit a dart board guard. , The guard didn't even have time to scream, and immediately turned into a pile of black coal along with the weapon in his hand.
At this moment, everyone in the escort was stunned, and some of them fell to the ground without even grasping the weapon in their hands.
Yang Sen's eyes showed horror, and he lost his voice: "This... what kind of hidden weapon is this?"
The heat wave couldn't stop escaping from the pile of black charcoal, and the guards around each bend their hair to reveal their roasting appearance.
Liu San also looked shocked, stepped back from his divine consciousness, staring at the pile of black coal on the ground in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.
The dark-faced man showed fear in his eyes, and he tremblingly said: "Xian... Fairy spells?" Speaking of this dark-faced man, he had also tested the Xiuxian school when he was a child. After he was eliminated, he set foot on the rivers and lakes. His memory was very exciting to him, and now when he saw that fireball technique, he immediately thought of it.
Song Xing looked proud and said loudly, "Yes, we were the immortals when we were born, so why don't you send the ginseng quickly?"
All the escorts looked at Liu San one after another, with pleading expressions in their eyes. If it were a mortal, they still had the courage to fight, but the opponent was a fairy. At this moment, these guys lost their fighting spirit.
Liu San had a bitter face and was about to speak when suddenly three fireballs appeared silently, floating motionless in the air.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed and his interest rose. Judging from the power of this fireball technique, the caster definitely does not exceed the third level of the condensation period. He touched his chin and swept away his consciousness. On the big tree, I noticed the caster.
"Huh?" Wang Lin was stunned. The caster was about twenty-eight or ninety-nine years old, and he was at the peak of the second layer of the condensing stage, and he could break through to the third layer at any time. This young man's complexion was gloomy, and there were several deep scars on his face. At first glance, it was quite hideous, but Wang Lin became more familiar with it.
The middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "Lao Liu, hand it over. Even if the owner knows, he won't blame us. The other party is a fairy. How can we mortals resist."
Liu San hesitated, reluctantly took out a palm-sized brocade box from his arms and placed it on the ground.
As soon as the brocade box landed, it suddenly floated up, and instead of sending it to the other party, it flew back and was grabbed by Wang Lin.