The most surprising thing is that after the identification of the scribes, those protruding accessories, two strings and a set of strings, actually all look like they were made from the body parts of Heiwujiao. If this identification is true, it also means that there may be the same guqin, which can be assembled together to get a whole set of guqin refined by Heiwu Jiao.
The middle-aged scribe looked at the tall young man eagerly, hoping that he could take out another violin. This guy is a music fanatic. In less than half a day, he actually saw three identical guqin, and it is very likely that he can make up a set of more advanced guqin. He has long forgotten his current situation, and his heart is itching. , just waiting for the tall young man to come up with something.
The tall young man already knew something in his heart, but the discovery on the three guqins also brought the hope in his heart. Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged scribe, he couldn't help but whispered: "No, I have only one on my body. I brought these three pianos."
After I finished speaking, I felt that I shouldn't be so polite to a prisoner under the order, and my face instantly returned to its normal coldness. After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, he quickly put away the three guqin, and then nodded to the short man behind him.
The short man did not hesitate to take action, cut down with a sword, and the middle-aged scribe was decapitated. Until Feijian reached his body, he still couldn't believe that two people who were just as happy and kind as him would be so cruel.
It's a pity that the two people, tall and short, did not give him a chance to live from the beginning. Now that they already know that there is a problem with one of the parts of the guqin, as long as the guqin is in hand, they can also find the abnormal part without a middle-aged scribe. Since the middle-aged scribes are useless, what are they still doing? Waiting for him to reveal the secret
Huh, a burst of flames rose from the middle-aged scribe, engulfing the whole body of the middle-aged scribe. And the magical treasure Qiankun bag on the scholar's body, naturally, has already entered the hands of the short young man. The things that can be used can be used with a slight makeover, and the things that cannot be used, as long as you find a suitable time and place to destroy them, everything will be perfect, and there will be no traces of middle-aged scribes.
Yang Chen tracked the location of the middle-aged scribe from a distance of almost a hundred miles. All of a sudden, the mark of consciousness he left behind oscillated and returned to Yang Chen's sea of consciousness automatically. Yang Chen suddenly realized that something happened to the middle-aged scribe.
Yang Chen didn't want to lose Guqin's clues. This was a great deed that could consume his own consciousness and get a strong bodyguard. Yang Chen would not allow anyone to destroy it. Without further ado, he summoned the flying shuttle, and immediately flew towards the position where the divine consciousness mark was just now.
For Yang Chen, the distance of a hundred miles is just a moment, and it will be there in a blink of an eye. The protective formation arranged by the middle-aged scribe was still there. Yang Chen put away the shuttle and began to observe carefully. After a while, Yang Chen knew what the formation was, found a location, and walked in slowly.
Before taking a few steps, a sword light slashed his head. The two young men, tall and short, had not had time to burn the middle-aged scribe's body completely before Yang Chen arrived. The speed is too fast, and it is beyond the expectations of the two. What they can do now is to kill all the people they accidentally run into to cover up their secrets.
Seeing that it was a junior of the third rank of immortal, the two tall and short didn't care at all. The middle-aged scribes of the dignified immortal rank were not their opponents, let alone a junior. The tall man didn't even plan to take action, he left everything to the short man, he just had to wait to see the result.
Brush, the shining sword light flashed away, and suddenly stopped when it was about to approach Yang Chen. The sharp blade was grabbed directly by Yang Chen's left hand, and stopped abruptly in the air, unable to make further progress.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Chen's right hand swung up, and in Yang Chen's hand, the Sword of Immortal Slaying flashed a dazzling sword light that was even brighter than the sword light just now, and along the direction of the sword light flashed, a slashing sword slashed fiercely. cut through.
The blade of the Immortal Slaying Sabre instantly became extremely long, and any object that blocked the blade of the Immortal Slaying Saber was cut into two pieces with one knife.
The tall man is more vigilant, and as soon as he finds that his companion's Feijian has not made merit, he immediately realizes that something is wrong. Seeing the flash of the knife light, without even thinking about it, he squatted down to let the knife light pass. The blade of the Immortal Slaying Saber slid from a place not far above his head and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The short man is not as vigilant as the tall man, and has no intention of dodging at all. A little junior took a sword from his hand, and dared to fight back, did he really regard himself as a character? This kind of ignorant guy just happened to give a lesson that he will never forget for a lifetime. Of course, whether we can still learn from it in the future is another matter.
The sword light of the Immortal Slaying Sabre only flashed for a moment, and it never appeared again. The short man snorted coldly, turned his head and glanced at his companion who looked very embarrassed, and felt a little disapproval in his heart. His companions are really making a fuss. With such an anticlimactic attack, is it necessary to make such an evasive action regardless of identity
Immediately afterwards, the short man saw the terrified look in the eyes of his taller companion, and was stunned for a moment. Could it be another attack? But the kid who entered the formation is still a hundred feet away, and he has no other actions, how could this be
The baffled short man suddenly felt a little itchy on the top of his head, as if something was running down his scalp. He hadn't felt this kind of sweaty feeling for at least hundreds of years, but, at this time, how could he sweat
After wiping it off, there is a sticky feeling on the hand. It wasn't sweat, but along with the stickiness of the fingers, there was a faint smell of blood. This kind of smell is not unfamiliar to short people. He just killed a middle-aged scribe with one sword, and the blood on the ground has not been completely cleaned up.
But immediately the short man realized something, and also understood how his companion had such a frightened expression. The viscous liquid that my fingers touched was blood, my own blood!
how is this possible? He clearly didn't even notice that he was being attacked, so how could blood flow out? As soon as this thought appeared, a sharp pain came from the top of his head, and the short man just groaned and fell into the boundless darkness.
In the tall man's eyes, after the short companion took the knife, a faint line of blood appeared above his eyebrows, and more and more blood flowed down his companion's head. And the most terrifying thing is that in this case, his companion even turned his head to look at him, reached out and wiped the blood on his head. (To be continued)