Fighting! Huangmao looked at the strong man's muscles and swallowed, so he wouldn't beat him to death if he got close to him?

Wen Dou is the best way to resolve disputes between colleagues. The so-called Wen Dou is an agreement between the two parties during the competition. Generally, it is a competition to make talismans. The most intuitive thing is to directly compete to catch ghosts. As a mage in cultivation, he can't even handle a ghost. What's the mage?

However, the time spent on literary fight is too long. If Qin Mu chooses martial fight, it should not be difficult with his combat ability.

The yellow-haired face showed timidity, sighing without saying a word, and his eyes flashed, as if he was measuring what this was. I don’t know what Honglian was thinking, but he actually said at this critical moment: “It turns out that he is a coward, what do I think is!”

The red lips opened lightly, and the charming voice echoed in the air, which made people feel light. It was just that the words were a bit sarcastic. As soon as the words were finished, laughter broke out from the crowd again, especially the strong man, who laughed very happily.

When the strong man just spoke out, the crowd was not so turbulent. With only one word from Honglian, the whole crowd became boiling. It can be seen that the beauty is so powerful. Qin Mu covered her face. This guy was just trying to catch the fun, so he said that he was provoking trouble.

Huangmao blushed and raised her neck and said, "If you fight, just fight! Wen fight!"

The crowd became quiet, and many people felt regret on their faces, while others felt gloating on their faces.

The strong man waved his thick arms and felt a little depressed: "Wen Dou? It's boring. Either fight in martial arts, or you shut up and admit that you are a coward."

"you……"

The crowd started to riot again. Looking at the yellow-haired, black-and-white faces, they ignored it now. The poor and sour breath of ancient poor scholars emerged, and they were not merciless in their words.

"Then what Yin-Yang Gate, have you heard of it?"

"No, there are more than a hundred generations of disciples. I still think they are the heads of the sect, but they are just small families. Why are they fat people?"

The yellow-haired look around with a pubic face. Qin Mu was frightened by his hatred eyes and dragged his luggage and quickly retreated until he felt safe.

He had just stood still when he saw a wooden sign suddenly on the yellow-haired hand.

A shrill cry erupted from the wooden sign. It was a red light. Before the people around him could see clearly what it was, they rushed towards the strong man. The crowd quickly dispersed. The strong man fell to the ground with a "boom", a huge hole in his chest, and blood was gushing out of the hole, which immediately dyed red, and his body was gasping for a rapid breath.

Most of the people around were stunned, while Honglian, who was adding fuel to the fire, looked leisurely, but when the red hair took out the wooden sign, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"What was that just now?"

"I don't know, a red light..."

Looking at the strong man who was lying on the ground and breathing became more and more rapid, no one dared to step forward.

The yellow-haired man stood proudly in the center, and the red thing was seen clearly by everyone. It was a red ghost that had never known that hundreds of years had passed.

As mentioned earlier, the Red Light Ghost is the most domineering one among the Ghosts. If a person with general cultivation meets them, he can run away directly. A few crazy mages will choose to use the talisman to summon the Ghosts and then seal them.

After a long period of refining, the evil ghost after sealing can become a slave to the mage as part of the mage's strength and complement each other.

This yellow-haired looks like a non-mainstream play for children on the surface, but the wooden sign in his hand is really used to seal the evil spirits. From this point of view, there is indeed capital to clamor here.

The red ghost slowly floated behind the yellow-haired man. It was a woman with her eyes closed. Her hair was not combed, and all fell down. She fell all over the ground. Her face was pale and her body was surrounded by black air. However, compared with Sikong Wenzheng, this black air was not as sticky as Sikong Wenzheng, and Sikong Wenzheng had not really turned into a ghost.

A red color shrouded on his head, indicating his level, the red light evil spirit.

The strong man was penetrated by the red ghost's chest and could not survive. His breathing became more and more rapid, and there was a piece of red blood under his body. People around him surrounded him. Even those who had objections to the yellow-haired at the beginning were silent now. Seeing the strong man lying on the ground, his breathing became more and more rapid and lighter, and no one was willing to help.

Looking at the proud yellow-haired man, Qin Mu was not afraid of these things. In his opinion, the strong man would not die, and the yellow-haired behavior was a sneak attack.

He put his luggage and walked towards the strong man. I wonder if it was because Qin Mu had a strong aura at this time. When Qin Mu walked over, the people around him stood aside one after another, so that Qin Mu could treat him as soon as possible.

"Who are you?" Huangmao saw that there was someone who dared to help the strong man at this time. He was very angry. He then asked, and without waiting for Qin Mu to answer, he directly directed the red ghost to attack Qin Mu.

A faint golden light floated on Qin Mu's body, which was as solid as a soup, and it was just laid out with his left hand, which was his habit.

The right hand was moving in a irregular rhythm, and mysterious runes entered the body of the strong man like a substance. This was the way to write the ancient magical language of the restored witch song. Qin Mu saved some of the places. The man's breathing became shallower and shallower. Only in this way can he save his life in the fastest time, and the remaining wounds can be slowly maintained.

The strong man's breathing gradually stabilized, and the scars on his chest were very powerful. Fortunately, the red ghost did not directly attack the strong man's heart, otherwise he would have been killed on the spot and his heart would be broken, even Qin Mu was unable to recover.

"Are you a doctor?" Seeing that the pierced wound on the strong man's body began to heal, you could see that small granules quickly grew around the wound. These granules spread the entire wound bit by bit. In about a few minutes, the "hole" of the bowl's mouth disappeared so that it was only the size of a fingernail. After a long time, it was likely that it would be invisible.

The yellow-haired man was very angry. The red-light evil ghost kept roaring outside Qin Mu's solidity. No one present was willing to help, but the crowd was fighting. The middle-aged man who had been standing at the door of the villa and looked at his watch from time to time. He stood here for a long time and had never changed his posture.

From the beginning of the dispute in the crowd, the middle-aged man standing in front of the villa had never spoken, but just watched quietly. Later, he was too lazy to look at it, and polished his nails carefully.

"You can't save him." Huangmao said.

Qin Mu squeezed out an unfathomable smile on his face, and quietly sang witch songs while everyone was watching. It was silent and had a very good effect. In less than two minutes, the strong man stood up, his eyes were lively and his face was rosy. He looked at Qin Mu with gratitude, and he was a little vicious when he looked at the yellow-haired.
Chapter completed!