How can ordinary rough men compare their fists and legs with the immortal sect skills?
He raised his hand casually and gently held the whole fist of the man. The colder the face became, and the colder it became, and he easily pinched the man's hard fist and made his joints hurt.
The man's face became more and more distorted and ferocious, and his limbs became bizarre and tortuous. However, no matter how he twisted, his figure, which was twice as big as that of the disciple of the Immortal Sect, could not break free from this "slim hand" that was like playing the piano like a bamboo-climbing and plum bone.
"Everything has spirits, even if it is herbs. If you want to exchange with me, take out the things. If you don't want to, please leave." After a while, he also relaxed the big man's fist.
The big man seemed to have been treated "inhumanly", and he staggered and took many steps, carefully judging whether his fat claws had been broken.
The remaining power of the Immortal Sect is still under the bones of the little demon. Although the centipede monster is so arrogant, he is actually still scared by the young man in the Immortal Sect and almost flew up.
But this centipede is also very experienced, and in a blink of an eye, he returned to his arrogant look, "Who do you think you are? Just ask me to leave me and leave?"
"What do you want?"
The centipede spirit waved its claws, and the five big men who came over like pugs were brushing together, and stepped on the herbs that carried the young man in the fairy sect who spent all night working hard and working hard. He just watched quietly and swallowed the bitterness in his heart.
The centipede swayed and walked in front, gently twisting the beard that floated on her lips, and said proudly: "This town is my territory. If you want to do business here, you can't do it without understanding the rules."
He was silent, but his fists couldn't help but tighten.
"What? Want to fight with me? What qualifications do you have? If the people in our town were not kind, you dirty mice would have been cleaned up by the Marshal! You would have wanted to be wild if you give you a good face? You don't urinate and show your current virtues!" The centipede spirit was humiliating and clamoring, causing a buzzing crowd around.
This young man seemed to be whipped in public, and he was either strangely gaze or contempt.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the centipede spirit was timid, he felt relieved and raised his legs and wanted to kick him over to his chest.
As soon as the centipede-like bamboo pole raised his legs, he suddenly felt a flash of Liufeng Feiying, who had been beaten out of nowhere, lifted it up, and with a shout of "Ouch", the entire bamboo pole fell down.
The people around were blind and didn't see clearly what was going on. Before the god could shake, he saw the series of figures falling into a mountain, but there was a straight young figure standing in front of the coarse cloth with herbs.
"What a pity for these excellent medicinal herbs..." Yi Chen sighed regretfully, then raised his eyes and smiled warmly, "Young Master must know a lot about the terrain in the mountains, right?"
"Where did the little bastard come from? You dare to act wildly on my territory!" The centipede stood up stumblingly. A rash man jumped up and wanted to chase Yi Chen, but he smelled a faint fragrance approaching, but he didn't even have time to taste it carefully, so he leaned forward and fell to his feet.
Liying held the sword in her arms, stepped on the back of the fat man with one foot, and said coldly: "It's nothing to do with you, be honest."
Yi Chen looked back at Youyou and looked at the centipede monster with a brief look, "The demon lives with others just because they are both ordinary spirits. The Marshal protects the symbiotic friend spirit, not the bully. You are absurd to claim that the lord of this place will exploit the people at will, so aren't you afraid of being cleaned out when you go out?"
The centipede spirit spoke for a moment, but immediately started to mess around again, "Who are you old!"
Yi Chenzhu ignored him and bowed to the young man in the Immortal Sect and said, "I am here to chase you, I dare to ask the young master's surname."
The young man from the Immortal Sect's eyes were sunk, "Are you from the court?"
As soon as he heard the word "官网", the centipede spirit who was still arrogant the previous second immediately turned off the fire. In the blink of an eye, there was no gap, and instantly it turned into a flattering smile. Rubbing the claws of the two of them, he sucked his face and leaned against Yi Chen to chase him. "This, this young man..." He could only smell the breath of the noble man's golden branches and jade leaves. Before he could finish his words, a trace of cold silver light passed by his eyes and suddenly poked onto the tip of his nose.
Liyue came out of nowhere. Before the needle arrived, she coldly avoided the vulgar guy who intended to approach Yi Chen to chase.
The young man in the immortal gate looked coldly at the centipede demon covering his nose that was pierced by the needle and shouting away. He withdrew his eyes, but he held his murderous aura and looked at Yi Chen and chased him without saying anything. He leaned over and wrapped all the ruined herbs together and threw them into the basket, then turned around and started walking with the bamboo basket.
"Wait..." Yi Chen chased and stepped forward to the other side in one step.
This time, it was changed to Young Master Yi who was smiling and kept someone behind, "Young Master, don't misunderstand, we have no malice, we just need to go into the mountain if we have something to do, but we are not familiar with the terrain, so I just want to ask Young Master to lead a way."
He glanced at Yi Chen coldly and then opened his eyes, "Everyone in this town can take you into the mountain, there is no need to look for me." After that, he avoided Yi Chen and picked up the road.
Yi Chenzhu subconsciously reached out to grab his shoulder. The young man who had endured for a long time finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Yi Chenzhu's wrist and attacked.
Fortunately, this situation was already expected by Yi Chenzhu, so this sudden blow was not very unexpected.
Yi Chen chased and flew over, like a blooming black lotus, flipping over from the head of the young man in the Immortal Sect, his wrist slipped out of the opponent's palm, and his landing method was also stable. He built a flat iron bridge in one go, avoiding the opponent's sweeping attack.
Liying watched with the sword in her arms. Seeing that Liyue was about to move, Yu Guang took the hilt of the sword and picked out her collar and carried her back.
Liyue looked at her fierce and cold sister with a look, and did not dare to resist too much, so she had to stand obediently.
Yi Chen chased Ling for two rounds, and the young man who finally got around was not in the mood to attack him again, so he stood still and said coldly: "I won't help you, come to someone else."
This very pleasing fight made me stunned a group of townspeople next to me who had no other rare things except poisons in their lives.
The air around him was so stagnant that Yi Chen chased and glanced at the crowd, then smiled and said, "How about..." But after just spitting out two words, he suddenly realized that he had left mercilessly.
"Young Master, stay!" Yi Chenzhui seemed to be born with a tenacious spirit of being unable to kill him. He had been rejected twice in a row, and he was rushing to ask for the third time.
The young man was really helpless by his temper, so he could only turn around and say, "I said, I..."
Before the words "I won't help you" were expressed, his eyes suddenly stopped.
His eyes fell on the sword of the spiritual breath in Liying's arms, and he only glanced at the sword sheath with a glance, and then recognized the sword.
Yi Chenzhui had already been ready to be rejected again, but was shocked by his unstoppable shock and looked back.
Li Ying noticed the gaze of the young master of the Immortal Sect, and her heart trembled, and she lowered her eyes and glanced at the spiritual sword in her arms.
"You..." He uttered two words in a daze, but did not continue to say anything.
"What?"
He glanced slightly, his eyebrows calmed down, "Where are you going?"
Yi Chen chased his lips and was so stunned that he couldn't speak - this change was too fast...
The young master looked at Yi Chen and chased him. Yi Chen Zhui suddenly came to his senses, then took out the map from his arms, expanded it and pointed to the place marked with the red circle above, "This place should be deep in Chu Nanling. Most people may not be able to get in, so they want to bother the young master to lead the way."
"..." He quietly looked at the picture of the ground, "You took it back..."
Yi Chen was stunned for a moment and silently turned the map.
"Poisonous Miasma Forest?"
In fact, Yi Chenzhui didn’t know what the place was called, and the location determined was also searched by multiple sources and compared several maps before finally setting the location - the place where Zhao Shen died.
"Why is it called the Poisonous Miasma Forest?"
"...Because that forest has a heavy miasma, people should not go in absurdly."
"Then can you take me there?" Yi Chen Zhui fell down and asked, and immediately noticed something wrong inside, so he shook his hand and said, "You don't have to go into the forest, just take me to the nearby place."
The young master probably saw that Yi Chenzhe did not contain any suspicious malice in his every move, so he calmed down a little and said, "That place is very dangerous. I don't dare to enter the ordinary poison. I just know its location and I don't know what's going on inside."
"It's okay, just go to the place."
In this way, he had nothing to say, so he glanced at the sky and said, "Come with me."
Yi Chen Zhui didn't expect that this person who was furious just now wanted to fight him suddenly changed his mind.
"Thank you, young master." Yi Chen smiled and bowed to him. He didn't reply, but turned his face and moved forward first.
There is no way to get the town from the mountain, so you can walk into the foothills and leave the town.
Since the Marshal set out to return to Canghai Pavilion, Yi Chenzhui has initially realized the busyness of being an official in the court, but he really feels like a headless fly.
There was still no progress in the situation of the murderer, but Yi Chenzhui, who had just taken the lead, refused to stop at this moment of choking. There was a very clear intuition telling him that he would be frozen as soon as he stopped.
Finally, he found nothing to do and found out the case that his adoptive father investigated, which happened ten years ago, which happened to his stepfather.
And based on his unfamiliar speculation, he could not understand the unreasonableness in this matter. Zhao Shen was a wealthy businessman with a family business in the Chunanling area. How could such a big family massacre be so unstoppable?
Chapter completed!