158, a master of talk

A hurricane rolled up on the long street from east to west, and the ground was also shaking, and the paved slates were lifted up one by one like leaves. The probability of an earthquake in the center of the city is not small, but basically impossible.

The old ghost Lu, who controlled the small tripod and the cold and traceless fire cloud gourd, was forced out of his original shape by the flying stone slab. He was actually a dwarf shorter than the blood knife ink mackerel. Hurry up!" After he finished speaking, a kind of sticky black juice spewed out of the tripod.

I didn't expect that the masters of my grandfather's generation would poison the younger generation. I was caught off guard and sprayed with black juice, and my face was covered with all over. Angrily scolding the "despicable" strong toxicity began to spread. He was also a little powerless to control the fire cloud gourd. The fire cloud gourd was like a drunk drunk chasing the dwarf in the air and spraying Mars all the way.

Maybe he forgot, maybe because it was given to him by Han Jing, he has been holding Cheng'er until now, and Cheng'er has magically not been hurt by poison. The boy is not afraid to watch it with relish at all.

When the dwarf stretched out his hand to grab the cold trace, the hurricane from the other side of the long street blew the spark into the small tripod, and the crackling sounded in the small tripod. I didn't know what fuel materials were in the small tripe. The sparks scraped in and turned into fireworks and rushed out, forcing the dwarf to retreat quickly.

The hurricane blew the fireworks from the small tripod like a group of demons dancing in the wind, which looked like a sigh. He also had bloodthirsty pleasure in his eyes, as if a killer was enjoying the process of killing and felt so pleasing to the eye.

Cold Wumu can't see Cheng'er's expression, and Han Jing also didn't notice it.

The faint ice-blue light blocked in front of Han Jing's body, and the storm-like impact of the blood knife and ink mackerel was blocked by this ice light, and he was inevitably discouraged. The hurricane blowing on the other side of the long street shows that the master of Xuanqi Temple has arrived, and it is unlikely to be invisible and break through. The only hope is to catch this grandson, who should be Yu Youmin's most proud apprentice, so that he can escape with the young alliance leader.

Holding the idea of breaking the kettle and sinking the boat, the left arm of the blood knife ink mackerel suddenly expanded and was about to reach the critical point of the explosion. The ice-blue light across Han Jing's chest fell on his left arm like mercury, freezing his arm like a popsicle.

Are Yu Youmin's apprentices and grandchildren so powerful?

"It's really evil!" The blood knife mochi shouted in horror. He felt that the cold spirit that spread rapidly in his body was extremely pure, and his mysterious power could not compete with it at all. He immediately waved his sword and broke his left arm.

"The reaction is quite fast!" Han Jing sneered. She noticed that Leng Wuhen was in a poor state, and there was also a scuffle in Zuixiangju. Yuguhong's situation was unknown. The hurricane at the end of the long street should have been done by the master. She did not immediately go to help Leng Wuqi, but decided to leave the blood knife and silver carp first.

The thunder gun that blocked the space around the blood knife and silver carp is like a strange poisonous snake swallowing the ice-blue light, accompanied by white fog between the dances, making it more and more unpredictable.

If it hadn't been for personal experience, it would have been impossible for the blood knife moby to believe that Yu Youmin's apprentice could force himself to such an embarrassing point. He guessed that Han Jing had a very high-level Xuan soldier, but he didn't believe his judgment, so he was more inclined to guess that Han Jing was actually taken away by the old monster.

It is not uncommon for the destroyed old monster to find a highly qualified body. The difference is only that the six temples are made more hidden, while the transparency between scattered cultivation and evil cultivation is a little higher.

"You must suffer, then fight to die together! If you die this time, you may not be able to find the right body to take away. The blood knife ink mackerel shouted fiercely.

Didn't reach the corresponding process, Han Jing still couldn't understand the meaning of the blood knife and ink mackerel, and shouted, "Take away your big-headed ghost, don't be a battle of trapped beasts, give you a chance to make atonement for your sins, and hand over your master for your life."

"Impossible!" After blurting out, the blood knife ink mackerel exclaimed again, "What a cunning junior, how to set my words!"

"He is disturbing your attention. Alas, the blood knife and silver carp is really old man. I can't even see this little trick."

The old sigh was accompanied by the shadow of a sharp claw to grab the spiritual cover of the blood knife ink mackerel. The mysterious master inserted his paw into the brain of the blood knife and silver carp and took off the heavenly spirit cover without even showing his face.

The heavenly spirit cover flew up with red and white brain plasma. The blood knife and silver carp are still alive, and the short sword is still stabbing towards Han Jing.

The thunder gun picked up the stabbed dagger, "Actually, I know who your master is, believe it or not?" Han Jing was stunned on the spot after saying it. Seeing the blood knife moshackerel killed so close, even the hostile relationship is a little unbearable.

"Little guy, do you really know who his master is?"

The mysterious master who did not appear asked with interest. He couldn't tell whether he was interested in Han Jing or what she said, or both.

Young people who can force the blood knife and ink mackerel to such an embarrassing level are not just described by talent. After such a long retreat, I encountered such a funny thing. This mysterious master's interest in Han Jing is really extraordinary.

The one who can kill the blood knife and ink mackerel with one claw must be the super master of Xuanqi Temple. Han Jing is not arrogant, and she said impatiently, "Save Brother Leng first."

"Oh, you're really honest, little guy, do you know who you're talking to?"

"Please, there are priorities, okay? Brother Leng is an elite among the young generation of Xuanqi Temple. In case there is a loss in the temple, it is a loss. Hurry up and save Brother Leng. Let's talk later."

"The little guy is really bold. How dare he give orders to me? Do you know who I am?" The mysterious master said such a long list of words without wasting time, and the claw that uncovered the blood knife mower grabbed the dwarf.

Tractored by some mysterious force, the dwarf flew towards the mysterious master who saw only his claws but did not see his body. He struggled hard, but his body twisted very little, and his strength was obviously not a little worse. Didn't the old monsters in the main hall of Xuanqi Temple come by surprise? Why did this old monster come out?

"Mr. Lu blames that you didn't practice in the nest. He came to our main hall to toss around. It's really a long life. Originally, I wanted to spare your life for your master's sake. Who let you hurt Lao Leng's great-grandson?

The old voice of the mysterious master was like muttering in her ear. Han Jing listened carefully and still didn't find him, or did the ice soul sword sense that the energy fluctuation was emitted from half a meter on her left.

There was a big living man standing half a meter away, and the living man took action again and again. Unexpectedly, he didn't realize whether he was daydreaming or day bumping with ghosts? Han Jing looked up at the bright sky and blinked fiercely to make sure that her eyes were not blooming.

The cold body fell down and hit the ground heavily. Cheng'er fell down when he fell down, but the child was pressed on his body, so he was not injured, and there was still no fear at all.

"Brother Cold!" Han Jing shouted and ran over as fast as a wind, but she ran over without any trace. Instead, she picked up Cheng'er and asked, "Is Cheng'er hurt?"

As soon as Cheng'er shook his head and said "No", the sweet smile on his face that had never disappeared froze and stammered and asked, "Beautiful brother, what are you going to do?"

A ice-blue finger knife crossed Cheng'er's neck, and Han Jing said coldly, "The antidote, don't tell me there is no antidote."

The mysterious master rushed to say, "The Tianxiang poison tripod is nourished by the strange poison of the world, and the poison is stained with immortals, and the old cold grandson is useless."

"Don't keep talking nonsense somewhere! People have come up with the way. Why don't you bring Xuanli to suppress the toxicity of Brother Leng first? Han Jing thought that she felt extremely guilty for having been involved with Brother Leng, and she couldn't care about the identity of the mysterious master and choked him directly in one sentence.

He was choked by his own saliva. The man was actually a man who looked a little similar to Yu Youmin. His age looked like Yu Youmin's brother. Do you know who I am?" He asked.

"If you are so bad that you can't even suppress the poison in Brother Leng's body, I'm not interested in knowing your talkative name." Let this mysterious master get angry and go away. Han Jing stubbornly pushed it back. It was definitely not a method of excitement.

"Hey! Nowadays, young people are so fierce, which is too unruly. Well, if you don't show any means, it will really make you look down. After a few words, the master, who was called a talkative by Han Jing, shouted fiercely: "Put down the cold boy, he is mine."

Only then did Han Jing notice that there were many mysterious knights in armor around them. The lowest strength was also the amethyst Xuanqi wearing an amethyst badge. According to the strength of Gu Xuan, it was Xuansheng. Some people without badges were unfathomable old monsters, masters who could cause the sword spirit to shake in Dantian. .

When the talkative master stopped, an amethyst Xuanqi flying from a crane fell beside Leng Wuhen. He just picked him up from the ground and was called by him and quickly threw Leng Wuhen back to its original place.

Han Jing, who was so angry that she wanted to curse, appeared beside Leng Wuhen. With her mysterious fingers, there was a dazzling mess on Leng Wuhen. She couldn't help worrying and said, "Can you do it? Can you send her to the doctor as soon as possible?"

"Detoxification is not good, but it's not difficult to suppress toxicity."

Even if this mysterious master is confident, Han Jing is still worried: "This is not a joke. If you can't, just say it. I'll freeze Brother Leng with Bing Xuanli first and then think of another way."

"Freezing is also a way. If the vitality of freezing for ten and a half years is still extinct, maybe the Temple of Medicine can develop an antidote."

This is what Cheng'er said. He smiled happily when he spoke.