Chapter 127： oriole

Looking at the stone pillars and peaks of different heights on the top of the mountain, it is quite strange. Could it be hidden in the middle? Zhang Shiping looked at the stone pillars and peaks on the mountain, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, some places in the world of cultivating immortals have natural formations.

For this reason, Zhang Shiping drove the Qingling ancient boat down, walked through the stone forest for a cup of tea, but found no trace of formation, he frowned, it seemed that he must have guessed wrong.

"Huh!" Zhang Shiping suddenly disappeared in place, and after a few breaths, Zhang Shiping's figure appeared outside the stone forest, without stopping, he walked towards the mountainside.

In the peach grove of Yuran Mountain, a man was covered in yellow clothes, and even his face was tied with a mask, revealing only a pair of naked eyes. He was wearing a yellow-gray mask, squatting. On the ground, the hands kept moving.

A man in black fell on the ground, his entire face was scorched black, and his facial features could not be seen. Blood was rushing from her chest, which had already soaked the nearby ground. The man in yellow kept his hands on the man in black. Constantly groping.

The man in yellow kept moving his hands. He brushed the man's hair, opened his mouth, and touched the inside and outside of the clothes to see if there was anything hidden inside.

The man in yellow didn't let go of anything, and took everything on his body, even the few low-level talismans hidden in his hair, especially the golden storage in the man's arms. The bag looked very extraordinary. After he got it, joy flashed in his eyes. It was because of this that he became murderous, and then he immediately put it in his arms.

However, he took a look at the contents of the storage bag, and most of the joy on his face disappeared.

This woman is a casual cultivator nearby. When Ke Xizeng was in Fangshi, he accidentally saw this nun take out this storage bag. It is golden in color, and it looks much better than the storage bags sold in Tongbao Building. .

Seeing this, he was fascinated, and he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. After waiting for more than ten days, he finally waited for the opportunity, and now he was finally able to go back and sleep peacefully for a while.

Ke Xizeng wiped the blood from his hands on the nun's clothes, and at the feet of the man in yellow, there was a small yellow Yingying knife with blood on the blade. After drying his hands, he picked up the knife and used it with the man Wipe off the blood on the clothes.

"Ah." Ke Xizeng stood up and did not forget to give her a mouthful.

"Hiss..." He touched the wound on his back just now. His thick soil cover was smashed by Huang Yingying's knife just now, and he cut a knife on his back. The pain makes the scalp numb.

He controlled the muscles on his back and clamped them tightly to stop the bleeding, but suddenly a strange itching emerged. He reached out and groped behind his back, but he couldn't feel it, it was really itchy.

His heart sank, and he quickly took out a bottle of elixir, poured out a yellow-green Baicao Jiedu Pill, and swallowed it. He didn't know if it was due to psychological reasons. The itching has improved a lot.

"Can I ask you something?" A cold voice came, and Ke Xizeng turned around immediately. Before the person behind him could see clearly, he had already thrown a piece of soil gun talisman hidden in his sleeve go out.

Before the black-gray soil gun flew a few feet away, it was pierced by a burst of red light, turned red and black, melted into a slurry, dripped to the ground, and billows of black smoke rose.

After the red light melted the black and gray soil gun, it didn't stop at all. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a matchlock and was tied to the blue shield that Ke Xizeng hastily erected.

Lan Yingying's water-attribute shield was bundled with red light, and a white mist of water vapor suddenly appeared. The hastily casted water-attribute barrier only blocked the fire rope turned into red light for one breath, and the fire rope strangled the barrier.

When the fire rope was about to touch Ke Xizeng, he had already felt the scorching heat. When he felt that his life was not long, the fire rope made of violent fire aura bound him tightly like a normal hemp rope , did not reduce him to ashes.

"Senior, please forgive me." Ke Xizeng looked forward with surprise and anger in his heart. There was a vast expanse of water vapor in front of him, and he couldn't see the appearance of this senior clearly, but he didn't stay where he was, but squeezed out a sentence from his throat A plea from the bottom of my heart.

In this situation, he didn't dare to shout too loudly, for fear of offending this senior who suddenly made trouble. Since this senior didn't kill directly, then he still has a chance to survive. He waited with a drum in his heart. It's really uncomfortable to live at the thought of others.

A gust of wind blew, and after the white mist cleared, he saw the person who came, it was a middle-aged man in black brocade, holding a blue folding fan, looking at him expressionlessly, he couldn't see the other person clearly. Cultivation, because this senior's mana fluctuations all over his body have been completely restrained, at first glance he looks like a son of an aristocratic family who is out to play.

He didn't think that it was an ordinary mortal who had such means. Just when Ke Xizeng was about to kneel down just as his body moved, the matchlock, which was supposed to be an ordinary hemp rope, immediately became hot and turned His clothes were scorched and his skin was scorched, and several black marks appeared on his body, which made him grin his teeth in pain.

Zhang Shiping waved his fan unceremoniously, and a few bluish-red auras transformed into round beads in the air, and fell on Ke Xizeng's body. The strange aura entered his body, making his body feel astringent, and the flow of mana between the meridians was completely blocked. Cut off, there is mana in the dantian hollow, but it can't be used anymore. After the ban, the aura turned into a matchlock slowly dissipated.

"You are really slow to deal with it." Zhang Shiping walked over with a look of disgust. That man actually stripped a female cultivator clean. Low-level talismans are no match. This is not a big deal, the main reason is that after the search of this person, it seems that in order to save a fireball, he didn't even clean up the body. This is what Zhang Shiping can't see. manage?

Looking at this qi cultivator whose whole body mana has been sealed by him, he has rushed from the top of the mountain to the peach forest since he was touching the corpse and taking off his pants just now. Less?"

Ke Xizeng looked at Zhang Shiping who was approaching step by step. He was dripping with cold sweat. After a few bluish-red spiritual energy beads entered his body, he found that he could no longer mobilize even a single bit of magic power. Hearing the senior's emotionless words, he felt Lamenting that he was unlucky in his life, "Senior misunderstood, she attacked the junior first, and I was forced to fight back. You see such a big hole in my back, I almost died. I hope the senior will learn from you, little girl!" People are really helpless.”