Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

"Who dares to bully my little brother, I want him to die!"

Wu Shixun's face was cold, his arms were throbbing, and he looked at Song Zhilian with bloodthirsty eyes.

However, such cruel words are destined to be heard by no one, because he seems to have been silenced by Mao, so he can't even snort a fart.

However, any one who was born a beggar is the most able to check his face and look, and since he can understand it, he is still greatly moved. After all, there is someone who is willing to stand up and carry a knife for himself, which is not easy and fortunate after all.

Song Zhilian died, but at this moment, the leader stepped forward and said, "What are you doing? You are all from the same family, you can't make fun of you at the critical moment."

These words seem to be treated equally, and no one can say anything.

Song Zhilian snorted coldly, but he didn't dare to do it again, he didn't have a second weapon to defend himself.

Ren Yi pulled Wu Shixun's sleeve, "That... master, it's alright, relax, relax!"

Wu Shixun has always been full of muscles and a sense of explosion. He wants to violently hurt people at any time, and he can't ignore it either.

At this moment, the sound of "bang bang bang..." came from not far behind everyone.

There were one old and one young, and they were all acquaintances. It was Song Zhilian's eldest disciple, Qian Yiwei, and the deaf-mute, hunchbacked old man.

Behind them was Mao Xian who was holding a talisman weapon. He didn't know what hidden weapon was being thrown at the two of them, and the sound was quite loud.

The two hunchbacks fled in panic, but they were overjoyed when they saw the Song family's father and son.

"Sir, it's great, I finally see you. Hurry up, there is a devil behind us chasing and killing us."

The two ran directly behind a few people, but they used a few people as shields to face Mao. What's more abhorrent is that he actually beat him up and regarded Mao as the devil.

The Song family's father and son are not fools, and Mao seems to be a person, they know better than everyone present.

The two saw the opportunity quickly, and hurriedly hid behind Xi Fangping.

"Qian Yiwei, what's the matter with you?" Song Zhilian looked at his big disciple curiously.

Qian Yiwei tried his best to straighten his back, which was hunched so badly. He raised his head and said, "This is not something you should know."

"I'm your master, you rebellious thing, how dare you talk to me like this."

Song Zhilian said with a furious expression on his face.

He only felt that there was nowhere to put his face. This eldest disciple, when he saw him before, never nodded his head and bowed his waist more than he is now.

It's just been a few days since I haven't seen him, and it's totally unreasonable to dare to speak loudly with him.

"Oh! What kind of thing, you dare to call yourself a master, you...you don't deserve it!"

After finishing speaking, Qian Yiwei spit out a saliva in disdain.

His current strength is beyond the reach of the Song family and his son, how can he still be willing to be subordinated to others.

"You...reverse!" Song Zhilian was frustrated at Wu Shixun's hands, and he was holding back a bad breath, and his lungs were about to explode at this time.

"Father, let you use Langhuan!" He tyrannically picked up the sword in the master's hand and killed Qian Yiwei.

"Tsk tsk tsk~~~"

Qian Yiwei shook his head disdainfully, raised his eyelids impatiently, and saw that Song Zhilian's sword was about to be inserted into his chest, he suddenly raised his leg and stomped over.

With a "huh", Song Zhilian's figure showed a beautiful parabola, and it seemed to smash into the hair that followed.

"Pfft~~~"

In midair, Song Zhilian covered his stomach in pain, blood spurting out of his mouth. It just seemed so easy, but the inner abdomen was seriously injured.

Mao seemed to catch him right away, and then he threw Song Zhilian to the head who had split eyes.

"Haha... I have a lot of people here. If you have the ability, you can catch it!"

After the deaf-mute hunchbacked old man finished speaking, he quickly grabbed Xi Mo, who was stunned by the side, and then slapped her back with a fierce slap.

Xi Mo seemed to be flying towards Mao like a kite with a broken string. This palm was even more serious than Qian Yiwei's kick to Song Zhilian. Her back had even been sunk in, and her face was as white as a piece of paper. It was like dead.

Any big fright, "Stop!"

It was already late, Xi Mo fell into Mao Xian's arms like a rag doll.

"Sister..."

"Mer..."

Either rushed over.

Xi Fang also rushed over, the difference was that he rushed towards the vicious deaf-mute hunchbacked old man.

Unfortunately, even though he is a great elder with first-rate martial skills, in the eyes of the monks, he is just an ant. In an instant, he walked onto Xi Mo's old path, his chest collapsed, and he flew out backwards.

This time, he almost smashed into the back of either head, but fortunately, Mao appeared to take action, pulled him aside, and caught Xi Fangping without letting him hit Xi Mo on the ground.

"The devil, Hugh hurts people."

Mao appeared to slap his hand, and a lingering air swirled towards the wind knife, attacking the deaf-mute hunchbacked old man.

"Ha..." He sneered disdainfully, but instead of fighting back, he pulled the apprentice over and directly ordered: "You, you give it to me!"

Qian Yiwei was caught off guard and made a random move. He was already half a step late. At this time, he was not prepared enough, and his skill was lowered a little. He was instantly wrapped in the cyclone and rolled in the air.

After all, he is young, and suffers from inexperience. Even if he has strong power, his on-the-spot reaction is a little worse. But in an instant, the clothes on the body were cut into rags by the wind knife, and the whole person was bloody, the blood sprayed out turned into blood mist, and the invisible wind was also rendered blood red. .

This is a fight between monks, how can mortals participate. The Song family's father and son, who originally wanted to get away, could not escape the persecution of the air wave, and were knocked down and flew out by the shock wave.

One was hanging on the branch and the other hit the trunk. Fortunately, they were only frightened, and were not injured as badly as the two grandfathers and grandsons of the Xi family.

Faced with what happened to Qian Yiwei, the hunchbacked old man didn't plan to rescue him. The corner of his mouth twitched wickedly, taking advantage of the fact that Mao was stumbled, he made a vertical leap and disappeared into the dense jungle.

Mao seemed to deal with Qian Yiwei relatively easily, and naturally saw the hunchbacked old man's behavior. He snorted coldly, not intending to chase.

Whether there is a beast tide in this continent, whether people are dead or alive, for him, it is meaningless. If it weren't for his curiosity just now, he ran to check the situation, and was attacked by these two people, he would not be meddling at all.

When the cyclone disappeared, Qian Yiwei fell **** in the air and fell into the dust, motionless, no one knew whether he was dead or alive, and no one cared.

What Ren Ren is more concerned about now is that after Xi Mo ate the holy medicine he fed, the injury on his body was very slow, and its effect was not as effective as the first time.

Even Xi Fangping was like this.

When he was at a loss, Lan Ling's weak voice came from his ear, "This medicine can only be used three times by one person, and the effect is worse than the first time."

"Ah? Is this drug resistant? What should I do now?"

Any one kept muttering in his mind.

Lan Ling's voice came again miraculously, "The current effect of this medicine is only halved, and the recovery is not as fast as the first time, but it will be fine if you take it a few more times."

Any wonder asked in his mind: "Lingling, can you know what I'm thinking?"

"Of course I know, as an artifact spirit, I can naturally perceive the master's mind."

"Ah! In this case, you will know what I think about in the future."

At any moment, there is a feeling of being ripped off by others, all thoughts are under the eyes of others, this is really...

Will he have any secrets in the future?

Lan Ling sighed, "You are thinking too much. Unless you are talking about me in your mind and have something to say to me, otherwise, I am not qualified to know your various thoughts."

If you really want to know so much, you don't have to be exhausted. A person's mind is very messy and messy. If she is receiving it all the time, she is afraid that she will be overwhelmed long ago and become a cerebral palsy.

Ren Yi breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't know why Lan Ling was an artifact spirit, what an artifact spirit was, and why he became the master. an injury.

"Lingling, this medicine is limited, do you have any other medicines there?" Ren Ren asked shamelessly.

At this moment, he could only look up at Lan Ling. He really couldn't leave Xi Mo alone.

I don't know what this girl did. Every time I meet anyone, something bad will happen, and it's more serious every time.

On the other hand, although Yi Yi was also a little unlucky, compared to the unfortunate journey in the past, he is now very peaceful, but very uneasy.

He suddenly came up with a very strange idea. Could it be Xi Mo who prevented those disasters for him?

Therefore, this is the revelation given to him by fate, and he cannot lose this person, otherwise, he will regret it.

If any one is a greedy and selfish villain, he should feel fortunate that his own blame can finally be passed on to another person.

However, seeing Xi Mo's beautiful face, losing the vitality of the past, with no blood at all, such thoughts had to be dispelled.

No matter what, he is also a man, and he can still bear it. It is his own fault, and he will never shirk it to others.

So many thoughts flashed through this moment, Lan Ling said with a headache: "Okay, don't talk about it, I want to take a rest, I'm really tired!"

There was a hint of exhaustion in her voice, which was distressing. Ren Yi felt a pain in his heart, and hurriedly urged: "Lingling, go and rest! With my uncle here, I will be fine."

"Yeah! Got it! However, your uncle... It seems that something is not right. You usually have a lot of attention. If something goes wrong, call me quickly, and I will arrive in time."

Ren Yi sighed in his heart, "Lingling, what's wrong with my uncle? What do I need to guard against?"

"The specifics...I don't know either. In short, it's just not quite right. When you see him doing abnormal things, remember to talk to him more."

"I found that your voice has an indescribable power that can make him behave in a softer way. I can't tell you the specifics. You can figure it out for yourself, and I will retire."

Lan Ling's words made Ren Yi think funny in his mind, "Lingling is really worrying, what power can my voice have? Just listen."

Lan Ling, who had already disappeared, couldn't help rolling his eyes. Although she just said it casually, it doesn't mean that she is just whimsical and nonsense.

Ren Yi did not know that the moment Xi Mo was injured, his emotions were a little excited, but the shining starlight in his body was rapidly flowing, but in a short while, there was a tendency to condense into a liquid.

The pain came again, and he beat his body with some discomfort.

"Are you crazy? Why are you hitting yourself when you don't have anything to do?" Mao frowned and continued, "These two people won't get better for a while, do you care or not?"

Ren Yi endured the pass and said viciously: "Turn, you must!"

For the sake of Xi Fangping standing up and helping him speak just now, he couldn't just leave these two here.

If there is any monster, it will definitely be a free meal. As for the father and son of the Song family, I'm sorry, I didn't bother to look at any of them, and they turned a blind eye to their cry for help.

He originally wanted to carry Xi Fangping on his back, but unexpectedly, Mao seemed to throw Xi Mo directly on his back, "Nuo, enjoy the troubles you caused yourself!"

He didn't say a word to himself, just like carrying a sandbag, he easily carried Xi Fangping on his shoulders, and strode away.

Ren Zhan felt uncomfortable at this time, and he didn't bother to explain anything to Mao Xian, so he followed silently.

Along the way, Mao seemed to be extravagantly using his spiritual sense to sweep the road, taking any of them to a place where there were no monsters. Ordinary monks would not dare to do this, because the release of spiritual knowledge would consume too much spiritual energy.

Mao seemed to have no taboos at this time, because he went to any of the medicine pill suppliers, and it seemed that as long as he wanted, any one would be able to provide it wirelessly.

"Boy, tell me honestly, how many treasures did you find in the ruins of the **** king?"

Ren Yihe smiled, "Master, there are really not many. The few bottles of medicinal herbs in your old hand are my last stock, and there will be no more."

Anyway, he is an ordinary person, and this kind of medicine has no use for him at all. He asked Lan Ling to choose a few suitable hairs to use. Otherwise, at this time, Mao would not be able to use spiritual power so freely. There are no restrictions.

Mao grinned, "Hey, silly boy, I'm happy for you. You're taking that spark now, what's wrong with your body?"

"No, I don't feel anything, like I've never eaten."

"Is that so? After you settle down, I'll give you a spiritual power ball to test it, and you'll know if it works or not."

While the two were on their way, they chatted, and Xi Fangping, who was being carried, heard the word "spark", and he didn't know what to do, but he woke up leisurely.

"Wow! It turns out that the two of you got there first!"