Medicinal Immortal

A pitch-black crow flapped its wings in mid-air and flew over their heads. From time to time they made two dumb screams. I have to say that today things were defeated. When I saw this crow, I only felt unlucky.

"Dumb! Dumb!"

Seeing the two people coming out, Xiao Hei slapped his wings vigorously, and evaporated the colorless and odorless powder from his body. In the dark night, the fine powder was invisible at all, and even the guards below could not notice it because of the irritability.

On the contrary, the old man looked up at the crow as if consciously, and did not know what he was thinking, twisted his brows slightly, and quietly held his breath.

"Doesn't you feel bad about listening to the crow? What are you doing in a daze? Shoot it quickly!" The middle-aged man drank with an unhappy expression.

"Yes!" The guards were about to start their hands, but they saw the crow flying up, and after yelling dumbly twice, it flew away suddenly.

"Huh! Even a crow came to find my bad luck!"

The middle-aged man flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly, and said in a cold voice to the old man beside him: "The Tang family has the night king guarding him and he can't move, but if it doesn't work, let's come to Yin!"

"Unfortunately, you don't have that chance."

A soft voice came, and everyone in the courtyard suddenly looked up and saw that, in the dark, a young monk in Tsing Yi did not know when to come to the courtyard wall, and a crow stood on his bald head. , With a long bamboo pinned to his waist, Qingyi fluttered in the wind under the moon, and a faint Buddhism holy light permeated his body, looking very holy, but at this moment, they only felt weird.

How can there be a little monk standing on top of the courtyard wall at night? And there was the crow that was screaming dumbly standing on his head, and for a while, people couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The words were overheard, and the middle-aged man squinted his eyes and immediately drank: "Take it down!"

"Yes!" Several guards slid forward in response, and their long swords attacked the little monk on the wall.

Tangning watched the long sword attack, and with a move of his hand, a dagger was held back in his palm. The next moment, the figure jumped and jumped directly into the hospital. The spiritual power aura on her body was fully opened, and the pressure of the spiritual master's aura was radiated, which surprised the guards and the middle-aged man.

"Spiriter!"

The strength of the guards is not up to the level of a spiritualist, and this young monk, who seems to be young, is actually a spiritualist?

"No! On us..."

The face of the guard who was attacking the little monk changed, only to feel that as they attacked with luck, the body's cultivation base was losing like a frustrated ball. Not only that, but the body was weak and weak, even standing a little bit. Untenable.

"Hi! Ah..."

Taking advantage of their panic, Tangning had already taken the lives of seven or eight people.

Seeing that this little monk made a shot, he was mercilessly taking his life. Everyone was shocked. They instinctively moved the breath in the body and wanted to fight. At least, they wanted to save their lives.

But once they got lucky, the medicine they inhaled showed faster, naturally, and died faster...

The middle-aged man watched this scene, his legs were also Microsoft, and he was helped by the old man beside him to avoid falling to the ground. He looked at the little monk in horror and said with a trembled: "You, do you know who I am? I am People of Ouyang family, if you leave here, I, I can let you go!"