My life of martial arts training

Shen Yuan glanced at him and stopped paying attention. Here, there are plenty of opportunities to kill him.

Wang Yunsheng followed suit and came to the mud monster. Then Uncle Fu rushed out and destroyed the mud monster.

"Okay, the ghost slaves have been dealt with. I guess the alien ghost has almost recovered. It's time to lure it out." Wang Yunsheng smiled calmly.

"How to lure it out?" Shen Yuan asked.

"Hehe, of course, use people to lure it out." Wang Yunsheng looked at Yan Cheng, Deng Chengping and others, and Li Jinggao and Li Chengxi who had just arrived were not spared.

Everyone noticed Wang Yunsheng's malicious look, and except for Shen Yuan, all their faces changed drastically.

"Brother Yuan, look, we have been through life and death together." Deng Chengping didn't care about his face anymore, and hurriedly tried to get close to Shen Yuan. Although he couldn't impress Wang Yunsheng, he could try to impress Shen Yuan.

"Brother Yuan, for the sake of knowing each other." Yan Cheng had to set an example.

Wang Yunsheng did not speak, but watched the scene with interest.

The most nervous people at this time were Li Jinggao and Li Chengxi. Although they did not know what the aliens were, they could clearly feel the hasty and panicked expressions of these escorts and saw Yan Cheng and others pleading with Shen Yuan.

Li Jinggao was the same; "This little brother, I am from the Li family of Qinghu City. If you help me get through this crisis, the Li family will definitely not treat you unfairly."

"Brother Wang, can I make the decision?" Shen Yuan asked.

"Yes." Wang Yunsheng said without hesitation.

"Okay." Shen Yuan nodded and glanced back and forth at Yan Cheng, Deng Chengping, Li Jinggao and others.

"Let's take him." He fixed his eyes on Li Jinggao.

"Well, Brother Yuan's idea is indeed the same as mine." Wang Yunsheng showed an expression that was exactly what I expected.

"You..." Li Jinggao's face froze, and he was angry and embarrassed. Just as he was about to take action, Uncle Fu stood in front of him with an expressionless face.

"What, you want to fight?" Wang Yunsheng said coldly, with a playful look in his eyes.

"I dare not..." Li Jinggao lowered his head quickly, with a trace of resentment in his eyes.

Wang Yunsheng no longer paid attention to the other party, took out a piece of black cloth from his body, and then took out an old, tattered brush with several scratches on the pen holder, almost breaking the brush.

"You, come here." Wang Yunsheng glanced at Li Jinggao.

"Boy, you are bullying me too much!"

Li Jinggao was furious. When had he ever been humiliated like this? His back teeth were almost broken, but he dared not resist at all and walked forward honestly.

"Put out your hand."

Li Jinggao was so angry that he wanted to fight, but a cold look stared at him.

Wang Yunsheng put the old brush in Li Jinggao's palm.

Then something horrifying happened.

I saw that the old brush was actually sucking Li Jinggao's blood.

Li Jinggao subconsciously wanted to retract his palm, but the next moment

"If you move again, you'll die!" Wang Yunsheng frowned and said coldly.

Li Jinggao suppressed his fear and let the old brush suck his blood.

As more and more blood was sucked, the old brush underwent a strange change.

Old, tattered, the scratches were slowly disappearing, and a brand new brush was replacing it.

Wang Yunsheng picked up the brush and began to write some symbols on the black cloth.

Li Jinggao quickly retracted his palm and found that the whole palm was not hurt except that it turned pale.

As Wang Yunsheng wrote, the brush began to gradually become old.

Soon, the whole brush returned to its original state again.

"Next." Wang Yunsheng spoke slowly.

The others looked at each other. This weird scene made them dare not step forward.

"You go over." Uncle Fu pointed at Lao Ding.

"Brother Yuan..." Lao Ding looked at Shen Yuan, but the latter ignored him.

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Except Shen Yuan, everyone else was sucked by the old brush.

Huh...

Wang Yunsheng stood up and looked at the strange pattern on the black cloth with a smile; "Finally done."

Everyone looked at the pattern drawn on it, which was completely like a child's graffiti, messy and without any rules.

Wang Yunsheng stood on the black cloth and cut his wrist. The blood did not gush out all at once, but dripped down.

As the blood fell, the pattern in everyone's eyes underwent some strange changes. The originally irregular lines actually began to twist slowly.

Soon, all the lines gathered together to form an extremely pale broken hand.

"Is this Wang Yunsheng's method? It's really weird." A trace of vigilance flashed in Shen Yuan's eyes.

Wang Yunsheng retracted his palm, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Master, are you okay?" Uncle Fu held the other party with a look of anxiety on his face.

"It's okay." Wang Yunsheng's lips were pale and bloodless, and he was breathing hard, and his throat was hoarse, but his eyes were unusually bright.

Everyone looked at Wang Yunsheng, and a strange look appeared on their faces. He had only dripped a dozen drops of blood, which was not as much as their "contribution". How could he be so weak like a sickly person?

"You, stand on top." Wang Yunsheng adjusted his state and pointed at Li Jinggao.

Li Jinggao looked at it intently, and felt that the broken hand in the center of the black cloth seemed to come alive and tear him to pieces. No matter how unclear he was about the situation, he was aware of the crisis in front of him.

He said fiercely; "You want me to die, at worst we will die together."

"If you stand up, you still have a 50% chance of survival, but if you resist, you will die now." Wang Yunsheng's face was calm and his tone was calm.

But the calmer he was, the more frightened Li Jinggao was, and his face was hesitant; "Are you serious?"

While speaking, he focused his attention on Uncle Fu.

Although Wang Yunsheng's methods looked weird, he believed that the opponent's strength must not be his opponent. It was mainly the old man next to him who was the real danger.

"Of course." Wang Yunsheng nodded.

"Okay." Li Jinggao gritted his teeth and said.

He had no room for rebuttal. Even if he escaped, he would die sooner or later in this weird place. Only by following these two people who suddenly appeared could he have a chance to survive.

Li Jinggao trembled to the center of the black cloth and stood on the palm of the broken hand.

As soon as he stood on it, Li Jinggao felt an indescribable sense of depression, and the temperature around him seemed to drop, and the cold breath was accompanied by the stench of corruption.

However, there was no accident, which made Li Jinggao feel relieved, but Wang Yunsheng's next move made him feel anxious again.

"Let's retreat." Wang Yunsheng waved his hand and slowly retreated.

He did not stop until Li Jinggao left the range of the bloody smoke.

Li Jinggao saw that the other party was only a short distance away, and his heart was relieved again.