Look, there is magic

The group of tomb robbers I met last night didn't have any real guys. It seems that these two groups of tomb robbers are not of the same class.

"Borrowing a place," Shen Xuan said, "I'm not traveling with you."

"What happened to the guy behind you?" asked the young man just now.

His eyes looked at Yu Weijun.

Shen Xuan noticed that this group of people also suffered a lot of injuries, either on their arms or legs, and there were also a few people with a bunch of bandages wrapped around them.

"I met that thing." Shen Xuan didn't know what Yu Weijun encountered, but he just said it casually, and by the way, he could see how this young man reacted to the three words that thing.

As soon as Shen Xuan's words were spoken, the young man's face changed a little. He was fine, not a lot, but the faces of many people around him became tense.

"Have you encountered that thing too?" The young man frowned, "Are there only three of you or are there only three of you left?"

"I got separated." Shen Xuan said.

"Those Yin soldiers are difficult to deal with," the young man said, "We lost a lot of people last night. By the way, what are you here for?"

The turning point of this question is good enough, first pull some empathetic things, and then suddenly ask you the question he wants to know.

But... Yin soldiers?Shen Xuan was a little puzzled, these people encountered Yin soldiers, how did they encounter disasters?It's obviously the same time.

"Come on a trip," Shen Xuan motioned Ao Qing not to speak, "I came here suddenly, we organized an adventure here with others, who knew we would encounter this. Let's borrow a place for our companions to heal their wounds."

"How to heal?" When Shen Xuan thought it was about the same, an old man with a very withered body came out from inside.

magic repair?Shen Xuan recognized it at a glance, and he didn't deliberately hide his devilish energy.

"Apply the medicine." Shen Xuan said.

This old man should be only a half-hearted magician, but even if he is only a half-hearted man, he may be aware of the fluctuation of magic power that he will use to heal Yu Weijun later.

Gee.

The old man looked at Shen Xuan and the others suspiciously, and after a few seconds he walked back and closed his eyes.

"Is he also one of yours?" Shen Xuan looked away and asked the young man.

"Well, the person invited," the young man smiled, "there is still a place over there, where can you go."

Shen Xuan nodded, and walked towards the place pointed by the young man.

Ao Qing followed Yu Weijun on his shoulders.

The young man walked up to the old man who was resting with his eyes closed, and whispered, "Master, do they have a problem?"

This master was invited by them at a high price, in order to get the treasure in the legendary ghost sand king's tomb. If this trip is successful, the wealth he will get is probably unimaginable.

Maybe he can find some invaluable things, and those things are what he needs.

"That person's blood is a bit strange," the old man said with his eyes closed. "Pay attention to them later. That person's blood can help us lure those Yin soldiers away."

The blood of high demons does attract those low-level yin soldiers.

Shen Xuan asked Ao Qing to put Yu Weijun down, while he was also paying attention to the voice over there.

The old man actually noticed that Yu Weijun's blood was very special, so he should understand a lot.

"...Shen Xuan." Yu Weijun suddenly said.

"Huh?" Shen Xuan turned his attention back, "Where do you feel uncomfortable now? I'll help you treat it first."

"Foot," Yu Weijun said without much nonsense, "...there is a lot of danger here."

Shen Xuan pulled up Yu Weijun's trousers and asked, "Where is the danger? Why didn't I see it?"

Indeed, Shen Xuan didn't see any danger that could make Yu Weijun so embarrassed.

"I don't know the details..." Yu Weijun frowned, "That thing is very fast, and it feels like a demon."

"What does it look like?" Shen Xuan took off the backpack behind him, reached in, and took out a box of ointment from the red rope space to cover up.

He took this thing from his eldest grandson Wanyue, and it has a very obvious effect on the trauma of the magic skin, and it can also detoxify.

It's just a bit more expensive, Shen Xuan felt a little pained.

Shen Xuan opened the box, dug out some ointment from it, and applied it on Yu Weijun's legs.

There is a wound here that is boneless, and the wound is black, obviously invaded by the evil energy of the thing that attacked him.

"It looks..." Yu Weijun thought for a while, "It's a bit like Jiufeng, but it doesn't feel like it's really alive...nor, it should be said that it's not the real person, it's just an avatar."

"It's impossible for Jiufeng to appear here..." Shen Xuan couldn't believe it.

Jiufeng is a high-level demon among the high-level demons, and its race level can even be compared with that of Yafeng Demon, and Jiufeng is a legendary race, because this race is now extinct.

High-ranking demons have a strong sense of territory, how can they allow others to snore and sleep on the side of the couch?

Neither Jiufeng nor General Chu Yan could tolerate the other party sleeping around him.

"Well, that's why I didn't say it to death," Yu Weijun said, "It might just be a copy."

Hearing this, Shen Xuan thought quietly, moved his hand mechanically, and helped Yu Weijun apply the medicine.

The wound hurt even when he looked at it. No matter how gentle the ointment is, it will make people feel painful when applied on the wound. Yu Weijun has no expression of feeling pain at all!

"They seem to be leaving." Ao Qing said, looking at the group of ordinary people who came to rob the tomb.

Shen Xuan looked up and saw those people were packing their things.

Taking out his mobile phone, Shen Xuan was a little disappointed when he saw that it showed that he was not in the service area.

"Boy, his injury is too serious, it won't heal for a while, why not follow us, and I'll treat him?" The half-assed Moxiu old man came over and said.

"No," Shen Xuan said, "We can solve it ourselves."

"Little brother, I'm sorry, this is not an invitation, but a must." The leading young man walked over with a smile on his face, but he held a gun in his hand, and the gun was pointed at Shen Xuan.

Ao Qing narrowed her eyes and raised her hand.

Shen Xuan stood up and pressed Ao Qing's hand, and also smiled back, saying: "It's really a coincidence, we don't have time."

"Are you sure?" The young man shook the gun in his hand, "I don't have eyes on the muzzle of my gun."

"Master Tong," a tall middle-aged man walked over and looked at the three of Shen Xuan viciously, "Are you going to eat the toast?"

"Tian Liu, speak slowly, these people are not people who come and go in the wind and rain all day like us, and treat children with a gentle attitude."

Although the young man said so, he didn't put down the gun in his hand at all.

Shen Xuan spread his hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "Little friend? Little friend, will this happen..."

Before Shen Xuan finished speaking, he instantly moved to the young man who was not a few steps away from him, knocked out the gun in the young man's hand with one hand, and held it in his own hand.

At the same time, the other free hand wanted to pinch the young man's neck, but the young man dodged it.

But it doesn't matter, Shen Xuan raised his hand, holding the gun in his hand, aiming the muzzle at the young man's heart.

Shen Xuan smiled at the young man, and the people brought by the young man immediately surrounded him, raised the thing in his hand, and prepared to fight if there was any disagreement.

Ao Qing walked to Yu Weijun's side to prevent someone from taking Yu Weijun as a hostage.

However, it should be impossible for ordinary people to take Yu Weijun as a hostage. No matter how seriously injured, Yu Weijun is still a powerful high-level demon.

The young man himself was not as nervous as the people around him. He looked at Shen Xuan, but he didn't expect that there would be a day when he was wrong.

"With your skill, you still say you are not an accomplice?" The young man looked at Shen Xuan more carefully this time, "I should have thought that the people who can come here cannot be simple guys, ordinary people died long ago last night."

That's not necessarily the case, Shen Xuan slandered, the ordinary people in that team of archaeologists lived through last night in peace.

"Put down the gun, do you have something to say?" The young man smiled and raised his hands, approaching Shen Xuan.

He was betting that the young man would not dare to shoot himself.

Shen Xuan noticed that the muscles on the young man's body were beginning to bulge, did he want to turn the situation around?

Ao Qing noticed that there were a few people behind him who had a tendency to attack, and felt disdainful.

Sensing that the young man didn't think highly of him, Shen Xuan narrowed his eyes and fired a shot at the floor at the young man's feet.

The young man's smile froze.

"I've always been impatient," Shen Xuan said, "Let your people go out immediately, and in the end you go out yourself."

Yu Weijun's injury needs to be treated as soon as possible, and Shen Xuan has no time to delay the treatment time here by talking nonsense with them.

"You guys have to think about it," the old man slowly approached Shen Xuan, "momentary prestige will kill you."

Shen Xuan shrugged, Ao Qing took out an iron fan from Shen Xuan's backpack and threw it towards Shen Xuan.

His action made the people around him think that he was going to attack his companions, but unexpectedly the young man had eyes behind his back, stretched his left hand back, and caught the iron fan.

"Fan? Hahaha..."

"Sure enough, he's a brat, and he still uses women's things."

"Tsk tsk, little brat."

"You haven't grown up yet, go back and play house with girls hahaha..."

Although the people around were startled by Shen Xuan's hand, they soon began to laugh.

Shen Xuan narrowed his eyes, and quickly threw the iron fan at the old man.

The speed was very fast, the old man's eyes widened suddenly, he took out something to block the iron fan, and the iron fan bounced back into Shen Xuan's hand.

The old man glanced at the thing in his hand, it was damaged.

"Who gave you your fan?" the old man asked solemnly.

"I took it at home." Shen Xuan threw the iron fan with his left hand, and shook the gun with his right hand, "Old man, the stuff you have there is too childish for me, pack up your things and get out, or you know, Those of us are more straightforward than those next to you."

"Master?" Although he didn't understand their conversation, he saw a troublesome expression on the master's face.

Unexpectedly, it hit an iron plate.

"Ghost Sand City is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," the old man said, "Is that your goal too?"

The ghost knows which one the old man is talking about. Shen Xuan and his group each have their own goals. He wants to find Shen Luda, so as to get the reward of the Deep Sea Dragon Ball. Wenren Qiqian is looking for the Sansheng Stone, He Jiuying and Minghe... don't know why they are here.

Kunpeng, the demons in the north, their purpose is unknown.

"There's no need to know," Shen Xuan said after a pause, "you can go away."

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Today's last game, I haven't coded for more than ten days... I must code tomorrow, or I will lose my full attendance this month...