Mysterious master reborn

Chapter 63: The Sadness of the South

Without the interference of You Jing, Li Yan and Qin Mubai's remaining journey was very smooth, and they quickly met Chu Peng and employee A who had just escaped from the White Horse Mansion.

After asking about the basic situation inside in detail, he drove directly into the White Horse Mansion.

It is precisely because of some video and photo materials taken by Chu Peng and the others in advance that Li Yan has a clear grasp of the total number and distribution of the black snakes in Qian Dingdan's house in the White Horse Mansion, and soon took Qin Mubo from the Slipped in through the side door on the west side, subdued the guards all the way, and arrived at Qian Dingdan's inner room in less than 10 minutes.

I saw that the lying area here is not big, but there are quite a lot of people standing inside.

In addition to Qian Dingdan, whose hands and feet are bound in the innermost part, there is another one with a horizontal eyebrow on his forehead, and the horizontal eyebrows are connected to each other, they are completely together, standing at the front with the other one, He is very tall and is nicknamed Brother Nan by adults.

Called the man of the South.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to come all the way so fast," the tall and tall Brother Nan opened his mouth first, "But no matter who you are, you don't want to get out of here alive today?"

"Really?!" Li Yan shook his head and said very relaxedly: "I hope you won't be like those people outside, who are only strong on the outside but dry on the inside."

"Hehe~ as you wish." Brother Nan hummed softly.

After finishing speaking, Nanfang pulled out a soft sword from his waist, which looked as thin as a cicada's wing but cut iron like mud, because just one sword cut through the air, with a strong buzzing sound that pierced people's ears tightly.

"The move is good!" Li Yan couldn't help boasting: "It can be seen that he has worked hard."

"It will be better later!" Nanfang murmured complacently.

Li Yan said: "Then I will wait and see."

"Master~ Be careful." Qian Dingdan on the side couldn't help reminding.

The person who gave him the nickname Brother Nan, his full name is Nanfang, but this Nanfang is not his real name, but another nickname.

It can be said that his identity in the Black Snake is quite mysterious. As for his real name, it is estimated that no one in the Black Snake knows his real name except Zhao Xingyuan. Even his current "South" is given to him by Zhao Xingyuan. Because he likes to face the south with his eyes shining when he has nothing to do, even Qian Dingdan, the second brother of the black snake, knows little about him. He only knows that he is from the Kuiba tribe by chance. , but Qian Dingdan is very, very clear about his strength.

That's why I couldn't help reminding Master.

After hearing Qian Dingdan's reminder, Li Yan's already serious expression became more focused.

Nanfang didn't pay too much attention to the change of Li Yan's expression, but focused on the soft sword in his hand and muttered:

"Wu earth enshrines the gods, and it can be left and right; Geng Jin takes the essence, and finally solidifies the general phenomenon...Wu soil seals the gods, and it can control; Geng gold takes the essence, and finally solidifies the general appearance...Wu soil enshrines the gods, it can be left and right; Gengjin extracts the essence, and finally solidifies the panorama"

With the continuous acceleration of the frequency of thoughts in the south, this bedroom, which was originally only the size of a small room, has undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant:

All of a sudden, it was reduced to a vast and boundless land of nothingness.

"It's a good move, the battle turns and the stars move, and the universe inside the belly." Li Yan looked at him in amazement as he watched the south fall.

Nanfang didn't expect that the person in front of him could recognize this move at a glance, and there was a feeling of sympathy in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to recognize it at a glance, but it's a pity that you were not lucky enough to meet me. But Don't worry, I won't let you die in pain, because I cherish capable people."

Li Yan smiled slightly, didn't talk nonsense, and directly raised her hand to gather Qi.

Immediately, a black whirlwind blew up on the spot, and directly condensed into an eight-foot long stick in Li Yan's palm.

"Seven feet is a gun, eight feet is a stick. Pay attention!" Nanfang looked at the weapon in Li Yan's hand and said, "Then I will go forward and ask for advice."

After finishing speaking, the Nanfang soft sword entangled his body and activated the soul curse, and the sword was attached to the fierce soul and then rushed towards Li Yan. Li Yan immediately held his stick horizontally, forming a defensive posture.

Nanfang seemed to have expected that Li Yan would raise his hands to defend, so this time he did not use all his strength, but just a slight temptation.

But the moment the soft sword touched the black stick, there was still that piercing metal friction sound:

"呵啦~"

The two took a few steps back at the same time, looking at each other.

"As expected of a thousand-year-old wizard, I only heard about it from the leader before, but I didn't expect that your strength is really so great." Nanfang stroked the soft sword while staring at Li Yan.

Li Yan looked down at the place where the black stick in his hand touched the soft sword just now, and black smoke was hissing out.

"Don't look at it, your aura won't work in my universe." With a flick of Nanfang's big hand, the soft sword immediately trembled, like a snake, a silver-edged soft snake, twisting from the ground Going forward, facing one of Li Yan's wrists, he swooped over.

Li Yan swung the black stick over vigorously, but this time there was no metal friction sound like last time, instead there was only a very soft "pia"

The soft sword seemed to lose its metallic properties all of a sudden, like a puddle of mud, stuck to Li Yan's air stick.

Then it wrapped itself around Li Yan's arm at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye. In an instant, the blood was blurred. The black stick was like a catheter, allowing the dark red blood to flow out along the black stick, soaking Li Yan in a short while. Yan Fangyuan several meters range.

"Li Yan~" Qin Mubai stood behind Li Yan, his heart was about to be pulled together.

Qian Dingdan on the other side also gritted his teeth, and the veins on his neck burst out: "Master~"

But Li Yan, the one in charge, seemed to strangle his own arm just now, with a blank face and no care, dragging his arm that had already been splattered with bones, and walked towards the south: "Is this the end?" ?”

It stands to reason that at this moment Nanfang has severely injured Li Yan who came to the rescue, and his soft sword is also bound to his arm at this moment, and if he climbs up a few inches, he can completely understand him At this time, Nanfang should have a happy or happy expression on his face, but the strange thing is that Nanfang's face turned pale, his forehead was sweating, and even the hands that held the curse began to become suspicious. Stepping back step by step, not daring to move rashly: "You...how did you find out."

Li Yan shook his blood-stained sleeve up and down a few times in the air. His arm, which had been covered in blood and flesh, unexpectedly regenerated inexplicably. Except for the broken fabric, everything else was intact, as if nothing had happened. Same thing happened.

"From the time I entered the White Horse Mansion, I have already discovered it." Li Yan held the smooth black stick in his hand and stomped it towards the ground vigorously: "Dinghuo burns gold, Jiamu Chongyang! Break!!!"

Then I heard a "boom", and the vast and boundless land of nothingness that had been turned into a vast and boundless land due to the spell of the south has returned to its original appearance, the size of a small room.

Nanfang sat slumped on the ground, staring at Li Yan in bewilderment: "You...how on earth did you... see through my illusion?"

Li Yan dissipated the gas in his hand: "From the moment I saw You Jing, I knew that some of you are good at creating illusions, and I also used my life to see that these You Jing's five elements belong to earth, and then..."

"Then it's because the universe and the five elements in my abdomen also belong to the earth?" Before Li Yan finished speaking, Nanfang said very unconvinced: "Then you are betting a bit too much, the earth is in the metaphysics There are too many tricks, you actually dare to bet on illusion directly, it seems that you can beat me today is all your luck."

Li Yan smiled slightly: "Of course not."

"What's that?" South asked.

"That's because your illusion technique is too rough and has too many flaws." Li Yan looked down at the south with penetrating eyes.

"What?" Nanfang Wangwang's eyes were bloodshot, and the familiar words made him instinctively a little irritable.

I think back then I was regarded as the chief wizard of the Nanzhao Kaiba clan. Whether he was fighting against the enemy or competing with his peers, his strength was obvious to all. Hope for no one to come.

until one day……

Suddenly, a group of people came here to take refuge and settle down.

You must know that the hinterland of Nanzhao is originally located in a remote place, coupled with the natural dense forests and snow-capped mountains, forming an insurmountable moat.

For hundreds of years, few outsiders have settled in, so everyone pays more attention to this group of people, and their vigilance becomes more serious.

Then one day, the south suddenly found that more and more people who knew metaphysics appeared around their ethnic group inexplicably. people.

You must know that the use of witchcraft in Nanzhao is strictly prohibited, because except for the wizards of the same clan, other people are not allowed to learn it, let alone use it.

The south slowly began to suspect this group of Central Plains people who came here not long ago to seek refuge and settle down.

But just when Nanfang was about to take the wizards of the clan to seek balance in theory, at this time, a man named Zhao Xingyuan among the group of people suddenly came up first with a few disciples.

Finally, through some confrontation and negotiation.

Nanfang experienced the first failure in his life. You must know that it was the first failure that Nanfang had experienced since he was exposed to witchcraft at the age of three, and the moment he failed and fell to the ground, Zhao Xingyuan said to himself:

"Your illusion is too rough and has too many flaws."

And in front of his own face, he turned the inner universe that he was proud of into the world, strengthened, strengthened and strengthened to demonstrate.

The south, which was already strong, could not have suffered such a blow, so it left the tribe and joined Zhao Xingyuan's black snake, hoping to wash away its shame through its own study.

But didn't expect...

Unexpectedly, today, after thousands of years of practice and improvement, his illusion is still so vulnerable.

And it made the man in front of him say that again:

"Your illusion is too rough and has too many flaws."

Nanfang immediately burst into tears: "Where is my illusion so rough, where is there a flaw..."