Wei Yangmou

There was a fierce fight outside. It was the scene between Yan Laosan and Wei Zifu, who had never seen an alchemist fight with real swords and guns. It didn't count, so I was a little surprised to hear it on the first day of the lunar new year.

But the sound disappeared quickly, but there was no sound of footsteps. After about a cup of tea, there was the sound of rustling insects crawling on the ground.

I had a bad premonition in my heart. The three members of the Yan family didn't seem as useful as they appeared.

It was indeed Yan Zhonghe who came in. His body could not be seen clearly, as if covered by a layer of black mist, it was easy to remind people of the black shadow that attacked them on Qizi Mountain.

"The body of Tiangang?!"

Yan Zhonghe took a look, his eyes were very shocked, and suddenly he laughed again: "Well, good boy, you gave me such a big gift even after you died."

To be looked at by a stranger with salivating eyes, even for an ordinary person, is a very humiliating thing. He touched his still comatose cheek, slowly calmed down the anger rising in his heart, and reluctantly divided the five horses in his mind, Putting aside torture such as Ling Chi's execution, he carefully thought about how to deal with this guy in front of him.

Yan Zhonghe seemed to be completely out of the category of human beings. Although he couldn't see what his body looked like through the black mist, he couldn't see his legs just because Yan Zhonghe was walking, but he had no legs.

Brother Yan Jiu stumbled after him, covered in blood, and the sword in his hand was no longer his original one. Looking at the pink emerald inlaid on the hilt, it should be Yan Qingxiao's sword.

When he saw it, he yelled, "Run away..."

Although he had good intentions, he still couldn't feel much admiration or gratitude in his heart. The more dangerous the situation, the more calm he should be. In this case, running away is the most stupid way.

Although this is the case, Yan Jiuge's words still angered Yan Zhonghe, he turned his head to look at him, and smiled sullenly: "Jiudi, you still have the courage to chase after me... How good it is to let Dalong eat it, and suffer a lot less Painful, when my elder brother takes care of you like this, why don’t you know what’s good and what’s wrong?”

What he said instantly made Liu Rong think of him, and he gave a "tsk" in his heart.

Brother Yan Jiu was furious: "You beast! The debt of evil for the common people will be repaid on your head sooner or later."

It was the first time I heard alchemists say such things, in the name of the common people, I felt a little strange, and vaguely felt that I was still biased against the alchemists, maybe these people were not so incurable.

Yan Zhonghe waved his hand, and he didn't seem to want to talk to him. Following his movement, densely packed, colorful bugs crawled into the ground under his feet. After a while, the ground trembled again, and a tall, skinny, black corpse crawled out of the ground. Come out, and rush towards Brother Yan Jiu with a jump.

The pupil shrank slightly, could it be this thing?

Without waiting for him to watch the play for a while, Yan Zhonghe's attention shifted to him again, and he looked at him with burning eyes: "If you can train the body of Tiangang into a worm den... Who am I afraid of? The Yan family, the Yan family is a fart!"

Wormhole?

Glancing at the tall, dark figure, he saw bugs, big and small, coming in and out of the skin.

He lifted the stone bed next to him and threw it over.

Yan Zhonghe hid very easily, and was still smiling. He didn't look angry at all, but in a good mood, as if seeing his very strong and powerful cricket owner, his smile was not concealed at all, and he was sincere.

He also laughed, and Yan Zhonghe was slightly taken aback. At this moment, there was a sound of a heavy object falling behind him. He turned his head and saw the black guy he recruited was firmly pressed down by the stone bed. , could see the struggle and twist of his limbs, but the inconspicuous stone slab did not move at all.

Brother Yan Jiu glanced at him, flew up, pierced the black guy's head with a sword, then drew it out, and slashed heavily on the neck.

The black head rolled to Yan Zhonghe's feet, he couldn't recover, as if he didn't expect the black guy he was hiding to be decapitated so easily.

The worms that had lost their nests slowly crawled out, swaying around, and covered the floor of the stone room in a short time.

He glanced at Han Yan worriedly, but found that these things seemed to avoid the stone bed he was lying on in fear, leaving a clear boundary.

My heart relaxed a little. Brother Yan Jiu, who had freed his hand over there, had fought Yan Zhonghe again, and he could see the pale yellow light caught in Brother Yan Jiu's sword energy.

Although it was much different from the last time Bailiming saw him dancing sword, but I have to say that he was also a little surprised.

If all the alchemists who walk in the world are capable alchemists, no wonder they have such a status. After all, the more miraculous something is, the more awe-inspiring it is.

Brother Yan Jiu had already lost once, and this time he didn't hold out for too long. Yan Zhonghe slapped Liu Che's feet.

Looking down at him, this man's face, which he could still see just now, has turned into a pitch-black patch, probably bitten by insects.

Brother Yan Jiu got up, and it looked like he still wanted to scold Yan Zhonghe, but unfortunately he had no strength, and fell down after standing for a few breaths.

Yan Zhonghe ignored him, and turned to look at him: "Come here, let me see your ability, the body of Tiangang... Even if you are paralyzed since childhood, you should be better than him."

Brother Yan Jiu was startled, and looked at him in surprise, as if he hadn't expected that he had such an identity at all.

But then his face changed completely, and he tried to stand up while leaning on the sword, but he didn't succeed.

"You can't let him catch it, or it's over."

Brother Yan Jiu stared at him. It seemed that he really wanted to pounce on him and destroy his body, but he didn't care about what he said.

If a body without thinking could be called "finished", he should be invincible by now.

"What's up with him?"

Pointing to ask Yan Zhonghe, he felt that this was a good opportunity, at least at this time, if he asked, Yan Zhonghe would not refuse to answer.

Sure enough, Yan Zhonghe chuckled twice: "Teach him a little lesson. After all, he also killed my son, but it won't be fatal. I can promise you that if you cooperate with me to make a bug lair, I will let him go."

Looking at Yan Zhonghe miraculously, at such a great age, he can still say such innocent words.

Yan Zhonghe saw the meaning in his expression, his face darkened, he opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly became irritable, and started to attack regardless.

Brother Yan Jiu yelled, "He's bewitched!"

A mad alchemist is more difficult to deal with than a sober one. He is inexperienced, but just looking at Brother Yan Jiu's serious expression, he knows that this test is not easy.

"What about the weakness?"

He didn't know much about alchemists in the worm way, so he could only ask Brother Yan Jiu when he had a problem, but Brother Yan Jiu didn't know about it either, so he shook his head blankly: "The elders in the family didn't mention it."

Mo Ran, Yan Zhonghe had already rushed over, wondering if he really resented the Yan family so much that he actually stared at Brother Yan Jiu to death, turning a blind eye to the tall and stalwart.

It's not intentional to hide away, it's just that although his skill has never been compared head-on, it can be estimated that it is worse than Yan Jiuge.

What's more, he was very suspicious of Brother Yan Jiu's fighting style that he could never get close to Yan Zhonghe. Although he had a sword in his hand, he didn't intend to follow suit.

Brother Yan Jiu had a hard time coping, but he still took the time to wink, as if he wanted to tell him to leave quickly.

With a sigh, the cave is full of bugs, what does Brother Yan Jiu think, he thinks he can get away...

But in the end, it was good intentions, so he nodded his head to show that he heard it. Seeing that he was still standing still, brother Yan Jiu almost vomited blood with anger, but he didn't pay attention to what to do.

Worried about being affected, he put him in the corner again, but just as he stood up straight, a huge worm rushed out from the ground, Yan Zhonghe's voice had completely changed, it was sharp and piercing.

He shouted: "Dalong, eat him!"

Brother Yan Jiu was pinched from front to back and flew to his feet again.

After helping him, the worms all over Yan Jiu's body quickly receded from him as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

Brother Yan Jiu was stunned at first, then his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to grab the hand that had been hammering the stone wall, and it was already full of tiny wounds. If he didn't pay attention, his hand was already covered in blood.

"Your blood..."

Brother Yan Jiu thoughtfully glanced at the headless body of the black guy who was still under the stone slab. Although his body was covered in blood, he was surprisingly in good spirits at this moment.

"Your blood conquers him!"

Brother Yan Jiu patted himself with the injured hand, and before he could turn around, he was kicked out by the tail of the insect called the big dragon, and stuck tightly to the stone wall.

Probably his waist was broken, Brother Yan Jiu couldn't stand up after trying several times, remembering the sword technique he practiced in the bamboo forest last time, he held the hilt of the sword and made a posture.

Yan Zhonghe looked at him, but his target was still aimed at Brother Yan Jiu. He looked at Brother Yan Jiu again, then lifted him up and threw him beside him, while he stood in front of the two of them.

As expected, Yan Zhonghe fixed his eyes on him, and the black mist dissipated from his body, revealing his shriveled lower limbs, which were still two legs, but they couldn't be seen as legs at all, more like two sticks with thin bones , scorched black with lifeless air.

His lips moved, as if he was chanting some spell. The huge worm opened its mouth and spit out a corpse from its throat. tongue words.

The man walked towards him, his movements were very flexible, he obviously didn't make a move along the way, but he still dodged from left to right.

Just as he was about to poke the tongue out of his stomach, a beast roar suddenly came from outside. The voice was thick and loud, and it sounded very strong and powerful.

Yan Zhonghe and the worm shook together, and the worm called the big dragon even burrowed its head into the ground.

However, before it really got in, a white shadow rushed in from the cracked stone wall outside, and that shadow bit off the big dragon's head in one bite. Unfortunately, the big dragon didn't die, and got into the ground firmly.

However, Yan Zhonghe spat out a mouthful of blood, probably because of being backlashed, and collapsed on the ground without moving.

Only then did I see what was rushing in, a fat guy with thick hair, his face was heroic and domineering, but the wings on his back were very small, making it look a bit bloated.

The fat guy circled around Liu Che, showing no malice towards the thing, just looked at it indifferently, but the other party stuck out his tongue and carefully licked his injured hand, as if to please him.