The director is a god... stick!

A few imperceptible rays of light, centered on the place he stepped on, are quietly extending to the surroundings.

Xuan Yi's eyes moved, and he was keenly aware of the existence of these thin lines, but they didn't show them for the time being.

At this time, the two sides are already at the point of daggers drawn, so there is no nonsense to each other.

As soon as Xuan Yi landed on the ground, Wu Yong's eyes sharpened, and he shook his hands and threw out a few villains cut out of yellow paper.

These little people fluttered and landed on the ground, rising against the wind, and instantly became about half the height of a person. The eye sockets were cut out by scissors, and the hollow mouth was split open, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. tooth.

As soon as these light and fluffy paper figurines touched the ground, they bent down, flattened their limbs on the ground, and rushed towards Xuan Yi, opening their sinister teeth to bite him.

Although these little paper figurines seem to be menacing, their strength is really too weak.

Xuan Yi didn't even look at it, he swung the purple gold ax in his hand, and the cold light of the ax blade slashed in the air a few times, a few strands of cold light flashed, and immediately split the paper figurines into several pieces out of thin air.

The torn pieces of paper dangled and fell to the ground, and there was no further movement.

But who knows, these paper figurines are only used as props to hide people's eyes and ears.

While Xuan Yi swiped down the few pieces of paper, Wu Yong took advantage of his distraction, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and it seemed that even his hunched back straightened a little.

He slammed the green snake-wrapped vine-wrapped purple wood cane in his hand on the ground, raised his brows and eyes, and said sharply:

"This oil is not extraordinary oil. Immortal Master Luban gave me the oil to burn evil masters and evil methods. The disciple wears a red fire hat, wears golden fire clothes, and wears fire cloud shoes. It can burn the evil masters of the east and the evil masters of the west. The ghosts and demons in the north, the evil spirits in the center, the pregnant women, and all ghosts and monsters are turned into dust. I sincerely ask the six stars of the Southern Dipper and the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper, and I will give you an urgent order from the Supreme Lord."

As he uttered the spell in his mouth, the green snake wrapped around the crutch in his hand and the stone-carved eyeballs moved, as if they had come to life, entwined around the body of the purple wooden stick and climbed up.

The mouth that was also carved from stone opened stiffly, the scarlet snake letter flashed past, and a scorching flame burst out from its mouth.

I saw the red flames churning, and the thin flames automatically rushed towards Xuan Yi's direction. At this time, Wu Yong straightened his chest and took a deep breath, and then suddenly exhaled the breath in his chest towards the flames.

As soon as this breath came out, it immediately turned into a gust of wind, rushing towards the burning fire that was gradually igniting.

Taking advantage of the wind, the fire, which was originally a little weak, suddenly rose to more than ten feet. The overwhelming fire had surrounded Xuan Yi, and the fierce flames gradually approached his side, and he could feel a burst of almost suffocating fire immediately. burning sensation.

Looking at this posture, Wu Yong actually wanted to burn his opponent to death.

Seeing this, Xuan Yi finally had a slightly surprised expression on his face.

It wasn't because of the dangerous situation that he was surrounded by raging fire at this time, but because he didn't expect that Wu Yong actually had some tricks.

He had seen other people recite this "Five Thunder Oil Pond Fire Charm" before, but the power was not comparable to what it is now.

It seems that the reason why the magician in front of him has been able to stir up trouble for so long, but still be able to escape from the arrest of the Taoist Association, is not just relying on his daily life.

Presumably, he still has some real skills in his hands that are different from ordinary people.

Xuan Yi finally restrained his underestimation of the enemy, felt the scorching flames that were close at hand, his eyes froze immediately, and he reached out to fetch the magic weapon that he specially brought this time.

A yin and yang bronze mirror with a simple style and natural carvings, engraved with yin and yang gossip.

Probably because it has been used for a long time, so the bronze mirror surface is slightly scratched and scratched, it is very unclear, and only a rough blurred figure can be seen.

But Xuan Yi took it out at this time, not to look in the mirror.

He threw the yin-yang bronze mirror up into the air, and saw that the bronze mirror was stuck in mid-air like this, with the Yin-Yang gossip engraved on it facing the raging flames surrounding his eyes.

The quaint bronze mirror body was illuminated with warm light by the light of the fire. Xuan Yi pinched his sword fingers and pointed at the mirror standing out of thin air. With his lips and teeth parted, he softly recited the "Exorcism Curse":

"Edict Yang Yang, the sun rises in the east, and I bestow a magic talisman, sweeping away ominous omens."

"Spitting out the fire of the mountain range, the light captured by the Fufei Gate, mentioning monsters all over the world, breaking the plague and eating King Kong every year."

"Subdue the dead demons and turn them into auspiciousness. The auspiciousness of the Taishang Laojun is like a law!"

As he uttered the spell word by word, the ancient bronze mirror hanging in mid-air trembled slightly, and then the mirror surface began to rise in mist, actually sucking the flame closest to him into the mirror out of thin air.

With the continuous tremor of the mirror body, those menacing hot flames were all absorbed into the mirror in an instant.

However, the originally blurred mirror surface became clearer and clearer with the influx of flames.

But in an instant, all the flames on the ground had been captured into the mirror, and the scorching red flames were clinging to the clear mirror surface, surging continuously, burning until the whole copper mirror was slightly reddened, scorching. Burning hands.

Wu Yong's complexion changed immediately when he saw that the spell he used was easily broken.

But he didn't dare to hesitate at all, he didn't stop, and chanted the second spell directly, for fear that Xuan Yi would come to clean him up if he made a move.

He looked up at the scorching bronze mirror in mid-air, a trace of hostility flashed across his eyes, and he aimed at the ancient mirror, and said:

"I cast a spell on the divine water today,"

"Travel the lotus seat with a carp for ten miles."

"Start and hold the ten thousand signs in the palm of your hand and turn,"

"The hanging river in Yinchuan is three thousand feet."

"Occasionally ascend the dragon's head to the treasure view,"

"Three talismans descend to the South Heaven Gate."

Hearing the words in his mouth, Xuan Yi raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised for a while.

Not for anything else, but the incantation Wu Yong was chanting at this time was not the usual evil spells, but a very serious spell called "Water Purification Curse".

The water purification mantra is a part of the offering ceremony in Buddhism.

For all the clean water that is enshrined in front of the statue, you must chant the water purification mantra before placing it in your mouth to show your purity and respect for the statue.

Every time you place clean water, you must raise the water over your head, recite the mantra three times, tap the water three times with your index finger and thumb, and tell countless sentient beings.

There is a passage in the "Ksitigarbha Sutra": "Reciting the water purification mantra will give birth to wisdom, not forget the scriptures, give birth to intelligence, and enable enlightenment!"

There is also the rule of "eighty-four thousand insects in a bowl of water" in the monastic precepts. Before each offering, monks need to recite the "Water Purification Mantra" to save these creatures.

Such a normal Buddhist mantra is obviously not used to harm people.

It's just that the mantra Wu Yong recited at this time was only the second half, and the first half of the entire "Water Purification Mantra" was abruptly cut off.

Looking at Wu Yong who was still chanting, Xuan Yi couldn't help feeling vigilant, but on the face he said with a loud smile: "What are you doing stealing Buddhist mantras from other people, and you are still throwing things away and changing them indiscriminately."

"The first half of the poem - I looked at the sea tide from the pillow in the county pavilion, and the great man in white said to me. I heard the wonderful sound in the South China Sea, and made a vow to quickly plant the cause of wisdom. The South China Sea has proved to be a quiet place, so I have to take a prajna boat... Why don't you read it? Difficult Could it be that you are afraid that the masters of the Buddhist school will come to trouble you after hearing about it?"

He said rather sarcastically.

"Hmph! Yellow-haired boy, you have a serious tone..."

Hearing his sarcasm, Wu Yong's eyes became more and more hostile, but the words in his mouth did not stop, but accelerated, over and over again, faster and faster.

And as he recited, sure enough, strange things happened.

I saw that from nowhere, several clear springs suddenly appeared, and they came straight to the bronze mirror in the sky.

In an instant, all the cold spring water splashed on the scorching mirror surface, and the mirror body, which was originally scorched red by the fire, was suddenly hit by cold water, and billowing white air suddenly came out.

On the smooth mirror surface, several tiny gaps were abruptly cracked.

Seeing that the bronze mirror that imprisoned him cracked, the flame that was originally captured in the mirror also quietly emerged from the gap.

Seeing that he wanted to release the flames, Xuan Yi frowned, and simply swung the purple gold ax whizzing out, hitting the mirror body that was already showing signs of breaking.

I saw that the already cracked mirror surface was instantly cracked by the sharp ax blade. The whole ancient mirror, together with the locked fire inside, split apart at the same time and disappeared together.

Only the shattered fragments splashed onto the ground around them, rotting all over the place.

Seeing this situation, Wu Yong clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, Your Excellency is really decisive. You actually broke the whole ancient mirror in order to prevent the flames from reappearing."

After speaking, he couldn't help sighing again: "It's a pity that such a good magic weapon was destroyed by you..."

"Then now..." He suddenly opened his eyes wide, with a strange grin on his face: "I don't know how your Excellency will take my trick next!"

As his words fell, the clear spring that was gushing out suddenly changed suddenly.

A threatening chill suddenly struck, and the clear water splashed out was instantly frozen into icicles, with sharp and sharp tips pointing directly at Xuan Yi.

Seeing Bing Feng stabbing at him suddenly, Xuan Yi walked briskly, turned around and dodged in an instant.

The sharp icicles continued to pursue.

Just as Xuan Yi wanted to hide again, his body suddenly froze, and he felt a cold air creeping up while he was not paying attention, dragging him to the spot abruptly.

He looked down, only to find that with the invasion of the cold wave, the water flow on the ground had also frozen, which instantly froze the ankle he stepped on the ground, dragging him so that he could not move.

Seeing that Xuan Yi couldn't dodge, and the murderous icicle was close at hand, Wu Yong couldn't help but smile with a certain chance of winning.

He deliberately went through a lot of trouble to do this before, just to destroy Xuan Yi's magic weapon, and then try to hold him back as much as possible, trying to kill him in one fell swoop.

It's a pity that the wrinkled smile on his face was only stretched halfway, and then suddenly froze.

I saw Xuan Yi facing the oncoming icicle, but he didn't dodge any more, the purple gold ax blade in his hand was shining coldly, and he slashed directly at the sharp icicle.

"Hehe Yangyang, the sun rises in the east, and those who encounter the curse will die, and those who encounter the curse will die."

"I enshrine the Northern Emperor, it is ominous to be killed immediately, and all ghosts and monsters are off my list."

"What dares to be, water can't drown, water can't invade, within the three realms, I am the only one strong."

As he recited "The Mantra of Summoning Gods", he saw that the sharp edge of the ax pointed at him, and he was irresistible and invincible.

It was just a few flashes of cold light, and these sharp blades shattered all the icicles into residues, breaking all the opponent's spells again immediately.

Wu Yong stared at him dumbfounded, unable to speak for a while.

If you have nothing to do, just swing your ax around, are you a Taoist priest or a berserker?

But Xuan Yi showed regret at this time: "You only have this or that ability?"

"I thought that you could change the Buddha's "Water Purification Mantra" into this way, there should be some means, but I didn't expect that it was only changed to this kind of thing in the end?"

"But it's no wonder that this spell originally belonged to the Buddhist school, and it was not used to harm people." He concluded.

After being randomly commented on and belittled by a young boy one after another, Wu Yong, who was already quite old, suddenly turned blue with anger, but had to swallow his anger.

In the end, he still couldn't hold back his breath, and suddenly his face darkened, and he shouted loudly, "You young man who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, don't be too pretentious!"

Following his call, he took out a picture book from his magic weapon.

He pulled out a piece of drawing paper from this album, and tore it off abruptly, only to find that a little ghost with blue face and fangs was painted on it.

Xuan Yi saw it, and couldn't help smiling: "This kid has an indigo complexion, a raw forehead, a garlic nose and buck teeth, and a belly as big as a drum, but his limbs are weak, and he looks ugly!"

Wu Yong lowered his head, turning a deaf ear to his sarcasm, but gritted his teeth viciously, started to draw two random strokes on the drawing paper, and read:

"Spirits and elves, I don't know their names, give you the five ghosts, come to my altar, those who obey me will be lucky, those who oppose me will be evil, assist me in the way, make me come true, order you to move, do it immediately, and those who disobey me Cut the dust."

Then he pointed the drawing paper in Xuan Yi's direction, and shouted: "Go!" Xuan Yi's eyebrows jumped when he heard the mantra he recited.

This Wu Yong was indeed from a wild background, no matter if it was folk, Taoist, Buddhist, or any kind of mantra, he could even recite some spells.

He had just recited the Buddhist "Water Purification Mantra" last round, but this time he was actually chanting the Taoist "Curse of the Five Ghosts".

This is a Taoist incantation specially used to dispatch little ghosts.

Sure enough, following Wu Yong's chanting sound, the drawing paper was lifted up without wind and fluttered to the ground.

But the little ghost on the painting suddenly moved, broke free from the shackles of the drawing paper, and jumped off the painting.

The green-faced ghost with fangs, because of its weak limbs, could only lie on the ground, dragging its bulging abdomen, and rushed towards Xuan Yi with grinning teeth.

But I didn't expect that even though he was dragging such a big belly, the kid's speed was not weak at all. He ran all the way on all fours, and he arrived in front of him in an instant, and he opened his fangs to bite Xuan Yi. go down.

Xuan Yi frowned slightly, and repeated the old trick, with the blade of the ax in front of his body, and slashed at the kid's mouth full of fangs.

But this time, as he slashed down with the ax blade, the ferocious kid suddenly blurred and turned into a cloud of ink, which was chopped into two pieces by the ax blade on the spot.

But then, after the ax blade swung past, the blob of ink quickly gathered again, turning back into the same ghost with blue face and fangs, and continued to rush towards Xuan Yi fearlessly, ready to bite and gnaw at Xuan Yi.

This was beyond Xuan Yi's expectation.

He was slightly taken aback, then the sharp ax in his hand kept slashing at the kid again and again.

And the little ghost was also cut into balls of ink one after another, and then recovered again, and continued to pounce on it relentlessly.

"It's a little bit more difficult now."

Xuan Yi thought to himself, and couldn't help thinking about countermeasures secretly.

On the other side, seeing that he was really caught by the ghost in the painting, Wu Yong finally showed a smug expression on his face, the wrinkles on his face stretched out again, and he laughed loudly: "Little old man, my method of pressing the bottom of the box, How do you feel?"

"Huagui can't be killed or hacked, so don't worry! After it slowly consumes your energy, wait for it to devour you!"

He smacked his lips, and said with a little regret: "It's a pity that a talented, young and promising celestial master like Your Excellency will fall into the mouth of such a brat in the end. It's really a pity..."

"The blood of a young man like your Excellency has always been my favorite of the old man."

Beside him, the apprentice Zhao Xiaobao who had been trembling all the time saw that his master had finally gained the upper hand, so he stopped trembling immediately, his whole body cheered up, and immediately moved to his master's side and began to flatter him.

He boasted: "The ghost in this painting is very powerful. When my master tamed it, it took a lot of effort, and finally made an agreement with it for three chapters to ensure that it can often eat fresh human flesh in the future. This painting Ghosts are willing to serve my master."

"Seeing if it has a big belly, it is eating human flesh. The more people it eats, the bigger the ghost's stomach will be. With a little boy like you, after a while, I guess it won't be enough for a ghost to stuff his teeth. ..."

"Enough!" Wu Yong saw that he was so complacent that he talked more and more, so he hurriedly stopped and said, "If you talk too much, you will lose it. Can you suffocate if you don't talk?"

Originally, he wanted to flatter, but he didn't expect to make Master angry. Zhao Xiaobao, who was flattered on the horse's leg, immediately shrank his neck and backed away silently, not daring to speak anymore.

But Xuan Yi, who was fighting with the ghost painting at this time, was shocked in his heart after hearing what he said just now.

The ghost in the painting in front of me actually cultivates itself by eating human flesh!

Looking at its belly as big as a drum and its ferocious appearance now, it is obvious that it has eaten the flesh of many living people before...

How dare this pair of masters and apprentices be so...so unconscionable!

Thinking of this, Xuan Yi suddenly burst into anger. During the interval between fighting with Hua Gui, he took the time to take a cold look at Wu Yong's master and apprentice who never put human life in their eyes.

The sharpness in his eyes was too sharp, and the sudden killing intent was undisguised.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaobao couldn't help shrinking his neck in fear, and quietly moved away from the battlefield.

But Wu Yong, who was watching a good show, had been stroking his beard with his hand, but was shocked by this straightforward killing intent and suddenly paused.

At this moment, the ghost in the painting, who had been greedy for human flesh, became impatient when he saw that he was unable to attack for a long time.

Its deep-set eye sockets twitched violently, its sharp-toothed mouth opened and closed, staring closely at Xuan Yi, who was full of aura, drooling could not help but flow from the corners of his wide mouth.

The slender and weak limbs scratched the ground a few times, Huagui aimed at Xuan Yi's slender and fair neck, let out a strange cry, jumped up, opened his mouth suddenly and bit at him, already impatient.

At the moment when it jumped forward, Xuan Yi caught the opening it showed, and took back a mahogany writing brush from behind.

This writing brush is a full foot long. The body is made of peach wood, and the tip is made of black dog tail hair. Although it looks a little nondescript in the eyes of literati, it is very good when dealing with evil things. A sharp weapon at hand.

Seeing that the painting ghost rushing towards him is close at hand, the sharp canine teeth are gradually approaching Xuan Yi's fragile neck, and even he can smell the foul smell from the painting ghost's mouth...

Xuan Yi's eyes were calm, and he picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink in a leisurely manner, and the tip of the pen dipped in ink immediately touched the bulging abdomen exposed by the ghost painter.

The unobstructed belly was suddenly touched by the pen, Huagui was startled for an instant, and wanted to retreat in a hurry, but it was too late to turn around.

I saw the writing brush swiped suddenly, the brush was as sharp as a knife, the ink splashed, and the belly of the ghost was broken in an instant.

Although Huagui's abdomen has been bulging high, but after being broken open, there is no bloody scene that makes it difficult to look directly at it. Instead, it looks like a pocket that has suddenly deflated, and suddenly became discouraged.

Seeing that the hostile energy that I had accumulated for a long time and accumulated after eating an unknown amount of human flesh was suddenly broken by someone, Hua Gui was shocked all over, clutching his rag-like belly in vain, dazed. at a loss.

Naturally, Xuan Yi would not let go of these countless human-eating ghosts, so he picked up the pen and waved it again without hesitation, drawing a series of ink fronts in the air, whistling like arrows, all heading towards the ghost.

Huagui was shocked immediately, turned around and wanted to run away, trying to return to the picture scroll where he was hiding again, but it was already too late.

Before it could move, the ink-condensed arrows struck like a gust of wind and rain, shooting at its body that was also made of ink instantly, it was riddled with holes, and it was about to be defeated.

The situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed, and Wu Yong, who was still secretly complacent in his heart, couldn't help being stunned.

After he was slightly dazed, he quickly pulled out the painting scroll as if his beard was scorched by fire, and rushed to the field, trying to save the painting ghost who was at the bottom of the box.

But before he got close, Xuan Yi was already dotted with the brush in his hand, and streams of ink shot out, instantly slashing across the ghost's body like a blade, completely tearing it into pieces of ink.

The torn body of the painting ghost, mixed with the ink on the brush, splashed on the ground together, but it could never be reunited, and there was no movement at all, it was completely destroyed.

At this time, the surroundings of the few of them were already in chaos after the fight just now.

There are scorched black marks of fire and water on the ground, as well as fragments of mirrors flying around, and black ink splashed all over the ground.

More than one word "chaotic" can describe it!

Wu Yong, who failed to rescue Huagui in time, just stood there in a daze, looking at the mess around them, his eyes full of shock.

How is it possible... The other party is just a young boy, how could he kill the ghost at the bottom of the box so easily...

Wu Yong raised his head, looked at Xuan Yi in the distance with complicated eyes, and suddenly couldn't help shivering slightly.

The crane bone is loose, the Lingtai is clear and bright, and the natural Taoism is clear.

He finally understood that some people's talents are so inherently outstanding that they cannot be replaced by mediocrity as they get older.

Although the person in front of me is not well-known among the celestial masters, he is an absolute genius in the future Taoist world.

Thinking of this, Wu Yong, who had to admit, suddenly felt sad and unwilling.

I have been in the arena for decades, so today... Is it true that I will fall into the hands of a young boy?

At this moment, Xuan Yi didn't give him any time to continue to react, but he just held the magic weapon and said coldly, "I've waited for so long, have you used up all the unique skills at the bottom of the box?"

"Then now, it's my turn..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes sank, and his figure rushed up like a gust of wind, launching the first attack for the first time.

Wu Yong was startled suddenly, looking at the figure rushing towards him, he immediately took out the magic weapon he carried with him, and barely resisted it.

Xuan Yi held an ax in one hand and a brush in the other, and the strokes of the brush were drawn out of thin air, and the ink-colored runes were drawn in one stroke, and hit Wu Yong's body in an instant.

Wu Yong, on the other hand, held the green snake-wrapped vine and purple wood cane in his hand, and waved it from left to right, struggling to resist it.

What's worse, at such a critical moment, there are people who sneak up to make trouble!

While Xuan Yi was attacking the enemy, Tong Tong, who had always wanted to help, sneaked out of his pocket at this time.

At this time, there are patches of ink on the ground.

Tong Tong, who was drowned in front of him, had condensed a spirit body that was also wet, with a damp vapor that couldn't be dispelled, but it fit perfectly with the dark ink on the ground.

I saw him tentatively jumping into the ink, and the whole small body was smoothly melted and hidden in the ink, and he could even move back and forth between different ink blocks.

So Tong Tong looked at Wu Yong who was fighting against Xuan Yi at this time, blinked a pair of big eyes, immediately came to pay attention, and silently sneaked into the ink next to him.

At this time, Wu Yong was struggling with resistance.

However, Xuan Yi's attack on the other side was fierce and violent, and he was almost injured several times. When he was crying in his heart, his calf suddenly hurt!

"Ouch--"

He suddenly screamed out in pain, his calf softened, and during this distraction, Xuan Yi happened to split open with an axe, and Wu Yong couldn't dodge in time, and the whistling ax blade cut off half of his snow-white beard.

If his movements were slower, then it wasn't his beard that was cut off just now, but half of his head.

Wu Yong was frightened almost to death by this blow, and almost frantically stepped back for several steps, barely guaranteeing his own safety and gaining himself a bit of breathing time.

But when he looked at the place where he was standing just now, he found that there was a three-inch-sized villain on the ground, jumping up and down to demonstrate to him.

Obviously, it was this little thing that bit his calf hard just now, which distracted him, and Xuan Yi almost chopped off his head.

Wu Yong couldn't help but glared at the villain.

But Tong Tong stuck out his tongue at him unceremoniously, then plunged into the scattered ink on the ground beside him, and disappeared.

But at this moment, Xuan Yi didn't continue to give him a chance to breathe, and had already forced him again.

Wu Yong had to brace himself to meet the enemy again.

But after that, Tong Tong kept appearing out of nowhere, always taking advantage of Wu Yong's fight with Xuan Yi, and bit him unexpectedly.

After biting, Tong Tong didn't stop, and immediately plunged into the ink next to him, and immediately ran away.

Although Wu Yong didn't suffer much harm, it was annoying to be harassed like this all the time.

Several times, after he was distracted, Xuan Yi almost chopped him off with an axe.

But he couldn't get away from him, and that kid was also slippery, so he couldn't catch him at all.

Finally, Wu Yong, who was completely annoyed enough, after being harassed one after another, finally found a chance to temporarily avoid Xuan Yi's sharp edge with a loud shout, and turned around to move to his apprentice.

Facing Zhao Xiaobao who was full of hesitation, he spit out with a "pooh", and put two fingers on Zhao Xiaobao's ears and mouth respectively.

"Open your left ear to listen to the underworld, open your right ear to listen to the world of the underworld, and open your mouth to read talismans!"

Zhao Xiaobao was pushed to the front of the battlefield by his master ignorantly. After being tapped on both ears and mouth by his master, he suddenly felt a "buzz" in his mind, and his ears suddenly became very clear.

At this moment, he could hear even the tiniest movement in the vicinity clearly, and he could even hear the small splashing sound of water when Tongtong drilled out the ink.

He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to ask what was going on, Wu Yong suddenly pushed his body and said impatiently: "Your strength has temporarily increased, don't just be silly where you are. Frozen."

"Catch that little brat who keeps making trouble!"

It turned out that Wu Yong was really impatient of being harassed by Tong Tong just now, and he couldn't take a hand to solve it, so he asked his apprentice to do it.

He also knew in his heart that with his three-legged cat ability as a stupid apprentice, he couldn't be expected to deal with Xuan Yi, but could only be used to catch little ghosts.

Even, because the three-inch kid was too cunning, he had to strengthen his apprentice in advance, so that he could count on Zhao Xiaobao to find him.

Sure enough, after the dharma body was temporarily strengthened, Zhao Xiaobao only felt that his eyes and ears were clear, and he could even hear every sound made by Tongtong clearly.

He couldn't help but feel that his confidence was greatly increased, and he directly took out his magical weapon, the Seven Inch Nail, and began to chase and intercept Tongtong who was hidden in the ink.

After all, Tongtong's strength is too weak, seeing the opponent come to catch him, he panicked, but he could only move back and forth in the surrounding ink, hiding in all directions.

But when he hurriedly hid, the rustling sound was caught by Zhao Xiaobao.

Zhao Xiaobao, who was used to bullying, stretched out his hand to grab him with a smile, and Tongtong, who was too late to hide, was about to fall into his hands.

At this moment, when Xuan Yi on the side saw the situation here, he didn't seem too worried and flustered.

He just lowered his brows slightly, and stroked his waist with his palm.

In an instant, he took off the kit pouch embroidered with yin and yang patterns from his waist and threw it to Tongtong's side.

At this time, Zhao Xiaobao had already found an opportunity to pinch Tongtong's three-inch spirit body in his palm.

Tong Tong, who was pinched in the palm of his hand, desperately swung his little arms and legs, kicking and beating him indiscriminately, but he couldn't break free from the villain's palm.

Zhao Xiaobao was proud of himself, and just wanted to sneer, but when he looked up, he saw this kit that was suddenly thrown over.

He didn't understand what Xuan Yi meant by throwing this kit, and when he was confused, he saw that the belt that was tied around the mouth of the kit suddenly loosened by himself.

At the same time, a voice mixed with anger came from the kit: "Zhao Xiaobao——"

The voice calling his own name made Zhao Xiaobao tremble immediately!

He still remembers this voice!

How is it possible...it's him...no, impossible, even if he didn't lose his soul, he should be seriously injured at this time...

Under Zhao Xiaobao's suspicious eyes, a bloody figure was crawling out of the kit.

The body crushed by the wheels, the limbs with broken hands and feet, the bloody but very angry face——

The complaining ghost that crawled out was Zhao Xiaofeng.

As Zhao Xiaobao's hometown and classmate, Zhao Xiaofeng was attacked by Zhao Xiaobao who was afraid that he would reveal his secrets when he was undefended, and almost lost his soul.

Fortunately, he was rescued by his own director in time, so he survived, and then in order to repair his injured spirit body, he has been recuperating his soul in the spirit lock bag.

But after he felt Zhao Xiaobao's aura from the outside world in the spirit lock bag just now, he couldn't bear it anymore. He was full of hatred for being betrayed, and repeatedly asked Xuan Yi to let him go out to settle accounts.

Although his soul has been stabilized, and most of the wounds he has suffered have healed, but after all, he has not completely healed.

Xuan Yi had always refused his request to go out before, until now, under Zhao Xiaofeng's constant pleading, he finally got a chance to meet his enemy face to face.

Sure enough, when he suddenly saw Zhao Xiaofeng who knew everything about him, Zhao Xiaobao panicked instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It's over, this time my master is next to me, if the other party reveals the details of my family...

When he thought of this, the cold sweat all over his body was about to be frightened.

"Zhao Xiaobao..."

Zhao Xiaofeng twisted his bloody body, staring at him with hatred on his face: "I'm from the same country, why did you want to kill me?"

Zhao Xiaobao quietly glanced at his master who was still fighting at this moment, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party didn't notice the situation here.

He looked at Zhao Xiaofeng, who had become a ghost on the ground, and said confidently: "I am a human, you are a ghost! There is no difference between life and death, so how can we talk about fellowship?"

"Besides, the last time I seriously injured you was because I, as a mage, shouldn't catch ghosts as a matter of course?"

He seemed to be well-founded, but in fact he replied with a very guilty conscience.

Hearing his nonsense, Zhao Xiaofeng became even more outraged immediately, and shouted loudly: "Abandoning my parents at home, and specifically harassing friends I haven't seen for many years, you, a beast, can you be considered a human?!"

When he heard him mentioning his parents in a loud voice, Zhao Xiaobao's eyelids twitched, and he cried in his heart - it's over!

Sure enough, Wu Yong, who was fighting in the distance, even faintly heard the movement from their side.

Suddenly, he almost didn't even care about Xuan Yi's attack, and immediately widened his eyes, and looked to this side in shock: "Parents at home?"

"Didn't you say that you are an orphan? Why do you still have parents and relatives at home...Pfft!"

Wu Yong asked sharply, but just in the middle of the questioning, he was swept by the sharp blade in Xuan Yi's hand, and suddenly wailed and fell down.

In his throat, a narrow and long wound was cut out, and blood was oozing out.

If it wasn't for Xuan Yi's grasp of the size in his hand, Wu Yong's head would have been separated by now.

However, at this time, Wu Yong didn't care about anything. He covered his bleeding neck with one hand, and kept asking sharply, "Do you really have parents?"

Zhao Xiaobao panicked immediately, he didn't even notice that the little ghost Tongtong in his hand took the opportunity to sneak away, but he explained in a panic: "No, I am indeed an orphan, master, old man, don't listen to this unjust dead ghost talking nonsense... "

The reason why he is so flustered now is still related to the martial arts he has practiced.

Although what he followed his master was the wild way of the people and the sorcery that harmed people, but precisely because of this, there are so many weird rules in this sect.

Especially the most important point is that the disciples of the past generations must be orphans whose parents both died.

This sect spell avoids relatives.

If the disciples in the door have parents and relatives, there will be no harm at the beginning, but as time goes by, the relationship between the disciples and the master