Mingyue of the Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Fortunately, Wang Bingjin has been a person who has been in the world for many years. When he was a Zhu Youshi in Chenzhou, he often faced some evil people and evil things, so when he saw the ghost's hands penetrated into his abdomen, he decisively stretched out his left hand, took out a Tianshi Talisman in the flash, and quickly put it on the hand of Shenghun.

As expected, he saw a shadow on his right pole. As soon as the talisman was pressed on, the soul-born screamed in pain, and a burst of white smoke was burned from the talisman.

Wang Bingjin took this opportunity to jump away, stood firm and adjusted his breath, ready to face the enemy again.

Unfortunately, Wang Bingjin was blindly fighting with the soul of white clothes, but forgot the black-clothed Miao man behind him who was eyeing him. Just as he was regulating his breath, he suddenly felt a small thing crawling on his shoulder. He was careless and reached out to touch him. As a result, after getting it, he felt a coldness coming, and it was a poisonous snake!

Before Wang Bingjin could react, the poisonous snake had bit his palm hard, then slid down from his shoulder, and ran into the pocket of the black-clad Miao man.

Wang Bingjin turned around and looked at the black-clad Miaoren. The other party was smiling and looking at him, expecting that he must have thought that he had said.

I wanted to take advantage of the toxicity and jump over to fight the other party to the death before it even occurred, but as soon as I moved my steps, I felt a sense of dizziness. The things in front of me suddenly turned spinning, and I fainted and unconscious in a moment.

Wang Bingjin thought he would definitely die.

But he woke up three days later.

After waking up, I was still in the dilapidated temple. The bonfire that had burned that night was still there, and there were people in black standing next to me.

He was still looking at himself with a smile, but Wang Bingjin knew that there were conspiracies after conspiracy under that smile.

"Black Witch, what do you want?" Wang Bingjin yelled at the black-clad Miao people in angrily.

"Don't call me Black Witch, I have a name, please call me Hiroyama." The Miao man in black still had a smile on his face.

"I don't care who you are. You hurt others behind your back. What kind of hero is that you have the ability to fight me in a serious way." Wang Bingjin sarcastically mocked Hikkariyama with disdain.

"Whether it is upright or insidious or despicable, you are no match for me anyway..."

I'm gonna be!

Wang Bingjin interrupted Jiushan without hesitation and scolded indignation: "You are so embarrassed to say, what's the point of hurting people in secret arrows? You dare to speak shamelessly in front of me.

"It's like this little man who is doing something, and he calls himself a black witch. I think you're just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."

Wang Bingjin spitted on Jiushan's black robe.

"I'm the one named Wang, I warn you that your behavior has seriously offended me. If you still want to survive, it's best to be honest. With your current state, I can kill you with just one move my finger." Hatoyama suddenly became angry.

In fact, it is understandable that Hatoyama's anger is the most sacred in the eyes of the black witch disciples. They are not worn normally. They only wear black robes when doing things or confronting people, which is as sacred as the Taoist robe in Longhu Mountain.

After hearing this, Wang Bingjin thought that he was really weak all over and had no power to resist. If he forced himself to fight against Hiroyama, he would definitely be dead. He would be calm for a while. He would first see what conspiracy he had in the future, and then wait and see what changes would happen.

"You and I have no grievances in the past, and there are no grudges in recent days. Although I, Hatoyama, are not a good person, have clear grudges. As long as you work with me honestly, I will never treat you badly."

"It will not only help you take revenge, but also pass on my witchcraft to you. You have also seen the power of Bai Yao and the witchcraft just now. How do you feel?" Hatoyama tried again to convince Wang Bingjin.

"The monster that I can't kill just now is the Bai Jin you have refined?" Wang Bingjin said in surprise.

"That's right, that's what I feel when I practice Bai Yao?" Hatoyama asked with a smug smile.

"It's really amazing. I can't be beaten to death or driven away. Unlike ordinary ghosts, this Bai Jing has no emotions or personal thoughts, but he is different from zombies. In terms of flexibility and agility, it is far higher than zombies. If you are entangled by this thing, you will only have to die for one's life." Wang Bingjin recalled the scene of fighting with Bai Jing just now, and there was still a cold sweat behind him.

"Now I know what I said is true. I have more magic tricks. I have not used them. I have been lying on firewood and tasting gall for the past twenty years. How could I waste my time?" Hatoyama said proudly.

After listening to Jiushan’s narration, Wang Bingjin recalled the situation last night and knew that this black witch was definitely not a false reputation.

At the same time, I recalled the humiliation I suffered in the Wang family. If I had to rely on my own strength, I might not have been able to avenge my revenge in my lifetime. This Jiushan, which emerged out of thin air, opened my eyes.

At the same time, I also understood the truth that there are people outside of people and there are heavens outside of heaven. In the past, when I was in Chenzhou City, I always looked down on everything with the attitude of Zhu Youshi.

Until this trip, the first person he met was so powerful. Of course, the most important point was that Wang Bingjin began to covet the powerful black witchcraft and witchcraft of Jiushan at this time. If he could learn these two things, why worry about not being able to support his family?

Think about what I came to Huayuan Miao District for a long time to make a living?

Isn't it just to make a living?

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Bingjin smiled and said, "Is it your way to treat guests when you trap me here like this?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm so sorry for neglecting the guests, but I've helped you get rid of your poison. You only need a day to rest to recover your strength."

"As for the cooperation I mentioned, how are you thinking about?" Hatoyama's tone began to slow down, because he had already heard some heart-warming meaning from Wang Bingjin's body language just now.

"Well, there is no problem with cooperating with you, but I am now in a low spell and I don't learn well. I'm afraid it will be difficult to fight side by side with you." Wang Bingjin said in a weak tone.

He is a wise man, of course he knows the potential meaning of Wang Bingjin's words. It is obvious that he wants to express what he is not good at. He hopes that Heiyama can pass on his black witchcraft to help Heiyama with his help.

So Hatoyama immediately followed the flow and said, "Haha, this is not a problem. Since you agree to cooperate with me, I will teach you black witchcraft from tomorrow."
Chapter completed!