The man looked ugly. These little bugs really had the means to hurt him. He put away his contempt, moved his body to avoid the deadliest attack. At the same time, the spiritual power stormed and broke free from the entanglement of the vines again, and then he broke the heavy earth technique formation without stopping.

Although this simple formation is not fatal, it limits his speed and makes the attack of the boy in front of him even more dangerous.

The man spread his arms, and the long flute in his hand made a sword to block Wei Lin's fierce attack. The moiré light on the flute surged, and a powerful force erupted from the flute, which made Wei Lin's arm numb and he could hardly hold the sword. The violent spiritual power that exploded left deep bone-visible scars on him.

The defensive formation that had dissipated on the wooden sign was activated again. If not, the battle was quick and the malice of the Tiandao after being injured was obvious again. Wei Lin had already clearly felt that his perception ability was greatly weakened.

As his eyes narrowed, spiritual power continued to be sent into Mo Li's sword, and green leaves spread from the sword to the front of him. The sharp sword temporarily restrained the man's attack and achieved a brief calm.

Behind the two were whirlwinds. Other disciples who wanted to help did not dare to approach the battle center. I am afraid that before they could get close, they would be torn apart by the stimulating spiritual swords from both sides.

After all, the man was in the Golden Pill Stage. Mo Xiao blocked the long sword that could penetrate the spiritual weapon. There was less fatal threat. His heart was slightly relaxed, and his eyes fell on the Mo Li sword and wooden sign in Wei Lin's hand, and greed flashed in his eyes: "It seems that besides the Buddha's relics, there are quite a lot of treasures on you."

As the strength on the Mo Xiao gradually increased, Wei finally couldn't hold on and was lifted out. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up, saying, "Okay."

"What?"

The man was stunned, and then he found that his body was a little numb and toxic!

When did it happen?

In this moment, his body became swollen quickly as if it was blown.

Ying Qi walked out from behind the tree and couldn't help but feel proud: "You must be very strange. When was the poison you were poisoned? The previous many bursting talismans were not set off fireworks, but there were poison powder on it, floating around you with the explosion. You fought with your junior brother for so long, and the blood and blood-"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Lin rushed up again. The poisoned man was much slower than before. Before he could react, he even pierced his heart by a sword.

After completely crushing his heart and confirming that the person was dead, Wei Lin drew his sword and turned around, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you continue talking?"

"He is dead."

Ying Qi, who was cut off after pretending to be blocked halfway through his pretentiousness, looked constipated, and said nothing about him when he was dead, and he had no sense of accomplishment at all. This sense of accomplishment must be seen at the other person's expression, astonishment, despair, and suddenness, annoyance, or something else would be done with that effort.

Wei Lin lowered his eyes and used his sword to pick out the storage bags of all sizes of the Jindan male cultivator. "It's safer to die. If you want to finish it quickly, you have to leave as soon as possible."

Ying Qi's face turned red and she smiled embarrassedly: "Haha, my junior brother likes to joke."

"Puchi, hiss-"

Ying Jiu and others could no longer help but laughed, touched the wound, and couldn't stop venting.

Their grinning looks made Ying Qi amuse him, and he didn't feel embarrassed for a moment, and then he started to laugh.

Wei Lin threw a pile of storage bags to them and said, "If you divide it, go away quickly."

Yingqi said in surprise: "Do you break up? He was killed by you."

Wei Lin: "I can't kill him alone. My brothers and sisters have all worked hard, so it's time to divide the spoils."

At this time, my perception was weakened by the way of heaven. If there was any mark on the object of the Golden Pill monk, I was not found, and I would not be cheated to death if I became unlucky later.

Everyone looked at each other and found that the wealth of the Jindan stage was really not as strong as they refused. Thinking about it, they had also made efforts. If they hadn't been restraining them, Junior Brother Qianjiu would not be able to kill the Jindan stage, and he couldn't help but feel at ease.

Ying Qi handed the Mo Xiao to Wei Lin: "My junior brother has done the most, and I will take this Mo Xiao junior brother, and everyone hopes to get it."

Mo Xiao is the natal magic weapon in the Golden Pill stage, and it is the best of all his items. Ying Qi is quite kind. Wei Lin raised his eyes and looked at him and smiled: "Senior brother, I thank you for it, but I am not good at music. Such magic weapon is also covered with pearls in my hands. Please discuss this Xiao, just want the spirit stone."

Ying Qi thought about it, but did not insist, and said, "Then it will be folded into a spirit stone for the junior brother."

Wei Lin nodded and agreed that it is not an exaggeration to say that a natal magic weapon, the most important magic weapon for a monk, is more than 90% likely to have a special mark.

Everyone knew that time was urgent, so they quickly distributed the spoils and left in a hurry.

After a quick journey, at dawn, the group had already arrived outside a small town on the west side of the Beishan System.

Ying Qi looked at it and said softly: "It's here."

This town is a stronghold at the edge of Canye Pavilion at the Beishan Sect. Wei Lin's eyes were deep. The monks of Yuan'an Temple had never seen his true face that day. Whether they were pretending to be scholars to go to the temple to inquire or later in Ye Jian Yanming Tower, they did not miss their true face.

Even if I guessed that the Buddha's relics were stolen from Canye Pavilion, I couldn't know that they were him.

It turns out that this is Lan Shu's method, not intercepting, but revealing his identity.

A little girl with a qi training level has his pursuit order. Now, I am afraid that everyone in the entire Beishan system will know it. Not long after, I am afraid that the entire Canglan Continent will know that he is the killer of Canye Pavilion.

Lan Shu is now in charge of all the matters of the Huang-level Xuan-level killer. Since she has taken all her strength this time, she will not leave any room for anything. I'm afraid there is also her eyeliner here.

Thinking of this, he said, "Senior Brother Yingqi and Senior Brother Yingjiu, you two go to the stronghold to find out the situation, and the others will heal first."

Shadow Qiying Jiu did not refuse, and the two of them had the highest cultivation level here. Although Junior Brother Qianjiu had far surpassed them in that battle, he was seriously injured and rushed for another night. Naturally, he had to take this opportunity to heal his wounds.

Wei Lin stared at the direction where the two left and pondered for a while, and said to everyone: "I'll go to the city gate to pick me up, how many of you can keep your guard."

After giving the order, he was like a wisp of blue smoke, and his body swayed and disappeared into the dark forest.

This town is very small, with fairies living in harmony, no one is stationed in the city gate, and there is even no hidden magic array.

Most of the people in the town were Qi training monks. When they saw Ying Qi and others in the foundation building period, they avoided them from afar. Ying Qi and others looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked quickly towards the stronghold.

Wei Lin also felt relieved. Without a high-level monk, there should be no trouble. Looking at the inn, he went around to the side, jumped lightly to the roof, and found where Ying Qi and others were.

"You don't know either?" Ying Qi's voice came, revealing displeasure, "You are spies, how can you not know about such a big deal!"

Wei Lin held his breath and listened calmly.

"Do you know how serious this matter is? We are killers, killers! We have all our faces exposed, so how can we be killers! Do you think we are not dying fast enough!"

Ying Qi lungs were about to explode.

The managers here looked inexplicable. They were just the most marginal intelligence organization. Many things were not accessible to them. After this incident, let alone those killers, they were all in danger.

Except for the mission, the killer needs to contact personnel outside the pavilion, most of them are in the pavilion at other times, which is much better than those of them who are isolated and helpless in various forces.

If he hadn't had enough combat power, he wouldn't have chosen to become a spy. Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and spent a lot of spirit stones to bribe the manager, and got the task of such a spy base.

It is the most dangerous to go deep into the forces of all parties.

Looking at the furious Ying Qi, he comforted him: "Senior Brother, please calm down, this matter is too bad and touches the bottom line of our Canye Pavilion. The superior will definitely find out. If the senior brother is useful, please give me instructions."

Ying Jiu also grabbed Ying Qi. It was useless to get angry at them. It was just right to go back quickly, saying, "We need a way back."
Chapter completed!