Immortal Renegade

Chapter 60 Meet the old friend again
Liu San and the others were startled, they had never seen a middle-aged scholar with such an expression, Liu San's eyes flashed, he rubbed his palms, moved a few steps towards Wang Lin's position, and said solemnly, "Sir, little brother. What's wrong with him? Is there a bloodbath when he is implicated by us?"

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and he glanced at the middle-aged scholar indifferently, but did not speak, but Situ Nan's unhurried voice came from his ear.

"This little doll is interesting, this face-to-face technique has quite a few tricks, but it is still mysterious to mortals, but for those who cultivate immortals like me, some of the classes have gotten axe, the old man just passed him the memory of killing people in the past. Once again, hehe, this makes him unbearable."

The middle-aged scholar was sweating profusely after only a short while, and his gaze towards Wang Lin was not as dull as before. At this moment, he showed a deep sense of awe. He heard Liu San's words and quickly waved his hand and said, "Yu Xiao... Brother has nothing to do, the future of the little brother can't be estimated, Wang's face-to-face skills are not good at learning, can't see through... can't see through." After he finished speaking, he kept bowing, his face full of bitterness.

The scene he saw just now was completely shocked. It was simply an Asura hell, a sea of ​​corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and everyone was obviously not a mortal. The art of face-to-face is well-informed, and he knows that there are immortals in the world. Once many things are involved, there is a fear of killing.

Liu San frowned, just as he was about to speak, suddenly there was a scream in the distance, a huge human head drew an arc in mid-air, threw it from a distance, rolled a few times after landing, and stopped at the fire. .

Liu San's expression changed drastically, he recognized that this person was the guard of the guard station patrolling around, and immediately stood up abruptly.

Yang Sen grabbed the head, clenched his fists, and said in a tearful voice, "Er Gou, brother swears to avenge you!"

At this time, all the guards of the escort station pulled out their weapons and looked around murderously.

The black-faced man stood beside Liu San, his eyes were bright, and he shouted in a deep voice, "It's a little bit too ignorant of the rules to come here."

"Jie Jie" came a miserable laughter, and with a rustling sound, dozens of men in black crawled out from the ground around them, slapping the sand and dust on their bodies, and looking at everyone in the mighty escort agency with cold eyes.

"Kaishan Zhang Liusan, hand over the things, we will leave immediately, otherwise, no one will be left here." A skinny old man slowly walked out of the men in black.

Liu San's face was sinking like water, he whispered: "Who am I, it turns out to be you, the vulture Song Xing."

The old man smiled, and said grimly: "Liu, you don't tell lies in front of real people. This time, your Mighty Escort sent out red goods openly, but secretly brought back a 500-year-old ginseng. You can hand over this thing." Keep safe, don't implicate everyone in hiding here for mere personal belongings."

Liu San frowned, looked at the people around him, and said to himself, "How does the vulture Song Xing know that I have hidden ginseng? It seems that there must be spies in my companions." Thinking of this, he suddenly swept his eyes and glanced at him. Wang Lin sneered.

He made a color on the black-faced man, took a few steps by himself, clenched his fists, and said solemnly: "Don't say that this old man doesn't have this kind of ginseng, even if it does, with your Song Xing's martial arts, you can still get it from me. You can't take it away."

The black-faced man understood and walked quietly behind Wang Lin.

Wang Lin frowned, and suddenly the middle-aged scholar stepped forward to stop the black-faced man and shouted, "What are you doing, this little brother is not a spy."

The black-faced man was startled and was about to speak.

At this moment, the vulture Song Xing laughed loudly and said loudly: "The surnamed Liu, I can't beat you, but today, we shot in person in the past, you are dead." After speaking, he took a few steps back. , shouted loudly: "Congratulations to the arrival of the Great Year." After speaking, he immediately fell to the ground with a very respectful demeanor.

Looking around at the men in black, all of them were looking frantic, crawling on the ground, and followed Song Xing and said loudly: "Congratulations for the arrival of the year."

A cold voice suddenly came from all directions: "Hand over the ginseng, otherwise, die!" As soon as the voice fell, a fist-sized fireball suddenly appeared from the dark, with a strong high temperature, and instantly hit an escort guard. , the guard didn't even have time to scream, and immediately turned into a pile of black coal along with the weapon in his hand.

At this moment, everyone in the escort bureau was stunned, and some of them didn't even grasp the weapon in their hand, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Yang Sen's eyes showed horror, and he lost his voice: "This... what kind of hidden weapon is this?"

The heat wave could not stop emanating from the pile of black charcoal, and the guards all around had their hairs bent, showing a roasted look.

Liu San also had a look of shock on his face, and his lower consciousness stepped back a few steps, staring blankly at the pile of black charcoal on the ground, unable to speak for a long time.

The black-faced man had a look of fear in his eyes, and he trembled as he said: "Xian... fairy magic?" Speaking of this black-faced man, he also took the test of the cultivator school when he was a child. The memory of Shi was very stimulating to him, and when he saw the fireball technique, he immediately thought of it.

Song Xing looked proud and said loudly, "That's right, we were immortals when we were big, why don't you send ginseng quickly?"

All the guards looked at Liu San with pleading eyes. If they were mortals, they would still have the courage to fight, but they were immortals. At this moment, these men lost their fighting spirit.

Liu San's face was bitter and he was about to speak when three fireballs appeared silently, floating in the air and motionless.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his interest arose. Judging from the power of this fireball technique, the caster would definitely not exceed the third level of the Qi Condensation Stage. He touched his chin, and his consciousness swept away. On the big tree, I noticed the caster.

"Huh?" Wang Lin was stunned. The caster was about 28 or [-] years old, and his cultivation was at the peak of the second layer of Qi Condensation Stage, and he could break through to the third layer at any time.The young man's complexion was gloomy, and there were several deep scars on his face, which looked hideous at first glance, but the more Wang Lin looked at it, the more familiar he looked.

The middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "Lao Liu, hand it over. Even if the owner knows about it, they won't blame us. The other party is an immortal. How can we mortals resist."

Liu San hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly, he carefully took out a palm-sized brocade box from his arms and put it on the ground.

As soon as the brocade box landed, it suddenly floated up, and instead of sending it to the other party, it flew backwards and was grabbed by Wang Lin.

(End of this chapter)