"Gongyang, Lao Huang, the three of us are going to fall into trouble..."

Yuan Yu really couldn't find the confidence. In the past, he had indeed joined forces to bring down low-level monks, but only one or two. What could he do to fight against this group of monks in front of him? They were at the end of the world.

In the past, various calculations were always cloudy and foggy. Could it be that these people should be blamed?

But it doesn't feel like it, they don't have such strength.

Gongyang looked at the mountains in the distance.

"Get it first, and then think of a way to seize the horse and rush into the mountains."

"Brother Yuan is right, I'm afraid the three of us will capsize today, bah! Are you bullying me for my low cultivation level? If I were the demon king, I would definitely kill them one by one and drink them!"

Huang Cao was inconspicuous, so he used the cover of his two friends to poke and pinch something in the background.

Opposite, the monks wearing the same costumes stared blankly, wondering that the sect leader's instructions did not mention any weasels. The news said that they were two ordinary people. Are they monks? How can ordinary people affect the abnormality of nearby spiritual energy?

Although Yuan Yu has no cultivation level, he is proficient in the secret techniques of Yin and Yang Feng Shui and uses various special objects to influence the Qi movement.

Use ordinary means to lay out the Feng Shui array.

Ancient trees, old wells, ancient stone archways that have been passed down for thousands of years...

There are very few people in the world who are good at deducing the secrets of Yin and Yang Feng Shui through Bagua, and their methods are even as good as those of gods and gods.

The breeze was gentle and very quiet.

A frog jumped out from the well and jumped into the barrel. A yellow dog passed by with a mouse in its mouth. Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere was not right, it turned around and ran to the vegetable field. The cattle that had just emerged from the mud pond lay back silently.

The leading monk sneered and waved his hand, and the two young disciples silently recited the incantation and rushed towards Yuan Yu and Gong Yangxi.

One of them stared at the monster Huangcao. After all, he was also a monster who could do sorcery. In the eyes of the two or other monks, the biggest trouble was the weasel.

Yuan Yu stared at his own shadow on the ground.

"Old Huang, it's the same as last time."

"Look at me!"

The yellow grass suddenly jumped to the side, silently counting a few jumps, landing, and moving with strange steps.

Gongyang Deng quickly moved half a step laterally, and also changed positions with strange steps.

If you have dragon eyes and look down from a high place, you can see that there seems to be a huge golden compass on the ground outside the town. It changes under the pull of two people and one beast. It mobilizes Qi and turns it into an attack method to block the front of the two monks. It is invisible to the naked eye.

The monks felt vaguely strange.

The two young disciples ran a few steps and suddenly felt dizzy and their eyesight turned black...

Plop, he fell down and passed out.

"..."

After reciting the incantation for half of the time, half of the talisman was burned.

The leading monk glanced at the two incompetent disciples, and then at the two men and the beast who stopped to change positions. He sighed in his heart that he never expected to meet an expert in Yin Yang Feng Shui. It's a pity that he is an ordinary person with no roots.

Calculating the range of the Feng Shui bureau silently, I took a few steps forward, worrying that I was not sure whether I was still far away.

"If you have some skills, if that's all you have, let's just go ahead and capture them. In our eyes, you are no different from ants, so why bother struggling? Mortals will not be able to defeat the Celestials after all."

The monks raised their heads together.

He still has the familiar proud face.

Yuan Yu and Gong Yanggu were speechless. Huang Cao shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, and his furry weasel face looked like it was true.

"You see, I have long said that their brains are sick."

"Old Huang has a sharp eye."

Gongyang Carpenter feels that not all monks are smart, and if cultivation is too heavy-handed, there will inevitably be idiots.

Yuan Yu faintly changed positions and adjusted the formation. Seeing that there were more than ten people on the other side who were even obviously higher in cultivation, he knew that it would be difficult to escape relying on the Feng Shui bureau.

Keep your breath and speak slowly and calmly.

"The Shanmen incident is purely a misunderstanding. Why do you need to press each other so hard?"

"Mountain Gate?"

The monks looked at each other, confused.

Judging from their expressions, Yuan Yu knew that they didn't remember those things at all, which made it even more difficult to figure it out.

"Excuse me, why are the three of us left alone?"

Hearing this, the leading monk looked at the two of them and then at the weasel spirit who was rubbing the pills.

"It's not three of you, but two of you. A big shot asks you to say something. Don't resist and come with us immediately."

The tone seemed to leave no room for doubt, reminding Yuan Yu of a pit cell.

The words of monks cannot be trusted, let alone allowed to be manipulated. Judging from their inexplicable arrogance and unreasonable habits, if you go with them, you will most likely end up playing tricks. If you have been around for a long time, you know that the words of monks are the same as the words of monsters.

but……

He looked back at Huang Cao, who was secretly rubbing dung balls.

He looked at each other and nodded.

"I can go with you. There is only one condition: let this weasel go."

Huang Cao, who was bending over and rubbing his head fiercely, was suddenly shaken...

"Ha, I was actually touched by you two. Well, just a little bit."

"I can't help it. Brother Huang, you really stink. We can't stand it."

"Brother Gongyang, be careful what you say."

He plays with dung balls by tossing yellow grass up and down, and the pills made from a unique secret recipe have a pungent smell that stings the eyes. In the past, he often used this thing to make underhanded moves to overwhelm his opponents, and even evil spirits could not withstand such secret tricks.

Across the way, the leading monk looked disgusted and felt very shameless about calling himself a brother to the weasel.

"No problem, you can forget about it."

After speaking, he turned around and whispered instructions to his disciples secretly.

"After capturing these two people, kill the monster immediately. Well, the fur is pretty good. Leave it to sew the cushion."

The disciple nodded, not taking the mere insignificant monster in his eyes.

In front of the archway outside the town.

Huang Cao rolled his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Gongyang, I'm really powerless this time, Lao Huang, and I'm sorry. The mountains are high and the road is far. I'll see you again in the future when I have the opportunity."

Yuan Yu and Gong Yanggu nodded even though they felt uncomfortable.

"Lao Huang, I don't have many friends in Gong Yangguo. Apart from Brother Yuan, I only have you."

"Yuan will always remember the days when we traveled together in this life."

Huang Cao, who turned around and was about to run, froze, raised his short paw and pretended to brush it across his cheek inadvertently, and straightened the one-eyed blindfold that was slightly out of place.

His nose twitched twice.

"Okay, okay, don't make it so sad. You are all human beings. I will not die in vain."

He ran quickly on all fours on the ground, jumped up and down, and disappeared into the grass and rocks...

The beasts are indeed beasts, and they fly away when disaster strikes.

The leader of the monks on the opposite side snorted with disdain. He didn't expect that the little spirit could run so fast that he couldn't find his shadow. It didn't matter. Just catch these two boys. Why should he care about the little spirit?

After waving his hand, four young disciples immediately came forward holding swords and ropes.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xu and Gong Yangxi changed their positions again, and the Feng Shui bureau was in operation again. The four people who had just stepped into the formation felt dizzy, nauseated, confused, their bodies were cold, and their spiritual energy was sluggish...

"The ants dare to tease the Celestial Clan! Cut off their legs!"

The leading monk was furious. One of the young sword-wielding monks endured the dizziness and discomfort, took a talisman on his body, and then raised his sword to stab Yuan Yuan!

On the other side, Gong Yangji raised his machine crossbow, took aim, and pulled the machine.

The crossbow arrow is more than a foot long. The tail of the arrow is cleverly designed to achieve rotating flight. The arrow is made of various special materials. Metal ores dug from the silent underground fire pits are mixed with five-color ores dug from famous mountains and rivers.

Arrow shafts made of thunderbolt wood are made from a variety of seemingly ordinary materials.

It was built in a perfect location using Yuan Yu’s secret technique of Feng Shui.

Although it is not a weapon, it has functions that are not inferior to those of ordinary magic weapons, and is rather special.

The monk who was too confident in the amulet chose to ignore the mortal crossbow arrows. At the same time as the bowstring banged, the talisman flickered and lost its luster. He only felt a sharp pain in his thigh, and his body lost balance and fell face down.

"ah……"

The scream came very suddenly.
Chapter completed!