Tian Xingjian also reacted very quickly. He did a cartwheel and dodged the oncoming sword light.
"What the hell!"
Tian Xingjian exclaimed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
Chen Yang frowned and said: "In the previous defensive formation, anyone could see that the formation existed, and the formation was right in front of them, so they could easily destroy it. Don't you think it's strange?
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"Obviously the first magic circle is just to make the intruders relax their vigilance and ignore the trap that follows."
Chen Yang raised his hand, raised his fingers together, and fired a spiritual light towards the small pit on the ground.
The sword energy before was shot out from the small pit.
"Boom" sound.
The small pit exploded, and a small device containing spiritual stones was exposed in front of the two of them.
Chen Yang's eyes flashed, and there was another spiritual light, which shattered the spiritual stone on the device. Then he stepped forward, bent down and picked up the device in the pit.
"Is it the sword energy emitted by this thing that almost killed the fat man?"
Tian Xingjian came over and asked.
Chen Yang nodded and observed the strange device in his hand.
Opening the shell of the device, Chen Yang found that its internal structure was very similar to a puppet weapon. He had seen similar puppet tricks in the Qian Ji Puppet Technique. After installing such tricks in the puppet's body, the puppet became extremely aggressive.
Seeing the real thing here, Chen Yang was also amazed.
At this moment, he noticed a cold light flashing beside him and turned around quickly.
The cold light grazed his chest and hit the ground, creating a deep crater.
Chen Yang took a closer look and found a small flying knife-shaped magic weapon stuck on the ground.
"who!"
Chen Yang shouted loudly, and at the same time drew out the Thunder Sword and slashed a sword energy in the direction of the flying knife.
"boom!"
A huge boulder not far away exploded, and corpses flew everywhere.
But no one could be seen behind the boulder.
Chen Yang narrowed his eyes, swayed, and shot lightning like a crossbow toward his left hand!
His spiritual consciousness detected that there was an undetectable aura behind a huge stone nearby.
The practitioner hiding behind the boulder did not expect that Chen Yang would immediately discover his hiding place and hurriedly threw several flying knives.
While Chen Yang was dodging the flying knife, the black shadow suddenly galloped away into the distance.
"Boom boom boom!"
None of the flying knives hit, and quickly shattered a boulder behind Chen Yang.
However, these flying knives did not affect Chen Yang's speed at all. He galloped towards the black shadow, raised the long sword with light in his hand, and was about to strike at the fleeing black shadow with one strike.
"Stop it, one of our own!"
At this moment, Tian Xingjian's voice came from behind.
Chen Yang quickly restrained his sword energy and stopped pursuing.
The black shadow in front also stopped and turned around.
Only then did Chen Yang see the other party's face clearly.
He is actually a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old!
The young man was dressed in black and had a thin face. He was not ugly, but there was a coldness in his eyes that made people feel uncomfortable.
"Fat Tian?"
The young man looked at Tian Xingjian, his eyes widened, and he looked very surprised.
"Put away your weapons. He is the one the fat man is looking for."
Tian Xingjian trotted over dragging his fat body.
But he saw Chen Yang still holding the long sword and squinting at the young man walking towards him.
"Xiao Chen, don't be nervous, we are one of our own."
Tian Xingjian said quickly.
Chen Yang said calmly: "People can change. He also has a flying knife in his hand, so be careful."
Tian Xingjian followed Chen Yang's gaze and discovered that the back of the boy's hand was facing them, and there was obviously a weapon hidden in the center of his palm.
"Yuan Fei, give the fat man some face and take away your throwing knife."
Tian Xingjian said helplessly.
"All right."
The young man named Yuan Fei shrugged, stopped, showed the throwing knives in both hands, and then put them into his storage bag.