Fang Xi touched his arms, took out a small bottle of medicine, poured out a pink pill from it, and stuffed it directly into Chunyu's mouth.
Although Chunyu was in a coma at this time, he was still vaguely resisting.
But Fang Xi would not be polite to her. She forced the woman to open the teeth and poked the pill in with her fingers...
In addition, he took out a few golden needles and inserted them on Chunyu's head.
“Woo…”
Chunyu's eyelids trembled violently, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and his originally clear eyes were blurred.
"Tell me, your name..."
Fang Xi's eyes shining brightly, and there was a strange force in his words.
This is ‘Ecstasy’!
The tips Fang Xi learned from Master Jiuxuan.
Not only do we need to use medicine and acupuncture, but we can only use it by cultivators with spiritual consciousness against mortals without spiritual consciousness. If the target is a cultivator who is even a first-level Qi refining level, it will be completely invalid, which can be said to be quite restrictive.
As for the legendary "soul searching technique" and other things that can be used against immortal cultivators, Fang Xi has never even seen it.
"Chunyu..."
Chunyu's eyes suddenly had a hint of green light and he answered in a daze.
"Tell me, your status in Yuanhe Mountain..." Fang Xi continued to ask.
"The deacon in Blackstone City, Yuanheshan..."
"What's your purpose for you this time?"
"Catch Zhang Junming, the guard's uncle ordered to save his life..."
"Are you arrested? It's a little strange..." Fang Xi touched his chin: "Tell me all the martial arts you know... There are books and God's intentions, tell me where I am..."
...
Half an hour later.
“What a pity…”
Fang Xi looked at Chunyu's beautiful figure and sighed.
According to the confession of the other party who was infected with the ecstasy, she did not practice Yuanheshan’s famous secret secret essay - Yuanhe Five Thunder Hands!
In fact, Linghu Yang, the only one who received the True Teaching in the Yuanhe Mountain branch, was only a broken part, with the highest reaching the True Martial Arts Master, and there was no subsequent content of the Martial Saint.
Well, in Chunyu's mind, there is another title about the Grandmaster - Zhengang Martial Saint!
Apart from that, this girl is useless.
Fang Xi stroked the other person's hair gently, then passed through the other person's round earlobe and small chin, and then came to the swan-like slender neck position.
Click!
He had no expression on his face and twisted the woman's neck.
A generation of beautiful women died here.
Nothing blood happened.
"It seems that we still have to face Linghu Yang head-on."
Fang Xi really didn't want to fight with a real martial artist who was comparable to the second level of body refining.
Even if the other party is not a cultivator, there are many methods left.
But now, there is no choice.
...
Half a month passed soon.
Yuanheshan branch.
As the teams that went out disappeared, there was no return date.
Even the stupidest disciple discovered something was wrong.
One or two teams disappeared, and it can be said that they are not lucky.
But all the disciples sent out to search for materials are missing, which is definitely not something that the wood man without wisdom and the mantra can do!
There is definitely a terrifying enemy outside, hunting people from Yuanhe Mountain!
Even the other party's tracking skills are extremely clever.
Linghu Yang went out to patrol several times, even pretending to be an ordinary disciple, mixing in the team as bait, but he could not catch the trace of the cunning enemy!
Affected by this, the originally agreed martial arts alliance immediately changed to a wait-and-see attitude.
After all, those old foxes are best at changing their minds and being fences.
As Linghu Yang's temper became more and more anxious, he either beat or scolded ordinary disciples. Many disciples could not bear the pressure and fled one after another.
As a result, the huge Yuanhe Mountain is now in a state of scattering with trees...
"hateful!"
Qiao Wuchang looked at the door.
The originally ordinary world is now like a terrifying abyss.
Outside the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold, there seemed to be countless monsters lurking, specifically hunting them.
Only by being by Linghu Yang can you feel a little safety.
He had long dared not go out, but with the food consumed day and night, his anxiety was increasing day by day.
"Sir Deacon, we are almost out of food, what should we do?"
A Yuanheshan disciple came to Qiao Wuchang and reported quietly.
"How is that possible?"
Qiao Wuchang instinctively didn't believe it, after all, they were the most fully reserved force.
But after thinking about it, my face turned from white to red, and a hint of hideousness appeared: "Today I personally led the team to search the rooms of each disciple. All the women who came here were killed. Let's start with this deacon...
Have you taken a big bite?"
"yes……"
This disciple originally wanted to say something, but the deacon was going to take the lead in killing the concubine of the mansion chief, and he had nothing to say.
"You go down..."
After sending the disciple away, Qiao Wuchang felt more and more humble and said to himself: "No... I have to talk to the uncle guarding, this won't work!"
Linghu Yang's whereabouts have been a bit strange recently, but Qiao Wuchang has subconsciously ignored this abnormality.
After sorting out his words in his heart, he came to Linghu Yang Gate, knocked respectfully three times, and said, "Uncle Linghu, Qiao Wuchang is asking for a meeting!"
"Come in!"
Linghu Yang's voice was very calm, like a undercurrent under the iceberg.
Qiao Wuchang pushed the door and saw Linghu Yang put on his coat and looked at him with a smile: "Wuchang, how long have we known each other?"
"Since the day when I came to Black Rock City, Wuchang has been following him for three years and six months."
Qiao Wuchang bowed and answered.
"But... you failed my trust." Linghu Yang said lightly.
Qiao Wuchang immediately knelt on the ground: "I would like to forgive my sins. This is because of the secret villain... there are not enough warriors to capture them..."
Half a month ago, when the commander of the martial arts masters was ordered, Linghu Yang gave Qiao Wuchang a task.
Originally, with the strength of Yuanheshan, it was very simple to attack and capture some lonely warriors.
But after the recent appearance of the mortal enemy of Tiansha, Qiao Wuchang didn't even dare to go out of the gate, so naturally he didn't mention arresting warriors or something.
"Forget it, if you do something for me, I will forgive you." Linghu Yang walked to a room, lifted the floor, and showed a black hole, and waved: "Come on!"
"I'm willing to be heartbroken and die!"
Qiao Wuchang hurriedly followed, and was also a little surprised. When did Linghu Yang dig an authentic tunnel in his bedroom?
This tunnel is not long, and after entering it, it becomes a cellar.
In the cellar, it is...
Qiao Wuchang's eyes widened slightly.
Linghu Yang's faint voice came: "Didn't you say... to be fooled by me? Then I will fulfill your wish!"
"ah!"
In the cellar, a creepy scream suddenly came.
...
"Brother Fang!"
Zhang Junming and Fang Xi stood side by side, looking at the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold under the cloudy world.
During these days, he and Fang Xi joined forces to kill Yuanheshan's outing teams, and killed Yuanheshan's turtle and could not hide. He had already let out a fierce breath and felt relieved in his heart: "Now Yuan is now
There are not many disciples in Heshan, only Qiao Wuchang can fight, but he can't hide. What should we do next?"
"It's very simple. Kill in from the main gate. You hold Qiao Wuchang and I kill Linghu Yang. It's that simple!"
Fang Xi calculated the strength of both sides and made a decision.
At this time, both sides are changing their positions. If it is time to take action, you don’t have to hesitate at all!
Nowadays, there are not many disciples left in the Yuanheshan branch, which cannot satisfy the premise that many ants can bite the elephant to death.
"It's just right! Someone wants to be a pioneer!"
Zhang Junming laughed loudly, stepped out, and came to the main entrance of Yuanhe Mountain stronghold.
He exhaled and started to make a sound, his muscles wriggled, and sarcoma grew one after another on his arms, as if he had gathered all his strength in a punch and smashed it out!
A punch opens the sky!
Bang!
The thick and strong door split instantly.
Then, Zhang Duanming rushed into the Yuanhe Mountain stronghold like a chariot, and a large number of disciples screamed.
“Huh?”
Fang Xi took a light step and jumped several feet and got on the wall.
He sat down and watched Zhang Duanming slaughter the disciples of Yuanheshan, but he was a little surprised.
‘Where is Linghu Yang?’
‘And Qiao Wuchang didn’t even take action?’
Something went wrong, Fang Xi resisted not taking action, lurking all the way, following Zhang Junming, who was killing all over the world.
"Haha...a group of cowards dare to surround me and kill me?"
Zhang Junming punched a Yuanheshan disciple and stepped on him hard.
The head under his feet exploded like a watermelon, and the red and white flowed all over the floor.
This scene looks terrifying, but as a true martial artist, he cannot move his mind.
Even if he is a little kinder, he will never have the heart of the Virgin when encountering such an enemy who wants to kill him.
In this era where you may starve to death at any time, kindness to others is cruelty to yourself.
Zhang Junming fought a bloody road and rushed to the inner courtyard. He also felt something was wrong: "Linghu Yang, Qiao Wuchang...get out!"
The next moment, a door shattered.
Among the countless wood chips flying, a figure hit him and slapped out with a palm.
Zhang Junming's muscles were squirming, and he was connected with fists.
Bang!
The moment the fist and palms were intersecting, Zhang Junming felt a terrifying force, like a tide of overwhelming force, breaking through the true power at his peak.
puff!
His cloud whale was broken and flew backwards, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
Zhang Junming half-kneeled on the ground, looked at a figure in front of him, and shouted out word by word: "Ling, Hu, Yang?"
The only one who can easily defeat his true power burst out in his body is the true martial artist!
"You're the mouse that has been hiding outside?"
Linghu Yang, wearing a blue coat, turned around and looked at Zhang Junming with a little disappointed: "It's just that..."