"Cousin, what's going on with this Taoist priest?" Huzi looked at Fan Lue who was hacking at the air, his big ugly face full of doubts.
Xi Zhong rolled his eyes, how could I know what this immortal cultivator is going crazy about?
However, there is still a trace of speculation in my mind.
Judging from the fact that the man in brocade clothes was able to escape from Fan Lue successfully before and go to the cave to kidnap Li Erbiao, Fan Lue must have been cast by some kind of illusion spell, causing Fan Lue to fall into an illusion.
Of course, this is just Xi Zhong's guess. These immortal cultivators have vast supernatural powers and endless methods. It is not yet known whether they are illusions or not.
Huzi looked worried and asked, "Cousin, what should we do now?"
Now this immortal cultivator is unconscious, and they are just ordinary people, and in this wilderness, surrounded by jackals, tigers and leopards, if they act rashly, let alone return home safely, just whether they can get out of this mountain or not.
Two different things.
Xi Zhong touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
The current situation is that the three of them, including Li Ping'er, wanted to leave but couldn't. Why don't they leave? Fan Lue didn't know what trick the man in brocade had tricked him into, and he was hacking everywhere. He might even chase after him later.
They were slashing. If they really chased the three of them and slashed, it would be difficult for these three mortals with no cultivation to compete.
In this case, we can only fight.
Xi Zhong instantly made up his mind.
Find a way to knock Han Lue unconscious!
"Tiger."
"Hey!" Huzi responded quickly.
He looked at Xi Zhong expectantly, knowing that his cousin had an idea.
"Let's sneak up behind Taoist Han later, and then you pick up a stone and throw it at the back of his head as hard as you want. Don't hold back, you know!" Xi Zhong ordered with a serious look on his face.
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"Ah?" Huzi was stunned when he heard this, and then a look of hesitation appeared on his ugly face.
Smash the gods?
In the eyes of a small villager like him, Han Lue was the immortal master. If he were asked to pick up a stone and attack the immortal master, he must be a little timid.
Seeing Hu Zi hesitate, Xi Zhong was shocked.
Now at the critical moment of life and death, why are they still hesitating? If they hesitate any longer and wait until Han Luo points his sword at them, will they still have a way to survive?
He quickly said to Huzi with a straight face: "Huzi, do you want my cousin to die?"
"I don't want to!" Huzi shook his head like a sieve.
He didn't obey anyone but his cousin. He definitely didn't want his cousin to die.
"Then if you don't destroy this Han Lue, your cousin will die!" Xi Zhong threatened.
In fact, Xi Zhong could do this kind of thing himself, but Hu Zi's strength was far greater than his own, and the probability of knocking Han Lue unconscious was definitely higher than his own, so Xi Zhong asked Hu Zi to take action.
Seeing that his cousin didn't look like he was joking at all, Huzi's hesitant expression gradually disappeared, and finally turned into a determined expression, "Okay, cousin and I will go and smash this fairy master later!"
Obviously, in Huzi's view, his cousin is much more important than the so-called immortal master.
Seeing that Hu Zi had already agreed and that it shouldn't be too late, Xi Zhong gave Hu Zi a look.
Hu Zi understands.
Then the two of them each picked up a stone from the ground, ducked and carefully ran into the grass behind Han Lue.
At this moment, Han Lue no longer had the immortal spirit he had when he was in the village. He was swaying and waving the sword in his hand casually, as if he was drunk.
A drunkard dances with a sword.
When Xi Zhong saw this, he twitched the corners of his mouth and covered his face with his hands.
Xi Zhong has always longed for cultivating immortals in his heart, and his impression of those who cultivate immortals has always been that they are soaring in the clouds, riding in the mist, with sleeves swaying like gods.
But after experiencing so many things during this period, my enthusiasm for cultivating immortality can be said to have receded again and again.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on me.
In my impression, the battle between the immortal cultivators should not be a majestic scene in which the sky is shattering and the earth is shattering, magic weapons of various colors come and go.
If you leave Han Lue and Jin Yiren here, it will be like a scene of rough guys fighting each other with ping ping pong.
In the end, you, Han Lue, actually fell into someone else's trick and swung your sword around like a drunkard.
Shame on you!
Lose your Zen face!
If the leader of the Luo Chan Sect knew that Han Lue had been turned into such a bird, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.
Thinking of this, Xi Zhong was shocked again.
What should we do if the leader of the Luo Chan Sect is as unreliable as Han Lue?
However, I quickly rejected this idea in my heart.
After all, he is also the leader of a sect. His realm must be much higher than that of Han Lue, and he should not lose his status like Han Lue.
Xi Zhong shook his head to get rid of the random thoughts in his heart, then turned to look at Hu Zi and asked, "Are you ready?"
Huzi, who was holding the stone in his hand, nodded, "Get ready, I can hit the immortal master at any time."
"Okay, I'll count three times. After three times, you can hit it when you get the chance."
three……
two……
one!
Huzi's biceps suddenly bulged, his face became ferocious, and his veins popped out, and then he smashed the stone in his hand directly towards Han Lue's head.
boom!
Hit the bullseye.
Han Lue's body froze, and then he fell straight to the ground, motionless like a dead fish, and at the same time, a bag slowly appeared where his head was hit.
Xi Zhong and Hu Zi looked at each other with surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.
Is this going to fall?
Is this person who cultivates immortality so fragile?
What about the legendary aura body protection?
"Huzi, go over and take a look." Xi Zhong ordered.
Although Huzi was a little scared, he had to obey his cousin's order.
There is no way, Hu is not convinced by anyone, just his cousin.
After Huzi walked over carefully, he picked up a branch and poked Han Lue, who was unconscious on the ground, but there was no movement.
He was overjoyed and shouted to Xi Zhong in the distance: "Cousin, come here quickly, it's done!"
Upon hearing this, Xi Zhong ran over with a dark look on his face and glanced at Han Lue lying on the ground, feeling complicated in his heart.
His desire to cultivate immortality began to waver a little.
He faced Han Lue and clicked the view button, and then Han Lue's information appeared in front of him.
Name: Han Lue.
Cultivation level: ninth level of foundation building realm.
Shouyuan:36/174.
Spiritual root: the sixth level of spirit.
Favorability: Chance encounter (50)
Status: Coma.
Um?
There is an extra status bar?
"Cousin, what should we do now?" Huzi asked blankly.
Xi Zhong put away Han Lue's information panel, looked up at the moonlight, pondered for a while, and then said: "Drag the immortal master back to the cave to rest first, and then make other plans after the immortal master wakes up.
"
"Sure, listen to my cousin." Huzi smiled naively.
Then he worried again: "What if he wakes up and goes crazy again?"
There was no sign of respect for this immortal master in his words.
It seems that after this incident, the image of this immortal master in Huzi's heart suddenly collapsed.