Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 6 Two Sneak Attacks
Dialect, who was hiding in a bush to restore his spiritual energy, heard the short senior brother's shout, and his heart skipped a beat.

"You are also a member of a famous family, but you can only do this kind of sneak attack from behind. If you don't come out, don't blame me for being rude."

Fang Yan suddenly felt the aura fluctuating around him, so he didn't dare to continue hiding there and quickly dodged out of the bushes.

"Huh? Why is it you, what about that woman?" The short man couldn't help but wondered, seeing that it was in dialect, how did this kid survive.

The dialect also understood at this time, the short man just thought it was the woman who killed his junior brother, and he didn't suspect himself, so he pretended to be trembling and said: "Immortal Elder, I went to make it easier. The Immortal Elder just came out and became a That's it. I have nothing to do."

The short man was a little undecided for a while, his junior brother and his cultivation base were not much different, if you say it was almost within a hair's breadth, he was killed in a single move, although he took advantage of the sneak attack, while thinking about it, his eyes glanced at it. The blood on Dialect's clothes: "How dare you lie to me?"

Fang Yan felt his neck tighten, and he was lifted up, and Fang Yan didn't know how the short guy who was much shorter than him lifted himself up.

"If you don't come out again, this little Taoist priest will die." The short man grabbed Fang Yan's collar with one hand, and held a purple-gray flag in the other, shouting loudly. The short one carried it around a few times, but seeing that the woman still didn't show up, the short one said, "Okay, if you don't come out, then don't blame me."

Fang Yan felt like a tightened iron hoop around his neck, getting tighter and tighter. It wasn't that Fang Yan didn't want to throw out the flying sword unexpectedly like just now, but Fang Yan felt that the black clothes on the short man were very strange, full of If he didn't succeed at once, he would really be doomed. But now, he doesn't care about these anymore. Dialect is ready to desperately sacrifice the flying sword.

"Stop it, you're still a cultivator, and you're threatening an ordinary person. Do you think this will work?" It was the woman in the stone room who came out.

"It's impossible for you to recover. I understand. You must have used your cultivation to suppress your injuries. After fighting for so long, your magic talismans should be exhausted. Let's see how long you can last. Haha, you still accept your fate." Let's go." While speaking, he slapped Fangyan on the back of the neck, and knocked him several feet away. Seeing that he was going to die, he waved his hands, and several black crows appeared from the flag in his hand, croaking and flying towards woman.

There was a wave of spiritual energy on the woman's body, and a yellow armor appeared, similar to the black clothes on the short man's body. She wrapped her body, and took out a flying sword in her right hand. Like her hand, several shiny things flew towards the short man in black clothes. .

The short man in black didn't care about the ice crystals from the woman at all, he just straightened his chest. After the ice crystals touched the black armor, the stalemate dissipated in an instant, but the woman over there seemed to be very afraid of the seven black crows , the flying sword in his right hand kept waving, small ice needles kept flying out, and the seven black crows also became weaker and weaker under the constant blows of the ice needles, and finally dissipated, but the place where the last one dissipated was only a few feet away from the woman. At that time, another seven black crows had already flew halfway, the woman did not dare to stop, and continued to attack the black crows with ice needles, but two still flew to the front, banged into the woman's armor, a burst of black smoke rose, and the woman There were a few more charred marks on the armor.

The third wave of black crows had already flown over. With a wave of her left hand, the woman threw out a small copper bell, which instantly grew larger and covered the woman. Before the black crows could get close to the big bell, they disappeared one after another.

With the protection of the bronze bell, the woman stretched out her hand and threw two pills into her mouth. With a wave of her right hand, she also counted until the ice crystals formed a straight line and attacked the short senior brother.

The short senior brother saw it, and was not angry but happy: "Hehe, I didn't expect that you have already practiced, but with your current strength, you can only drive it a few times at most. After these few times, I see what else you can do. "

Rows of black crows flew out from the flag and kept crashing into the bronze bell in front of the woman. Dialect had already slowed down and turned to watch the battle here. At this moment, the woman's face was pale, and the bronze bell also It was crumbling, and seeing that the bronze bell was about to dissipate, she gritted her teeth, reached out her hand and took out a small white object from her bosom, she simply stopped caring about the bronze bell, and just circulated the aura of her whole body into the object in her hand , slowly, the object light up.

Seeing this scene, the short man in black was also very surprised: "Amulet treasure? You still have a treasure talisman?" He desperately poured spiritual energy into the black flag in his hand, and the black crow transformed more quickly than before, rushing towards The copper bell in front of the woman was about to be broken, the woman sneered and threw the talisman in her hand.

The short man in black didn't care about driving the black crow any longer, he put away the black flag, took out a few things from his body, two of them attacked the flying talisman, and the rest wrapped him up layer by layer.

All I could hear was a cry from the woman's mouth: "Red Flame Star Rain, explode."

Dialect felt that he was being dragged away by someone, and when he looked up, he saw huge fireballs raining down on the short senior brother. There was a loud "rumbling" sound, including the place where he was just now, dozens of people around him. Zhang Nei was in a mess, if he hadn't been dragged away, he would have been dead and couldn't die anymore, even a god would not be able to escape such a fierce attack.

Only then did Fang Yan realize that it was the woman who dragged him away, and he felt grateful, but at this time the woman was also in a panic, the bronze bell in front of her had long since disappeared, her armor was gone, and the light yellow dress was torn. a few holes.

Dialect found that the woman was very nervous at the moment, and her eyes were fixed on the explosion on the opposite side. Could it be that the short senior brother couldn't die under such circumstances?

The fireball didn't last long. After a while, the woman put down her dialect and walked towards the place where the short senior brother was standing just now with heavy steps. Dialect was grateful for the woman's life-saving grace. Walk behind.

Having seen the spell battle just now, when he came to the front, Fang Yan was still shocked by the scene in front of him. There was a deep pit with a radius of ten feet and a depth of several feet on a flat ground. This is a hillside, and the feet are hard stones. How much force does it take to smash such a big and deep hole.

Just when the dialect was still in shock, he felt his sleeves move, and the woman grabbed her and wanted to back away, but unexpectedly, she was exhausted at this moment, and she had no more strength left.

"Hahaha, I'm not dead yet."

Hearing the short man's voice, Fang Yan looked at the woman beside him, without thinking, hugged her by the waist, and ran a few feet back, feeling that he was being grabbed by the neckline again, and it was the short man.

Looking at the woman in yellow and the two dialects in front of him, anger burst out in the eyes of the short man in black: "What a couple, you saved your little lover just now, and now it's the little lover who came to save you again. You are not mistaken, don't worry, I will make your souls inseparable forever."

The woman in yellow struggled to get rid of the dialect's hand, and stood up: "I don't know this little brother, and it has nothing to do with the matter between you and me. I will give you the purple light clock, and I will let him go."

The short brother sneered a few times: "I won't take it by myself, let him go? If you don't release the talisman, there is still a possibility, now? If your teacher knows the news, I will never think of going out of the sect again in this life." Oh, I never thought that your cultivation base is so high, and you can destroy my life-saving aura after being hit by three spirit-eating needles. Haha, I will definitely collect the souls of both of you, and go back to the sect to refine a stick of Xuanyin Ban, otherwise I would really be sorry for your care."

While chattering, I suddenly heard a voice in my ear: "Stinky dwarf, die." I felt a sharp pain in my chest, a flying sword pierced through my heart, and a burst of fire magic power in my body After destroying his internal organs, when he felt the flying sword in his body twist, the heart of the short senior brother was already smashed to pieces: "Ah."

With two slaps, Fang Yan and the short senior brother fell to the ground one after another. The woman in yellow looked at the scene in front of her in amazement. The short one was dead and couldn't die anymore. His heart was smashed to pieces unless he was a Nascent Soul or above. , and his cultivation base will be greatly reduced, not to mention a short senior brother who is a small Qi-refining monk.

If it weren't for a talisman of the woman in yellow, if it wasn't for the short man who always thought that the woman in yellow was the biggest opponent, and the dialect was just an ant, it would have been impossible for the dialect to succeed twice in a row, but this time it was It was really completely overdrawn, and the aura that had not recovered in the body was exhausted.

The two surviving people did not speak, the woman took a step into the mountain temple first, dialect put away the short things, and then entered the mountain temple, returned to the stone room, and sat on the ground to recover Aura.

(End of this chapter)