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He learned from secret channels that the evil-repelling mirror in Qingshan County had disappeared, evil incidents occurred frequently, and the county magistrate Li Tai was actively recruiting talented people.
He happened to have some tricks up his sleeve, and with a little use, he was able to deceive Li Tai.
He was just about to make a fortune by using the excuse of casting a spell, but he was disrupted by the Zuo family.
"Master, please forgive me, Master, please forgive me!" said the white-faced young man in panic.
"Forget it." Taoist Qianshan had a gloomy face.
"Left wins, left wins."
"This man is considered the best master of the Zuo family. If we destroy him, it will be a good opportunity to scare the enemy away."
As he spoke, Taoist Qianshan clasped his hands together and chanted a spell in a low voice.
His voice was low and rapid, and although he was clearly speaking alone, it seemed as if hundreds or thousands of people were whispering at the same time.
A ball of black gas the size of a human head appeared in front of the two people, gathered and condensed inward.
The black gas disappeared, replaced by a pale paper man.
The paper man's body is covered with thin black lines, which look like the meridians of the human body.
The facial features are hollowed out, making the shapes very lifelike.
There is a bright red word "Xia" on the back.
When the white-faced young man saw the paper man, a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face, and he subconsciously took two steps back.
"Why are you running? Hurry up and feed the paper man some blood."
"Master, Master, I..." The white-faced young man suddenly became incoherent.
"Hurry up!" Taoist Qianshan stared at the white-faced young man coldly.
The pale-faced young man’s scalp tightened.
Taoist Qianshan has more than one disciple.
Now he is the only one left.
Those disciples who dared to disobey him all disappeared, no one saw them alive or dead.
Gritting his teeth, the white-faced young man took out a dagger, untied the white cloth on his right hand, and made a fierce cut on the wound that had not yet healed.
Thick blood slowly gushed out.
The paper man floating in the air looked like a cat that smelled fishy smell.
It slowly floated to the palm of the white-faced young man.
A gulp sound like drinking water was heard.
The pale-faced young man's face grew paler.
After a while, the paper man floated up from the palm of the hand, and its pale body turned into bright red.
Taoist Qianshan looked at his pale-faced disciple and took out a black pill with a pungent smell from his arms.
"Well done, eat it."
"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master!" The white-faced young man swallowed the pill in one gulp.
His face suddenly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His eyes were bright and his whole body became excited.
"Master's immortality elixir is becoming more and more mysterious!" The white-faced young man complimented with a look of enjoyment.
Taoist Qianshan looked at his disciple with a smile, a look of satisfaction on his face, but his eyes were cold and without a trace of emotion.
At this time, the paper man seemed to come alive after absorbing the blood, and the whole paper became lively.
"Cuckoo..."
The little man floated in the air, pointing his little hand behind the two of them, and screaming and waving his claws.
The master and disciple turned around suddenly.
In the dark night, I saw a figure half-bending over, walking tiptoe along the wall under the eaves.
"Who are you!" the white-faced young man yelled.
Chen Mu froze, turned around and looked at the two of them awkwardly: "I'm just going to go to the bathroom, you guys continue, you guys continue."
"Didn't you say this was an abandoned house? How could there be people here!" Taoist Qianshan stared at his disciple fiercely.
The white-faced young man panicked and quickly asked Chen Mu: "Who are you?!"
"Forget it." Taoist Qianshan put away his anger and glanced at Chen Mu coldly: "Go and deal with him, don't delay the important matter."
"Yes!" The white-faced young man looked at Chen Mu with a grim smile.
"I just happened to see it. How about we just say goodbye and do our own things?" Chen Mu quickly calmed down.
These two people have cold temperaments and don't seem like good people.
Chen Mu didn't want to get too entangled.
"It's just your bad luck." The white-faced young man turned a deaf ear and stared at Chen Mu coldly.
His right hand brushed across his waist, and suddenly a soft, thin sword appeared in his hand.
Chen Mu's mind raced, and he spoke clearly and logically: "It's late at night and everyone is asleep. Any noise will be heard far away."
"If we really start fighting, I'm afraid it will ruin everyone's business."
"Just you!" The white-faced young man sneered and walked towards Chen Mu indifferently.
He traveled all over the country with Taoist Qianshan.
His Xuanpin sword technique is as soft as water and as hard as a whip. Countless so-called knights have died under his sword.
If the two of them hadn't acted in secret, they would have already made a great name for themselves.
Chen Mu's heart tightened.
Strictly speaking, this was his second time fighting against a martial artist.
I didn't feel anything when I taught those young thugs a lesson before.
When Sheng Hong was beaten to death, there was no preparation, they just threw stones at random.
At this moment, looking at the white-faced young man walking towards him with a gloomy face, Chen Mu felt uneasy: "There are two people on the other side, which is a bit too many."
Chen Mu secretly glanced at Taoist Qianshan, who didn't take him seriously at all, and felt relieved.
Just don't pay attention to yourself.
Chen Mu's scalp tingled when he glanced at the blood-red man floating in the air.
Looking at the white-faced young man getting closer and closer, he gritted his teeth and thought: "Throw a dart at him, if it doesn't work, retreat!"
He reached into his sleeve with his right hand and held an iron lotus seed in his palm.
"Come on." The white-faced young man held the sword in his right hand and spread his hands in front of his chest in a welcoming gesture.
"Aren't you going to take action?"
"come here……"
Woo!
In an instant, a black shadow flashed by.
The iron lotus seed in Chen Mu's hand was like a bullet, suddenly breaking the air between the two people and passing through the left chest of the white-faced young man.
Phew!
A ball of blood exploded behind the pale-faced young man: "You...you!"
puff puff!
Before he could finish his sentence, two more holes appeared on the forehead and corners of the mouth of the white-faced young man.
Blood dripped down his chin.
The whole yard suddenly became silent.
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Chapter 39 Qian Kun
Chen Mu was stunned on the spot.
The pale-faced young man was confident and fearless, thinking that he was a strong enemy. But he didn't expect him to be so unbearable.
Three iron lotus seeds were killed and Chen Mu didn't even have time to react.
Taoist Qianshan twitched his skin.
He personally taught his apprentice the Xuanpin sword technique, which was extremely powerful. He did not expect that he would be defeated by a small hidden weapon. He could not help but become furious.
"You idiot, you forgot that even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit."
Then he glanced at Chen Mu coldly.
"The medicine man that I raised with great difficulty using the Immortal Ascension Pill is only two days away from maturity. What a pity! How hateful!"
Taoist Qianshan’s face was as gloomy as water.
"We're going to die, so we can't waste it."
The little red paper man immediately flew slowly to the body of the white-faced young man.
The thin paper man lowered his head and bent over, as if he had exhaled a long breath, then raised his head and leaned back, his posture was exactly the same as that of a person taking a deep breath.
Along with the paper man's breathing.
The temperature in the entire house dropped by three points.
All the blood in the white-faced young man's body immediately flowed out from the wound into the air and completely sank into the paper man's body in the blink of an eye.
The pale-faced young man was truly pale now.
Chen Mu felt his scalp tingling.