As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Jiang Ming did not attack anymore, just to see what the other party wanted to do, but he did not expect that the other party's target turned out to be him.

"Do you want to attack me?"

Jiang Ming said quietly, and then became a little strange.

After he asked this question, the man suddenly fell down, with pain in his eyes, and murmured to himself: "Help me, help me quickly, I know your medical skills are very good, just... rely on you."

Jiang Ming was confused, but based on what he said, he wanted to help him up, but was stopped by Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe.

"I don't know what kind of substance he has on him. Look, this green skin contains a lot of poison. It's best not to touch him."

Jiang Ming also thought this was the case, but he still took action and covered his palms with spiritual power, trying to feel his pulse.

However, he discovered that the other party's pulse was in a state of disorder.

At this moment, a knife suddenly appeared in front of him, almost cutting his hand.

He stepped back, avoiding the knife, which also fell to the ground.

Sikong Wuyuan looked frightened, and then looked around.

However, there was no movement around, not even birds.

He couldn't help but feel strange.

"Who threw the sword?"

"No matter who threw it, he definitely didn't want me to have contact with this person, but why? Could it be that this was the person who poisoned him?"

Yuan Hehe was stunned for a moment and said, "Is this person poisoned? He doesn't look like he's been poisoned. He looks like he's dead."

"Already dead?"

Jiang Ming looked at him and couldn't help but think more.

"Is it possible that the person in front of you is dead?"

Hearing this, Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe shook their heads and said: "How is this possible? How can a dead person be still alive and talking, and ask you to save him? This dead person doesn't even He has a brain."

"That's true."

Jiang Ming nodded and stood up.

At this time, someone suddenly made a voice.

"Who says dead people have no brains?"

This voice was exactly the same as Yuan Hehe's. Sikong Wuyuan and Jiang Ming's eyes fell on him at the same time.

Just now he said that dead people have no brains, and now he is refuting it. What is going on?

Unexpectedly, Yuan Hehe covered his mouth, shook his head and said, "That's not what I said. Who is talking here?"

"I'm the one talking."

The same voice as Yuan Hehe appeared again, but it was obviously in front of Yuan Hehe.

Sikong Wuyuan couldn't help but said in confusion: "Yuan Hehe, are you teasing us?"

Yuan Hehe couldn't help but waved his hand and said: "What kind of friendship do we have? Why should I tease you? It's more like others teasing us."

He felt a chill behind his back and quickly turned his head to find a man who looked different from him but had the same voice standing here.

The man was stunned for a moment and said: "I didn't expect you to find out. I thought you had no brains."

Sikong Wu Yuan and Jiang Ming couldn't help but grin when they looked at his pretended aloofness.

This person imitates Yuan Hehe and speaks more rationally.

"I am no longer Yuan Hehe, I am now His Highness the Savior."

The man smiled cleverly again, and his voice became the same as Jiang Ming's.

Jiang Ming quickly stopped him: "Don't say anything to me. I don't think we are in tune."

The man started to pretend again: "Don't be like this. Although it's our first time to meet, we can still be friends."

"I've always been curious about you. I've been here with you for a long time. Why don't you let me come with you? Whatever you want to do, I can do it with you."

"Have you been following us this whole time?"

Sikong Wuyuan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then said in shock: "How is it possible? I didn't even notice you, how could you find me?"

"I am the shell."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took out the shell from Jiang Ming's pocket, and shook it at a few people.

Jiang Ming snatched the shell and stuffed it into his pocket.

"How is this possible? Stop talking nonsense."

It's not like he hasn't seen this shell before. Apart from itself, this shell has nothing else. He is not happy that a shell spirit suddenly comes.

Unexpectedly, this man turned to Jiang Ming with aggrieved expression: "Don't you know me? Master, I am the Shell Spirit."

"Go away, don't have anything to do with me. I don't have the strength to have a master-servant relationship with you."

Jiang Ming looked uncomfortable and waved his hand to the side.

The man suddenly began to feel aggrieved again.

"If you're like this, what do those things I helped you with before count?"

Unexpectedly, at this time, the shell seemed to be unable to stand it any longer, so it directly emitted light and struck the man on the head.

Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe couldn't help but said: "Look, this body is not willing to acknowledge you. You are still pretending, so you should go home and feed yourself."

As they spoke, they both couldn't help but laugh.

The man became angry and said: "Why are you laughing? This shell really has no points, and it doesn't even cooperate with me."

"You just wait, when my master comes, you will all die!"

"Another one said master, who is your master?"

Sikong Wuyuan clicked his tongue twice, completely dismissive.

Seeing this, the man couldn't help but be shocked and said: "Why don't you have any intention of being afraid?"

Yuan Hehe shook his head helplessly and said: "I'm afraid you are not a child who has just started cultivating. What should we make a fuss about?"

Jiang Ming didn't notice what was going on here. While Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe were holding him back, he went over to check on the green-skinned man.

He really wanted to know what kind of illness that person had.

The person pretending to be Shell Spirit noticed him, raised his hand and released another hand blade, but this hand blade was pinched by Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming threw the thing out with his backhand, and the blade immediately hit the head of the person pretending to be the Shell Spirit, almost cutting off his head.

But he was punished and had half of his hair cut off.

The originally round head turned into a flat one. He immediately covered his head, gritted his teeth at Jiang Ming and said: "Your Highness, the savior, why do you specialize in cutting people's heads? If I weren't smarter, this head would have been gone long ago. ”

"Why do I feel like your head is filled with water?"

Sikong Wuyuan looked at this person's whole body, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. He couldn't help but said in shock: "You are not my junior brother He Zi'ang who travels around the world, are you?"

"Bah, who is your junior brother? My name is indeed He Ziang, but it has nothing to do with you. Don't be related to me."