Crow's Paradise

It's night time.

Outside the small town, the Taoist disciples that Yao Yan saw during the day were moving quietly in one direction.

However, at this moment, they all changed their equipment.

Everyone changed into black robes.

The characteristic bun on the top of the head was taken off and tied into the style of an ordinary man.

The gray-blue Taoist uniform and cloud boots he was originally wearing have been replaced, and they have been replaced by ordinary men's styles.

At this time, Qi Li, who was in the lead, suddenly stopped and glanced at another Taoist disciple beside him.

The disciple nodded knowingly, and his face suddenly changed, turning towards a sinister look.

A hazy, light-colored light flashed like a smoke screen. The boy's nose drooped, and fine down feathers appeared on his face.

This Taoist disciple suddenly transformed into a big bird like an eagle and a crane.

"You watch over me from heaven."

The big bird nodded, flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

Then, among the remaining four people, three of them focused their attention on Qi Li.

Qi Li didn't say much, and said succinctly:

"Just catch this wild cultivator and interrogate him. He is a wild cultivator anyway, and his name has not been corrected. It doesn't matter which family he belongs to."

The three of them nodded, and then two of them left directly, taking a circuitous route to the left.

The remaining person, together with Qi Li, moved from the right side, seemingly intending to surround them.

When they move in pairs, they can see faint, cloud-like hazy light and shadow flickering around their soles.

The shape of clouds and mist appeared, causing their speed to surge in the woods that were not sparse but not dense either.

"Damn it, how could someone with a legitimate reputation come to a small place like this?"

The five of them tried to outflank and pursue Ye Xiu. Two middle-aged men in Yunhe robes, dressed like Taoist disciples, one of them growled.

"How do I know the reason?"

The gentler-looking middle-aged man also looked ugly:

"Act separately, otherwise no one can escape."

After hearing this, the person who asked the question was dissatisfied, but he had to agree.

However, he had no idea of ​​notifying one, two, three, and rushed out directly to the left in a nearly straight trajectory.

Such a situation made the middle-aged Na Siwen realize his face, and his face turned even darker.

Immediately, he shouted in a low voice:

"Call me Qingniao, call me Fengbo, I am Qingfeng Taoist!"

The next moment he shouted, light green clouds emerged from around him, condensing into a huge blue crane, which directly lifted his body and flew into the sky.

The gentle middle-aged man who successfully cast the spell flew up with a face full of joy.

After he flew dozens of meters high, when he turned around and looked back, he saw two men and women appearing where he was just now.

Seeing those two people, the gentle middle-aged man couldn't help but relax:

"Okay, with Qingfeng Taoism, I can ride the wind freely, and those bull noses can't catch me."

His face couldn't help but show joy.

However, almost at the same time, he saw that among the two men, a man and a woman, he vaguely saw that the man had a cold, sneer-like look on his face.

Soon, he realized what this expression meant.

In his sight, a huge white silhouette struck from above.

Like an eagle or a crane, its sharp claws came down from top to bottom and clawed at his body.

The gentle middle-aged man couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.

"Hmph! Idiot."

The middle-aged man who ran away from another direction glanced at the direction of the sky. The huge white silhouette caught the shadow of the blue bird that had just taken off, and he also took it into his eyes.

"These bullshit must have some agenda when they go to such a remote place."

The middle-aged man sneered, a trace of fire flashed in his eyes, and the seemingly kind face was filled with a sense of gloom.

He didn't think that these Taoist disciples came here just to attack wild cultivators like himself.

Once he is out of danger, he will never let him go.

The middle-aged man's feet moved quickly, and green clouds and mist similar to the clouds and mist flowing around his previous companion were flowing:

"I have long heard that there was a hundred schools of thought contending around here when Da Sheng was first built, and countless outstanding disciples were killed or injured here."

"Eighty percent of it is a secret treasure left behind?"

"Haha, this is my chance!"

While thinking, the middle-aged man rushed out of the woods without stopping and nimbly moving.

However, at this moment, a figure appeared in his field of vision.

The middle-aged man couldn't help being surprised, but after taking a closer look, he quickly discovered that the figure was an old man with an old face and simple clothes.

The other party was standing there at this time, looking at where he was.

The somewhat rickety figure looked quite thin.

Of course, the middle-aged man would not judge people by their appearance. He rolled up two green clouds with his hands and flicked them in front of his eyes:

"Open the heavenly eye!"

The scene was not as expected.

This old man is just an ordinary person. He is neither an official nor a wild cultivator.

However, I can't leave any traces now.

"Old man, it's your fault that you saw something you shouldn't have seen."

The green was flowing, and the wind blew under the middle-aged man's feet, turning into a green silhouette and rushing towards the old man.

The green and flowing green space looks amazing.

If someone is not very discerning, they may even recognize this middle-aged man as a legitimate disciple.

He grabbed it out with one claw, and the flowing green color vaguely turned into a crane bird with cross-wind patterns. The claws had a strong tearing feeling and a strong wind whirlpool, as if no one could escape from its palm.

However, the confident middle-aged man saw a slight change in the old man's movements at this moment.

"Hmm...is this the power system of this world?"

Yao Yan looked at the middle-aged man who came towards him, his mood calm.

At this time, the opponent grabbed his claws, and the wind came out of the bird shape, making it almost impossible to dodge.

However, Yao Yan himself was not a vegetarian.

He opened his mouth, and behind him, vaguely, a shadowy crow with an unusually clear beak and other vague outlines emerged:

"It's too rough. If you make a mistake and hurt yourself, it's nothing. But if you break your hand, it's not good."

As the shadow of the black crow appeared behind him, a small crow flew out from his body and quickly crashed into the palm of the middle-aged man's hand.

Then, in the middle-aged man's field of vision, white crows with sharp horns on their heads flew out of the old man's body and flew towards him.

demon! ?

The situation that happened in a short moment made the middle-aged man unable to react for a while.

The white crow went one step further and got directly into the palm of the middle-aged man's hand.

Facing the middle-aged man's attack, Yao Yan took a step back, turned sideways to avoid this almost sure-kill move, and then——

A black crow with wolf-like features flew out of his body and hit the middle-aged man's palm.

In a brief moment, the black crow got into the hands of the middle-aged man who had accumulated several white crow marks.