Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Since this step, I will pick it up. It is you who killed Li Xiaoqiang. It is also you who hired the murderer to take my notes. You are not allowed to investigate the matter of the year. You are afraid that the truth is known and afraid of destruction. The sacrifices of the year were big! Mr. Wu Lao, I am right?"

Under Ye Shaoyang's coercion, Wu Leyi calmly returned to the tea table, took the tea bowl, slowly drank, and looked at the window leisurely. He said: "If you have evidence of my crime, you can hand it over to the police. Grab me, if there is no... young people, it is illegal."

Ye Shaoyang shrugged. "Don't scare me, I am blind, I don't know how to understand the law, so I want to ask, forcing others to commit suicide, is it illegal? Forty-nine people, I am very puzzled, how come you have been these years? This is what you call the accompaniment to heaven. When you drink tea, don't you fear that there is a dead man's hair inside?"

Wu Leyi suddenly stopped the action of drinking tea. The hand of the tea was twitching slightly, but there was no more reaction, but some people did not do it.

Wu Xujun stepped forward and glared at Ye Shaoyang: "Stop, Mr. Ye, you will pay for your speech!"

Ye Shaoyang glanced at him. "Which one is it?"

Wu Xujun a glimpse.

"The index finger refers to the old man who has a long time to write a pen, and he has a suffocating temper, which means that he always touches with evil things, so I know when you shake hands, you are a mage."

After Wu Xujun listened, the action was very subtle and sniffed his collar.

Ye Shaoyang smiled and said: "Don't smell it, the suffocation on your body, you can't smell it yourself, and most people can't smell it."

Wu Xujun calmed down and said: "I have heard that Maoshan Road is awesome, and I have the heart to ask for advice. I have no chance, please ask Ye Tianshi to give two tricks." After that, the right hand lifted and found something thrown on the ground, hands separated. , constantly changing the shape of the finger, after the thing landed, a light smoke emerged, and a sly human figure appeared between the two.

It is a round-headed thing, with a mask of ghosts on his face. The movements of the limbs are very stiff, but the speed is extremely fast.

"Wooden man!" Ye Shaoyang looked at it immediately.

Using martial arts to control the wooden man, this kind of spell, a lot of folks can be repaired, but the wooden man in this way is very rigid, can't do anything, basically has no practical meaning, just for performance.

But Ye Shaoyang found that this wooden man is different: the speed of action is far more than that of the average human being, and it is a kind of spiritual power of wood. It is quite compelling, and nodded at the moment: "It's a bit interesting."

Wu Xujun sneered a smile: "More interesting is still behind, Mr. Ye, pay attention."

"Oh." Ye Shaoyang responded with a word.

At this time, the wooden man had attacked him. Ye Shaoyang stood still and raised his right hand. If the palm was flat, the **** padded on the index finger and pinched a finger. The volley hit the past, and the palm was broken. On the mask of the person, "bang", the wooden man fell on the spot.

That's it, it's over.

Wu Xujun's face sank, and his right hand squeezed out a stone of white fat and white jade. The left hand continued to stroke on it, and the curse in the mouth kept going.

On the collapsed wooden man, a blue smoke emerged, and the seven hundred and eight broken bodies were shaken and raised. They formed each other and worked in a blink of an eye. They formed seven wooden people and surrounded Ye Shaoyang in the middle. When I came up, I waved my arms and the offensive was like a human being.

Wooden man array! This was the culmination of Zhuge Kongming. This guy, there is some strength.

Ye Shaoyang immediately pulled out the Taiji whisk from the belt, and walked in the wooden array. He only defended against counterattacks and explored the trajectory of the actions of the seven wooden men. After several rounds, he had mastered seven or eight points, and the movement suddenly accelerated. Stepping on the sky, reversing the array, living in front of a wooden man, the dust tail of Taiyi whisk on the nails of the left hand, touched the cinnabar, wrote a "shen" on the face of the wooden man word.

"Sun Jing Fu!" Wu Xujun sank and called out.

Ye Shaoyang thought, this guy is still a bit of insight, and he used it to be the "Nikken" in the "Eight Eight Immortals": the Japanese is long, the top is not in the head, the font is "A", you can kill the ghost, come out For the "by", can prevent the corpse change, up and down two points, yin and yang conceal, can break the evil spirits!

The word "申" was written well, and Ye Shaoyang read the spell once. The wooden man did not understand it immediately. The original seven or seven were in the same position. They were each other, and one less. The array immediately failed to work. Ye Shaoyang easily seized the opportunity. Waving too much to brush the dust, and on the other six wooden faces, the words "Shen" were written one after another. When the hand was stopped, all the wooden people no longer moved.

Ye Shaoyang gave a sigh of relief and looked at Wu Xujun through the gap between the shoulders of the two wooden men.

Wu Xujun’s forehead has already oozing cold sweat, his left hand keeps swaying on the stone, and the wooden man trembles. He wants to break through the seal of the Japanese Jingfu. Wu Xujun’s sweating for this tiredness is still unsuccessful.

"It’s not so easy to make such a big effort. It’s not easy to let them move." After that, Ye Shaoyang single-handedly printed the manuscript, raised the palm of his hand, and then pressed back, only to hear a series of "bombing". The sound, the seven wooden people collapsed and collapsed, except for a piece of wood chips, nothing.

Ye Shaoyang shook his head gently and walked over to Wu Xujun. Wu Xujun refused to fail, single-handedly printed, and shot at Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang also made a handprint. Facing the past, the moment when the two palms meet, Ye Shaoyang does not move, just blowing a gust of wind from the front, the clothes move, and the other side's strength is removed.

Wu Xujun was snoring, his body moved back flat, then he stepped back a dozen steps and looked at Ye Shaoyang with a very unwilling look.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he raised his hands and held them together. One by one, Zhang opened his mouth and read the spell. A black gas slowly spread out from the Yintang area. Outside the room, there was a rustling sound. It seems that something is coming through the bamboo forest.

Ye Shaoyang frowned, what is this spell, summoning the monster?

"Okay." Wu Leyi looked at his son, Wu Xujun put down his hands, the black air between the eyebrows, the rustling sound disappeared.

Wu Xujun looked at Ye Shaoyang, and there was a trace of desolateness and unwillingness in his eyes.

Wu Leyi looked at Ye Shaoyang and said, "You come to me, want to know?"

"Where is the big Thai wizard, where?"

Wu Leyi did not say anything. After a while, he said: "Ye Tianshi, whether you believe it or not, everything I do is not for myself. You may think that I am a student, but I started school, just to Providing people with a place to study, among all my business, the school is almost the smallest. You can ask Miss Zhou."