Immortal Space

  Chapter 56 Unlucky Poison Wood

"These idiots, can they find this place? Since they want to hunt us down, why do we have to wait for a long time?" The thin monkey was eating roast meat and drinking spirit wine, his mouth was unclear. muttered.

  Received the news two hours ago that Lin Yun had chased out of the city with fifty people.

   After eating a stomach full of spiritual food and wine, I need a quick refreshment.

   "Eating can't stop you from talking. You have left so many clues for them. Anyone who knows a little bit about tracking can find the way." Xu Lun said beside him.

   "Then we might as well be more straightforward and leave all traces for them. Isn't it much more convenient."

   "This is different. We are the weak and the one being hunted down, so we have to look like we are being hunted down. If something goes wrong, we are demons, which is easy to make people suspicious."

  Xu Lun took a sip of the spirit wine, and said, "You should read more books, you may have to take on important responsibilities in the future."

   "I also want to read, but every time I read a book, I feel sleepy. I never suffer from insomnia, and I can fall asleep as long as I read a book." The thin monkey was also a little helpless.

  At that time, most of the soldiers in the Chu State Army came from the academy.

  Educated well, capable of writing and martial arts, anyone has the possibility to become a general.

  Only people like Shouhou who picked it up halfway, didn’t even know how to read at first, and only learned to read in the army.

   After another hour, it was getting late, and the secret sentry ten miles away sent a message talisman, and Lin Yun led a team of fifty people to arrive.

   "Everyone is ready to fight, the enemy still has a stick of incense time to arrive."

  Zhang Chunfeng stood up and shouted loudly: "There are two enemies who are at the late stage of Qi training, Lin Yun, the son of the Lin family, who has trained Qi at the eighth level; and an old man who has trained at the ninth level.

   In our first round of attacking the target, we will kill this old man who has cultivated the ninth level of Qi. "

  Zhang Chunfeng talked about some battle plans and tactical coordination, and then everyone ate barbecue and drank spirit wine again. It was no different from before, secretly ready to launch a thunderous strike at any time.

   After a while, a group of monks from the Lin family really lived up to expectations and came in mighty form.

  Lin Yun's high-profile journey naturally attracted the attention of countless people. Among the cultivators of immortality, there are no less good people than those in the secular world.

   A little farther away, there was a large group of monks who were watching the excitement, and the total number of monks was probably more than that brought by Lin Yun.

  Watching can increase one's own combat experience. If both sides fight and lose both, they may be able to fish in troubled waters.

   Seeing Lin Yun approaching the flat ground surrounded by a large group of people, the group of people who were sitting, drinking and eating meat suddenly stood up.

  The formation seems to be scattered, but it is vaguely encircled, and the future is surrounded in the middle.

   "Hahaha! Wang Hong! Where in life do we never meet again? I didn't expect that we would meet here. After staying in Qingxu City for so many years, how did I come up with it today? It seems that we are really destined..."

   "Attack!"

  Lin Yun originally expected the other party to find out that he was being hunted down, and then show surprise, fear, anger, despair, unwillingness and other expressions.

  Unfortunately, he didn't see anything, and he had already prepared a lot of words, but he only spoke half of them.

  The other party attacked them like a fierce spirit.

  We are the ones here to hunt down, shouldn't you find a way to escape?

   Before Lin Yun and his group could react, dozens of spears flew over their heads with the sound of wind and thunder.

  The main target of this round of attack, Taoist Poison Wood, was praised by the sharp-mouthed monk and the eight-character eyebrow monk before, pinching his beard and smiling, maintaining the image of a senior.

  It's just the slightly squinted triangular eyes, which made his temperament look too sinister.

   At this time, a large gun shadow was pressing on his head. He was surrounded by stars like a moon before, and he was a little complacent and self-satisfied, but now it has become the way to death.

  He changed directions several times, trying to dodge, but the surrounding people were too dense, and he was blocked by his panic-stricken companions, and Qi training monks couldn't fly.

  He could only watch the shadow of the gun pressing down on his head, and only had time to sacrifice a high-grade defensive shield.

   I just had time to rejoice that I had saved a top-grade defensive magic weapon over the years.

   Then I saw a dozen spears hitting the shield.

  These long spears were thrown out with great force, and each one carried tens of thousands of catties of strength.

  This attack was divided into two waves. In the first wave, more than 20 spears were fired at the poisonous wood Taoist in the middle from several directions at the same time.

   Only a dozen of them were poisoned, and the rest of the spears sealed off the surrounding area. Just these dozen or so long guns are not easy to bear.

   A dozen or so long spears add up to at least a hundred thousand catties of force, all exerted on a shield.

  There were cracks visible to the naked eye on the shield, and they continued to expand.

  The Poison Wood veteran can only input spiritual power into the shield with all his strength to maintain the shield's defensive power.

  After a wave of attacks, the shield was already covered with cracks, as if it would shatter with just one more poke.

  While continuing to inject spiritual power into the shield, Taoist Poison Wood looked at the escape routes around him.

   However, the opponent would not give him a chance to breathe. The first wave had just ended, and the second wave of guns had already arrived.

  The first wave of throwing soldiers have already thrown their spears again, forming a continuous cycle of attacks.

  The second wavelength gun has already hit the shield, and this top-grade magic weapon shield shattered into pieces amidst a crackling sound.

   Taoist Poison Wood didn't react, and he was shot with another wave of light, and the spiritual power shield on his body was pierced like paper.

  Poison Wood Taoist, a well-known master of poisoning, has not yet used his special skills, and has been stabbed into a hedgehog by a spear in a moment of carelessness.

  The incident happened suddenly, from the shot to the death of the poisonous tree, there was no time for a breath.

  Lin Yun, including his subordinates, was completely unprepared. He never expected that the other party would be so decisive and kill him.

   A group of people panicked and wanted to escape, while others were on guard. Only three of them threw a few talismans at Wang Hong's side in a panic, but Zhang Chunfeng easily dispelled them.

  But no one thought of rescuing Taoist Poison Wood. It has always been the norm in the world of cultivating immortals that a dead Taoist friend never dies a poor one. They just watched their strongest fighter being killed like this.

   At this time, the rest of the people also had their own thoughts, and only a few diehards remained firmly by Lin Yun's side.

  Yin Wolf mixed in the crowd and looked around, looking for an opportunity to escape. He was originally forced to join the battle.

  He just wanted to use the hands of the Lin family to avenge his brother, but he didn't intend to kill him himself.

  If Lin Yun is defeated, and the ancestor of the Lin family is a foundation cultivator, even if the Lin family is really dead, he can still rely on other forces and instigate them.

  The monks who watched the battle from a distance found favorable terrain and prepared to watch the battle.

   Some monks even took out the table from the storage bag and put some spirit wine and spirit tea on it, so as to look more like a fairy.

   It's just that the spectator monks are not ready yet, and a fight has already started ahead.

   "It's too fast, I'm not ready to call as soon as we meet." A black and thin young man laughed.

   "It's estimated that this is just a young man with no fighting experience. Immortal cultivators will fight without saying a word." Another fat monk beside him said jokingly.

   "Yes, the normal procedure should be to speak harshly first, then stare at each other, both sides yell and curse, and the battle will officially start two hours later." Obviously these two people have profound experience in watching battles.