Immortal Space

"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.

Two hours ago, Lin Yun received the news that he had chased out of the city with fifty people.

After eating a stomach full of spiritual food and wine, I need a quick fight to digest food.

"Eating can't stop your mouth. 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 the traces for them. Isn't it much more convenient."

"This is different. We are the weak and the one being hunted down. We have to look like we are being hunted down. If something goes wrong, we are demons. It 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.

Back then, most of the soldiers in the Chu State Army came from the academy.

With a good education, capable of writing and martial arts, anyone has the possibility to become a general.

Only the thin monkeys who picked it up halfway, didn't even know how to read at first, and only learned to read when they were in the army.

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

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

Zhang Chunfeng stood up and shouted loudly: "The enemy has two late-stage qi practitioners, Lin Yun, the son of the Lin family, who has practiced qi-level eight; and an old man who has practiced qi-level nine.

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

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 scene sparsely, probably more people than Lin Yun brought together.

Watching can increase one's own combat experience, and if both sides lose in the fight, they might 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 seemed to be scattered, but it was vaguely encircled, and all future comers were surrounded in the middle.

"Hahaha! Wang Hong! Where in life do we never meet again? I never thought we would meet here. After staying in Qingxu City for so many years, how did you come up with it today? It seems that we are really destined..."

"attack!"

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

It's a pity that he didn't see anything, and he had already prepared a lot of words, but he only spoke a small part.

The other party launched an attack on them like a ferocious god.

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 that his slightly squinted triangular eyes made his demeanor look too sinister.

At this time, a large shadow of guns was pressing on his head. Before being surrounded by stars like a moon, he was a little complacent and self-satisfied, but now it became the way to kill.

He changed several directions, trying to dodge, but he couldn't bear the crowds around him, and was blocked by his panic-stricken companions, and Qi training monks couldn't fly.

He could only watch helplessly as the spear shadow pressed down on his head, and he only had time to sacrifice a high-grade defensive shield.

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

Then I saw a dozen spears hit the shield.

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

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

Only a dozen or so spears 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.

Visible cracks appeared on the shield with the naked eye, and they continued to expand.

The old poisonous wood 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.

Taoist Poison Wood continued to inject spiritual power into the shield while looking 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 soldiers in the first wave of throwing had already thrown their long spears again, forming a continuous cycle of attacks.

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

Taoist Budi Poison Wood came to his senses, and shot him with another shot, and the spiritual power shield on his body was pierced like paper.

Taoist Poison Wood, a well-known master of poisoning, has not yet used his unique skills, and was accidentally pierced into a hedgehog by a spear.

This time the incident happened suddenly, from the shot to the killing of the poisonous tree, there was not even a single breath.

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

Some of the group of people panicked and wanted to escape, some were on guard, only the three of them threw a few talismans at Wang Hong's side in a panic, all of which were easily dispelled by Zhang Chunfeng.

However, no one thought of rescuing Taoist Poison Wood. It has always been the standard of 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 Lang 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 avenge his brother through the hands of the Lin family, but he didn't intend to kill him himself.

If Lin Yun was defeated, and the ancestor of the Lin family was a foundation cultivator, even if the Lin family really died, he could still join 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 spiritual wine and 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.

"That's right, the normal procedure should be to talk 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.