Author: Daoge

The scalpel was pulled out suddenly, and the person under the knife gasped for a few times in pain, covering the blood-surging neck and retreating.

"Sister Lan, what are you doing?"

Fang Shu's eyes turned into confusion, shocked and begged, but there was no hatred and complaint.

The throat was full of blood, and the mouth was constantly vomiting blood and staining the lining of the white hexagram, and the sound was broken and blurry: "Do you think I'm fake?!"

"You are so dedicated, I believe it if I almost 100 million points."

Yan Lan sighed with emotion, "Domestic entertainment can't afford to invite talents like you. With this acting skills, it's better to just switch to the official career and go to the business world."

Fang Shu was finally a little angry and shouted: "Sister Lan, what are you talking about?! You..."

He suddenly realized that he didn't care about being injured at all, and his voice was hoarse and begged: "Are you affected by the Nine-Headed Dragon? If this is true, you should follow what I said..."

"In addition to the half of the dragon heart bone fragrance, I also stuffed the cut-off dragon head for the art of martial arts."

Yan Lan rubbed the scalpel clean on her clothes and didn't look at the technique of suddenly stagnating:

"It means that he can leave this and go to the cableway, and he can even go through the reservoir and go to the Dragon Palace to offer sacrifices without even waiting for me."

"I have a memory that is incomplete and chaotic, and audible and hallucinatory, but such a simple plan can still be designed."

Yan Lan tsk, "And you have too many fox tails. What kind of IQ can't even hide a mental illness?"

Fang Shu, who was squinting on the ground, looked gloomy and sarcastic smiles when he pulled the corners of his mouth:

"Do you, a Taoist priest who has broken magical veins, dare to speak loudly in front of me. Is it really a pity that you have a long life?"

"Those who have achieved changes in numbers and change in shapes are called transformation, which is called illusion. Illusion was called magic at an earlier time."

Yan Lan looked down at him:

"To put it bluntly, it is a technique of fraud and deception. It is practiced as a false but not real, and it seems to be true, and it is false and confusing the real. Invisible and distracting the eyes, changing the skin and face are just an introduction to illusion."

Yan Lan looked at him pickyly, and his tone was plain: "Just your level of showing off your feet everywhere, I'm afraid I can't get into the game."

"Fangzhi" saw her for a few seconds, and suddenly burst into laughter with a half-spinning, and the blood hole in her neck was torn.

[End Liao, give this little girl a silly Liao]

"Hahahaha, it's so good."

The voice was hard to tell the difference between male and female. The next second the laughter stopped abruptly. The person in front of him suddenly pulled half of his hand into his neck, pulled wider the wound, and "take off" the skin directly.

The blood on the ground surged like a boiling sound, densely condensed into red silk and swelled back, and in the blink of an eye, a new outer skin covered with potholes of fat bone.

It was an extremely beautiful face, with sharp eyebrows, and the mandala hairpin was inserted into the bun.

"It's a girl."

Yan Lan automatically ignored the disgusting skin change just now, and smiled and said, "Dare you ask the girl's name?"

"Naran Jin, a practitioner of illusion."

The woman's eyes were cold, and she flirted with her ears, with contempt:

"I would like to ask Master Yan to give me advice."

After the words came, the figure approached—

Continuously narrowing the distance, almost attacking the fist with the face, attacking and defense with strength, fast fists and close defense, and flexible horse stance and fast falling!

"Three sided hands, picking hands, breaking hands."

Yan Lan raised her arm sideways, and Nalan Jin shook her hand and rushed straight, "Wing Chun Fist?"

"What," Yan Lan was very interested, "The mage of the Illusion Sect wants to be a warrior?"

"Since your magical vein is broken, I won't bully you with illusions." Nalan Jin's eyes raised slightly, his eyes with a little charming look. "I like to defeat the other party in the areas where others are proud of."

She said that she was flexing her hand, and her arms no longer had the power to activate the fast punch and attack directly. She felt and reacted very quickly when the bridge and hands were connected. She did not chase her hands and rush to ensure that the center of gravity remained unchanged.

[Damn, Wing Chun! I met a martial arts family after I died]

[Illusion? Could this be a newcomer arranged by the club "Yun Jixian"]

[If it is really a background Yun Jixian, Yan Lan will suffer, and if she wins, she will be revenge]

[Wing Chun she used, what did Yan Lan use]

[Can't you tell it? Tai Chi]

The punch of the Breaking Cun Cun was hit straight down, Yan Lan's arm pushed the block with his hand, and the force was light and calm, neither floating nor stiff. Nalan Jin immediately pitched and rotated slightly, and attacked with his right hand again!

Yan Lan had expected that he would follow the trend of the Vajra pounding pestle and transform into a strong attack. He stroked Nalan Jin with both hands to attack, avoided the outside of his body, raised his knee and raised his hand to block his side attack.

Nalan Jin quickly retreated and escaped from the blockade. When he raised his hand and attacked sideways, he was blocked by Yan Lan's hands, and he pulled the skewed sideways!

[She is in a mess!]

Nalan Jin's face changed slightly, but it was too late to retreat after judging the situation-

The Tai Chi power moves softly but never slackens, moves like a bow, and bursts like a thunder. It almost instantly fades away the water soft trend, which is harder and faster than the Cun Jin.

[This is the master's fight only in a moment! The loophole is the opportunity, kill her]

Yan Lan quickly turned sideways, her feet fell to the ground without being slouched, and she punched her fist with her close body, which broke Nalan Jin's nose!

Fast and fierce, Nalan Jin sensed that the fist wind had no time to dodge.

The fist was close, but it stopped abruptly when it was millimeters from the bridge of the nose.

"The same sentence," Yan Lan chuckled calmly, "The mage is not a warrior, and it is easy to suffer losses if melee combat."

[How can I hold back such a strong force]

[I am a martial artsman! It is much harder to practice smooth and tightening than to force a fierce punch. It is a realm, everyone!]

[What thing, why not kill me directly? Indecisive]

Nalan Jin did not hesitate and jumped out of Yanlan's attack range.

"You shouldn't have stopped, that punch will have no effect on me."

"I know, I'm just afraid of getting dirty." Yan Lan teased, "After all, your first lesson in illusion is to peel bones and peel. The skin and flesh are no longer flesh, they are all bloodworms, they look very similar..."

She paused and added with a smile: "Maggot."

Nalan Jin's face froze and became violent: "You are really looking for death."

[Damn, why do you still have to be provocative?]

[It's over. I didn't use illusions just now. This crazy man with a ill mind is looking for death all day long]

Nalan Jin Han's eyes stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers with a "pop".

The clothes on her body changed into a black cheongsam, with an evil red fox embroidered on it, and three tails wrapped around her waist to the back.

The fox flexibly juts his claws, and his three tails sway their eyes and smiles.

"Yo," Yan Lan raised her eyebrows slightly, "Don't tell me, your Illusion Sect is still getting together with the Immortals from the Witchcraft Sect."

"Fox Fairy is aware of illusion, I just borrowed some power. Who can appreciate the broken things in the witchcraft door?"

Nalan Jin sneered, brushed the mandala wooden hairpin with his hand, and the light green powder fell into his hand, and recited the trick:

"The hairpin hides three feet of the world to kill evil spirits, and creates a wish to bloom in an instant, and it can bloom in an instant, without real but false but seem real, and the imperial edict!"

With a casual lift, the powder turned into a red flame in the void, shaped like a lotus, rushing straight towards it with high temperature.

"The ancient color magical trick produces lotus from the fire?"

Yan Lan quickly dodged to avoid the flames and was blown out of the fire pit on the spot.

The flames followed, Yan Lan headed straight to the fish bone shrine, and stopped suddenly as he approached—

I saw that the stairs on this side were also destroyed, and several pairs of scarlet eyes were shaking at the entrance of the stairs.

The black dragon grinned at her maliciously.

The fire lotus and fangs behind him rushed towards him together.

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Chapter completed!