Being calculated

Author: Qingcha is still the same

As his voice fell, a wave came from the air.

Around everyone, people in black robes appeared out of thin air.

They were wrapped tightly.

Those who don’t know thought it was a thief from where he wanted to be a night visitor.

A team of 100 people in black surrounded a circle, surrounding everyone in the circle.

The casual cultivators who had fought with the snake before were now standing behind the young man.

There were other people who came out of the disciples of the sect one after another.

Standing behind the young man.

Such a shocking change caught everyone off guard.

Surprise hung on their faces.

"Junior Brother Jia, what did you do in the past?"

Walking towards the young man, a young man wearing the costumes of a disciple of the Beast Control Sect kept walking, his face was so cold that he didn't even bother to say anything.

The little disciple who had a clear and stupid look revealed a little anxious when he saw this, he raised his foot and wanted to follow him.

He was held down by the person beside him.

"Are you stupid? He is not our junior brother, maybe he has been an undercover agent from the beginning."

"Impossible, there must be other reasons in this. Perhaps Junior Brother Jia was forced to do so."

The face of his face turned black.

He pulled his arm and threw the person back hard, "Enough, you're making trouble, I'll feed you Chihu."

Similar things happen one after another.

But no one else is as innocent and stupid as the disciple of the Beast Control Sect.

Humankind’s sorrows and joys are not consistent.

No matter how volatile other people's minds are, it will not affect the Mommy who is in a super good mood at this time.

Her eyes were wide open at this time, and the light in her eyes was almost turning into substance.

Such a worthless appearance is really unsightly.

Feng Ming's mouth twitched, and he held his forehead speechlessly, "Little Junior Sister, saliva flows down."

My mother, who was awakened by dreams, had big eyes and watery eyes. She subconsciously reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth.

He didn't feel the wet saliva, and his mind woke up and rolled his eyes at Feng Ming.

The tone is old-fashioned, like the director educating disobedient students, "Senior Brother Third, stop making trouble, I'm doing serious business."

Fengming:...

Is it just about being a man in black who is drooling?

Judging from the reaction of the junior sister, he thought he had already known the identities of these men in black.

Although the reaction of the Nirvana Fire in his body made him guess, the little junior sister's salivating eyes made him even more sure.

All of these people belong to the evil clan.

He could also confirm from the eyes of his junior sister that those who were wrapped in black robes probably had evil spirits on them.

"Who are you? What do you want to do when we lead us here?"

After being deceived here and being plotted like this, Mengzi could no longer help but ask angrily.

The young man still smiled shyly and honestly, "Who am I? I am me. As for why you want to come here and what you want to do..."

"It's very simple. I just have a small favor. I want to ask you to help you. Don't worry, I'm a good person and I won't kill you. I just need to take a little of your blood and then borrow your body and soul for use."

Everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Take their blood, and their bodies and souls?

Isn’t this just killing them?

The atmosphere at the scene was tense in an instant.

The smell of gunpowder spreads in the air.

"Go on."

They didn't give them more time to sort out these things, the young man waved his hand.

The hundred men in black obeyed orders and rushed over at the moment when the words were finished.

The speed was very fast, the sharp wind rustled, and the opened cloak was like a blood-sucking bat, revealing its sharp teeth, trying to bite its prey in one bite.

Everyone wanted to resist, but something worse happened.

When they used their spiritual power, their bodies suddenly became empty, and their bodies were also a little more powerful, and an inexplicable force restricted them.

Let them stay where they are, like lambs to be slaughtered.

"Where is my spiritual power? Am I trapped in place?"

"My spiritual power is gone, and I am trapped."

"Don't come over, get out of here."

Everyone struggled, hoping to break free from the inexplicable limits of their power.

I tried hard to squeeze the dantian, hoping to squeeze out a little spiritual power, even a little bit.

But everything they did was in vain.

I could only watch the men in black robes pounced in front of them, strangled their throats, and pulled them to the round platform.

Yijianmen also lost their spiritual power.

Also, I can only stay where I am.

But unlike other sects who do not have spiritual power, they cannot resist.

They naturally practice swordsmanship and swordsmanship. They can use swordsmanship without spiritual power, but they are not that strong.

But barely forcing can play a little blocking role.

A man in black pounced on Qin Han.

Qin Han pulled out a sword flower in his hand, and the sharp sword edge reached the chest of the man in black.

Although it was restricted, Qin Han's speed was still not slow, and there was a strong sword energy attached to the Hanshuang sword.

Sharp and solemn.

Sword energy is not spiritual energy. Here, spiritual energy is limited, but not sword energy.

The man in black obviously didn't expect that someone would resist, and his cold pupils contracted slightly.

He turned sideways and wanted to avoid this sword, but the distance between the sword and him was too close.

Seeing this sword, he was about to poke him to his heart.

On Qin Han's hand, the sword energy attached to the Hanfrost Sword dissipated as if it suddenly lost its energy.

Although the sword finally stabbed the man in black, it did not have much impact on him.

Just when the man in black wanted to reach out to grab Qin Han, he accidentally found a black token in the other party's hand.

The thin white fingertips knocked on the token three times, like some kind of code word.

The man in black kept his movements and continued to attack Qin Han, who "barely" blocked him.

The two seemed to be fighting very hotly, but they really just looked.

Before we knew it, there were much fewer people in black around Yijianmen.

The disciples of Yijianmen don’t understand why.

But I heard the voice transmission from my senior sister in my mind.

When he took action, his expression was fierce, and he seemed to be murderous but he had no intention of murderousness.

Without much effort, almost all the others were arrested on the roundabout.

The round platform obviously doesn't look big, but those people are not crowded at all. It seems that there is a space formation on the round platform.

Now none of Yijianmen has been caught.

The Yijianmen is still fighting fiercely, and it seems that they will not be able to hold on in the next moment, but they always fight back at the most critical moment.

The young man who noticed this scene frowned.

What's going on? He has given a special restriction on the most special and difficult person. Now, these sword cultivators without spiritual power, no matter how strong their physical strength or good their sword skills are, they cannot last for such a long time.

He waved his hand and asked everyone else to pass by, and quickly stopped him.

Of course, the people in black wanted to listen to the order, but they remembered the token again and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Do you follow the orders of your own people to beat your own people?
Chapter completed!