Although Meng Lingdi was blind, there were three teachers beside Tang Wenzhen, all of whom were well-known figures in the dark world.
Peng Yifeng, the dramatist, is an artist who manipulates and teases people's destiny in the palm of his hand and uses life as a drama.
Dao Zong is a powerful Shu Xingzi, a majestic and virtuous real person.
The bodyguard master Gong Zhongxia is a descendant of the ancient bodyguard industry. Although this profession has disappeared in modern society, he has inherited the bravery of the bodyguard master.
When facing three people, Li Xuan could still brazenly say that he would solve the problem himself. In Tang Wenzhen's opinion, this was simply ridiculous.
"Three teachers, please capture him quickly, force him to learn his skills, destroy his tricks, and avenge Teacher Meng!" Tang Wenzhen said.
Peng Yifeng had the best relationship with Meng Lingdi. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Let me do it!"
As he spoke, a surge of spiritual power surged in Peng Yifeng's fingertips, turning into threads invisible to the naked eye.
Peng Yifeng comes from drama, that is, an actor in ancient times. This industry is in the dark world, but it represents the terrible warlock who manipulates people's hearts.
On the stage, they create characters, and off the stage, they also take pleasure in manipulating the fate of others.
At this moment, the spiritual power on Peng Yifeng's fingertips turned into dozens of threads, which was the most terrifying secret technique in opera: puppetry.
Connect the silk thread to the human body, manipulate the human body to make various twisting movements, and finally split the human body into pieces.
This kind of killing technique is very cruel and perverted even to people from the three sects and nine schools of thought, but Peng Yifeng never tires of it.
"Lao Meng is my best friend, and you actually damaged his eyes... I will let you experience a lot of pain before I use up your tricks." Peng Yifeng said, his hands shaking rapidly like a spasm.
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The silk threads were silent, invisible and colorless. As Peng Yifeng's fingers trembled, they moved towards Li Xuan. These spiritual power threads were covered with thin barbs everywhere. As long as they touched the skin, they were like leeches.
Go deep into the flesh and dwell within it.
Once the silk thread enters the body, Li Xuan will become a puppet controlled by Peng Yifeng. Every move of his fingers will cause severe pain in his flesh and blood, and he will involuntarily follow the silk thread and move.
The so-called pulling a hair affects the whole body is the most appropriate way to describe Peng Yifeng's secret technique.
Seeing Peng Yifeng take action, Luo Shiyan sighed inwardly.
Li Xuan is in danger!
When the silk thread fell, Li Xuan didn't react at all. The thread was directly wrapped around his body, even his vital neck.
Peng Yifeng was overjoyed. He had seen Meng Lingdi injured and was still a little worried about Li Xuan.
Now, if you entangle Li Xuan as soon as you make a move, it is equivalent to completely controlling Li Xuan's life in your hands.
"Hahaha, you are just a new Qi practitioner. I don't know where I learned some secret skills of the three-legged cat, and I was able to plot against Lao Meng." Peng Yifeng said ferociously, "Now, you have been controlled by me, I let you
Whatever you do, you have to do!"
"What!" Ye Weiran hid behind Luo Shiyan, trembling with shock when she heard this.
Luo Shiyan's face was also a little ugly. He originally thought that Li Xuan could at least resist, but he didn't expect that he would be controlled by Peng Yifeng without even the slightest reaction.
Luo Shiyan knew all too well the consequences of being controlled by a fortune teller. He once had a friend from the Mo clan who was proficient in mechanism skills who offended the fortune teller and was attacked by a surprise attack on a dark and windy rainy night. When Luo Shiyan found him
, the body has been split into more than a dozen pieces, and the desperate fear still remains on his face.
Fortune tellers, as their name suggests, treat human life as a game, and every fortune teller is extremely cruel.
When Li Xuan fell into Peng Yifeng's hands, it was no longer a question of whether he could survive, but a question of how to make his death less painful!
Li Xuan didn't react at all. He looked at Peng Yifeng calmly and said, "What do you want me to do?"
"Are you still being stubborn?" Peng Yifeng's face was cold, "I don't like to hear you talk. Now, use your own hands to pull out your own tongue!"
As he spoke, Peng Yifeng trembled with his fingers, controlling the silk thread to touch Li Xuan's flesh and blood, trying to force Li Xuan to tear off his tongue with his hands.
In Peng Yifeng's view, no one can resist the pain of being pulled by the thread. Regardless of whether they are willing or not, they can only follow their own instructions, otherwise their whole body will be broken.
Of course, listening to instructions has the same result, it is just the difference between dying faster and slower.
Peng Yifeng's face was full of pride, waiting for Li Xuan to submit.
However, he suddenly opened his eyes wide with a look of extreme horror.
Li Xuan raised his hand lightly and grabbed it lightly. All the threads attached to his body were pinched in the palm of his hand and crumpled into a ball.
"How is that possible?" Peng Yifeng's chin almost hit his feet.
Those spiritual power threads are extremely sharp and have barbs. Not to mention Li Xuan, a pretty boy with thin skin and tender flesh, even those powerful warriors with strong steel and iron bones cannot catch them with bare hands, otherwise they will inevitably lose their flesh and blood.
It's so blurry that it can even cut off the palm of your hand at once!
But Li Xuan actually grabbed all the threads in his palm. This kind of physical power was something Peng Yifeng had never seen or heard before. It was simply not like a human being.
"Is this your secret technique? It's too evil and cruel. You must have done a lot of evil. Then I won't have any psychological burden if I kill you." Li Xuan kneaded the thread as if kneading it.
Balls of plasticine.
Who is Li Xuan? He was the Great Luo Jinxian in his previous life and a powerful foundation builder in this life. In the eyes of others, the mere thread of puppetry is a terrifying weapon that can cut through iron like mud. In his eyes, it is no different from ordinary wool.
Want to hurt Li Xuan?
This power is simply not enough!
Peng Yifeng stared at Li Xuan kneading the thread in stunned silence, with only one thought in his mind: I am no match for this person!
Peng Yifeng made a quick decision, turned around and was about to run away. He finally understood in his heart that Meng Lingdi's blindness was not due to a lack of investigation, but that Li Xuan was really strong!
While thinking this, Peng Yifeng already jumped backwards.
While escaping, Peng Yifeng made a few more threads and formed a net in front of him. If Li Xuan pursued, he would definitely hit the net. As long as this net could stop Li Xuan a little, Peng Yifeng could escape.
sky.
It's a pity that God's calculations are not as good as those of humans. Peng Yifeng had just taken half a step back when Li Xuan raised his hand and clapped it.
The silk threads in his hands, and the silk threads forming a web, all rolled out with Li Xuan's slap, pressing hard on Peng Yifeng's body.
"Ahhhh!" Peng Yifeng let out a shrill scream.
The silk threads were indeed extremely sharp. Even though they were made by Peng Yifeng, his body could not withstand such sharp threads. The threads completely cut into his flesh and blood, severing skin, muscles, blood vessels, and bones.
"Pfft", blood spattered, and Peng Yifeng was torn into pieces!