Song and Hu looked at each other and hurriedly followed.
With the psychic eye around, even with the cover of night, it would be difficult for the opponent to escape Muchen's pursuit.
He didn't know what kind of flying magic weapon or escape technique the other party used, but his speed was actually no slower than Muchen.
In the field of vision of Muchen's psychic eye, the opponent ran around for a while and then plunged into the mountain.
Obviously the other party wanted to rely on the complex terrain to get rid of Muchen and others.
Unfortunately, this method did not work well for Muchen.
"call out!"
Three paper birds flew towards them. They were chopped open by Muchen's sword energy and exploded in mid-air.
This kind of thing is difficult to detect when hidden in the night, but it cannot be hidden from Muchen's eyes.
After smashing more than ten paper birds in succession, the other party seemed to realize that this method had no effect and could not even delay time, so he stopped using it.
After the two men chased each other and ran away for a while, in Muchen's Dharma Eye field of vision, the other party actually stopped.
"What does this mean? Is there any trap waiting for me to pass?"
Muchen couldn't help but hesitate. Since the other party dared to stop, he must have something to rely on.
"Brother Mu, where did that guy go?"
After a while, Song Hu and his two men arrived belatedly.
"The person is over there."
Muchen pointed to a lake ahead.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go and deal with him quickly."
Song Hu didn't say anything, and he was about to fly over there.
"Senior brother, calm down. If that guy dares to stop, there must be something wrong."
Ling Huaiyuan grabbed it and persuaded him.
Finally there is someone with a brain.
Muchen glanced at the two of them and thought.
"It's okay if there are traps. The worst thing we can do is be more cautious."
Muchen said, taking out a few talismans and handing them to the two of them: "Take these talismans. There are some offensive and defensive ones. Check them out first. You should be able to put them to use in a while."
"Brother Mu, were you really a wild cultivator before? You are too rich."
Song and Hu looked at the talismans in their hands with excitement on their faces. These talismans were rare and extremely powerful.
The talismans that Muchen took out were all miscellaneous trophies from the past. They were too weak for the monks in the Concentration Realm, but they were indeed rare and good things for the monks in the Qi Training Realm.
There should be no problem now.
With these talismans, Song Hu and Ling Huaiyuan will greatly increase their fighting power in the next battle. Coupled with me, a super-standard Qi-training monk, I don't believe that I can't defeat him!
With this thought, Muchen led the two of them towards the lake below.
Before the three of them reached the bottom, dozens of paper birds flew towards them.
This battle is really scary for ordinary Qi-training monks.
"There is no need to use talismans now, I will deal with these guys."
Muchen stopped Song Hu and the other two who were about to use the talisman, and swung his sword directly to slash out. The sword energy fell like raindrops, destroying every paper bird accurately.
Even if his cultivation level is only in the Qi Training realm, Muchen's skills are still there, but his swordsmanship is far beyond what Qi Training realm monks can compare with.
"Brother Mu, your swordsmanship is so superb. You are even better than Master Ouyang, who is good at using swords in our sect."
Huaiyuan looked shocked and stunned.
Song Hu's expression was similar.
Fortunately, Muchen didn't use all his strength when he dealt with them, otherwise they would have been cut into eight pieces.
The three of them came down and saw clearly the appearance of the performer.
The other person was an old man with a cane, with white hair. The hand holding the cane was dry and bloodless. It was trembling, as if he might fall down at any time.
I really don’t know how this old guy ran so fast just now!
Muchen couldn't understand, but the world of immortality cannot be judged by common sense.
Maybe if someone uses a secret technique, eight legs may appear on his body and run together at extraordinary speeds!
Everything is possible.
"Old guy, why are you pretending to be a ghost?"
While Muchen was wary of any ambush around him, he stepped forward to question.
"A few brats dare to interfere in my affairs."
The old man sneered and said: "That's fine, I just use your corpses to refine a few Yin soldiers."
"Things that are so shameless. You are still in the Qi cultivation state at your age. I really don't know if you have cultivated to a dog's belly at such an old age, or if you are too cowardly and hide in dark corners all day long and dare not come out.
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Song Hu caught the opponent and dealt a burst of damage.
During the process, he also sent a message to Muchen, saying that this was his psychological tactic.
I don’t know if Song Hu was right. After hearing these words, the old man became extremely angry and quickly took out something and threw it into the water.
"What is this old man doing?"
Song Hu said doubtfully.
"Don't worry about what he does, it's definitely not good."
After Muchen finished speaking, he sent a message to the two of them, asking them to test the old man, while he was wary of what he had just put into the water.
The two soon started fighting with the old man.
It can be seen from the way the old man fights that this guy is indeed a wild cultivator. His various spells are diverse and not systematic. At first glance, he seems to have been pieced together.
But compared to his combat experience, the old man was obviously better than Song Hu and Ling Huaiyuan.
"What did this old guy just put in the water?"
Muchen stared at the water thoughtfully, even if he used his psychic eye, he couldn't see anything unusual.
Although the psychic eye is powerful, it can only capture the fluctuations of various energies, but cannot see the entity. Mu Chen cannot figure out what is in the water.
Is it just this old guy bluffing?
Mu Chen thought of this but felt that something was not right. The current situation was that Song Hu and Ling Huaiyuan had the upper hand due to their numerical advantage. Even if the old man had rich fighting experience, he would still suffer a loss when fighting against two.
If this situation continues, it will only be a matter of time before the old man is defeated. Despite this, he still looks confident and must have something to rely on!
"Forget it, no matter what this old guy wants to do, as long as I join the fight in the current situation, he will be eliminated soon. No matter how many methods are used after he is dead, it will be meaningless."
Muchen couldn't notice anything unusual for a long time. Even though he knew there must be something wrong, he didn't care so much. He quickly entered the battlefield, intending to join the battle and help Song Hu and the other two.
"Here comes another one."
The old man looked at Muchen with some fear, knowing that he was the most difficult to deal with among the three. He immediately retreated more than ten feet and threw paper birds and paper figures into pieces to block the attacking trio of Muchen.
"Huh, what's the use of this kind of thing? Want to rely on them to delay time? There's no point!"
There was a flash of sword light in front of Muchen, and pieces of paper birds and paper figures were chopped to pieces. Accompanied by fire and sand, he had already rushed to the old man.
A strange smile appeared on the old man's face and said:
"I was indeed stalling for time, and now the time is just right."