Ma Daha sneered: "Let me tell you the truth, I didn't take Mu Yunsha with me at all...I still said the same thing, as long as you let me go, I will tell you the whereabouts of Mu Yunsha..."
A cold glint flashed in the white-faced scholar's eyes: "Okay, I promise you, just say it."
Ma Daha shook his head: "There is no basis for what you say, you have to swear by the inner demon,"
"You don't believe me," the white-faced scholar's face suddenly darkened.
"I don't believe it," Ma Daha admitted happily.
"Hmph... It seems that you really won't shed tears until you see the coffin," the white-faced scholar has no real intention to let Ma Daha go. How could he swear the inner demon's oath? Since being soft is not enough, then he will be hard, white-faced scholar. He took out a sharp dagger and cut off Ma Daha's other arm with a single swing.
Ma Daha's body was shaking in pain. However, his Dantian was sealed by the white-faced scholar. He could not use magic to stop the bleeding. He could only watch the blood pouring out from the broken arm. Within a moment, Ma Daha's face became extremely pale. My breathing also started to become heavier.
The white-faced scholar was indeed ruthless. He picked up the dagger and removed Ma Daha's legs: "Ma Daha, if you hand over Mu Yunsha obediently, I will let you die happily."
Ma Daha bit her lip tightly and was stunned without saying a word.
"Let's see how long you can keep your words." The white-faced scholar raised the dagger and stabbed it directly into Ma Daha's abdomen. "Pah," the golden elixir in Ma Daha's belly was cut into pieces by the dagger.
"Ah..." Ma Daha's eyes suddenly opened, and he let out a miserable roar from his throat. It hurt, it hurt so much that Ma Daha almost suffocated.
"Pfft..." The white-faced scholar pulled out the dagger, shook off a few drops of blood on the tip, and said with a sinister smile: "Ma Daha, it doesn't taste good. I have more torture methods next. Do you want to try it? ,"
"Kill...kill me..." Ma Daha gritted his teeth and spat out a few words.
The white-faced scholar sneered: "It's easy to die if you want to. Hand over Mu Yunsha and I'll give you a good time immediately."
"You...don't even think about it..." Ma Daha was very strict with her mouth. After being tortured like this, she still insisted on not telling the whereabouts of Mu Yunsha.
"What a bitch," the white-faced scholar was really angry. He swung the dagger and stabbed Ma Daha in the eyes.
"Friend, you can only kill people with a nod. It's really cruel for you to torture people like this," a man's voice suddenly came from the sky.
The white-faced scholar immediately stood up and looked around with vigilance: "Who, who is it?"
"Whoa," there was a flash of green light, and a young man wearing a green shirt appeared in front of the white-faced scholar.
"Later stage of Nascent Soul," the white-faced scholar's eyes suddenly twitched.
The young man who appeared at the scene was Lin San who was on his way. Originally, Lin San didn't intend to meddle in other people's business, but when he saw that the white-faced scholar's methods were too cruel, he couldn't help but give him a few words of instruction.
The white-faced scholar arched his hands towards Lin San and said politely: "Fellow Taoist, I hope you will not interfere in this matter. I will give you a big gift later." It was obvious that the white-faced scholar was very afraid of Lin San.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Suddenly a large number of people flew around, all of them were helpers brought by the white-faced scholar.
Seeing the helpers coming, the white-faced scholar's expression suddenly softened. Although the helpers he brought were not high in cultivation, after all, there were many people and they were a deterrent to the enemy.
Lin San looked at the white-faced scholar with interest: "I heard you talking about Mu Yun Sha just now. I dare to ask my friend, what is Mu Yun Sha? It's worth your trouble to get it." To be honest, Lin San San is really curious.
The white-faced scholar frowned: "Fellow Taoist, it's better not to know some things... Let's do this. I'll give you 20,000 low-level spirit stones. You take the spirit stones and leave quickly. Just pretend that we have never met. Why? Sample,"
Lin San smiled: "Twenty thousand low-level spiritual stones just want to send me away,"
"How many spiritual stones do you want, fellow Taoist?" the white-faced scholar said while suppressing his anger.
Lin San shook his finger: "At least one hundred thousand... high-level spiritual stones,"
The white-faced scholar laughed angrily: "Fellow Taoist, you really dare to open your mouth like a lion. Do you think I'm really afraid of you?" As he spoke, the white-faced scholar waved his hand, and his helpers "hurrahed..." "Swarmed up and surrounded Lin San.
Lin San couldn't see any nervousness on his face. He smiled slightly and said: "Young face, I have to think about it. It is very unwise to attack me."
"You dare to call me a pretty boy," the white-faced scholar suddenly became furious. He hated people calling him a pretty boy the most in his life: "Come on, come on, kill him."
Dozens of people immediately rushed towards Lin San.
"Swish, swish, swish..." A red light flashed, followed by a miserable scream.
In the blink of an eye, the dozens of people surrounding Lin San were all lying on the ground, and everyone was missing an arm.
Lin San was showing mercy, otherwise none of the people surrounding him would survive.
"Ah," the white-faced scholar was stunned. Only then did he realize that he had made a fatal mistake. The man in green shirt in front of him was too powerful and he was definitely not something he could compete with.
Lin San glanced at the white-faced scholar and said calmly: "Do you want to cut off an arm yourself, or let me do it?"
The white-faced scholar waved his hand, and two smoke bombs exploded at his feet. Then, protected by the smoke, the white-faced scholar jumped into the air, intending to escape.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Dozens of red swords suddenly appeared on the white-faced scholar's head. In one turn, they were minced by the white-faced scholar, and even the Nascent Soul and soul in his body were killed.
Lin San glanced around and uttered one word coldly: "Get out,"
The helpers of the white-faced scholar immediately covered their broken arms and fled. In an instant, only Lin San and Ma Daha were left on the scene.
Ma Daha raised his head with difficulty and thanked Lin San: "Thank you, senior, for saving your life..."
Lin San waved his hand: "It's a small effort, but it's not worth mentioning."
Ma Daha took a breath and said intermittently: "Senior, I know you are a good person... I have a gift to give you..."
"Gift," Lin San was stunned for a moment.
"Mu Yunsha..." Ma Daha said three words.
Lin San raised his eyebrows: "The white-faced scholar just asked you about the whereabouts of Mu Yun Sha and what exactly Mu Yun Sha is." Lin San thought hard and couldn't figure out what Mu Yun Sha was.
"Muyunsha is a kind of sand...but it's not ordinary sand. Muyunsha has the effect of stimulating the growth of plants..." Ma Daha did not hide it, and directly told the effect of Muyunsha.
"Plants that promote growth," Lin San's eyes lit up: "Any plant can promote growth,"