The most surprising thing is that after identification by the scribes, those outstanding accessories, two strings and a set of string posts, all look like they were used.
If true, it also means that maybe there are still the same guqin, and if you gather them together, you can get a complete set?
The middle-aged scribe looked at the tall young man eagerly, hoping that he could take out another guqin. This guy is a music fanatic. In less than half a day, he actually saw three identical guqins, and it was very possible that
He was able to cobble together a more advanced set of guqin. He had already forgotten his current situation. He was itching to wait for the tall young man to come up with something.
The tall young man already had some idea in his mind, but the discovery on the three guqins also aroused the expectation in his heart. Seeing the middle-aged scribe's nirvana, he couldn't help but shouted in a low voice: "No more, I only have
I brought these three pianos with me.”
After saying this, I felt that I shouldn't be so polite to a prisoner. My face instantly returned to its normal coldness. After thinking for a moment with my eyes closed, I suddenly put away the three guqins quickly, and then pointed at the short man behind me.
nodded
The short man took action without hesitation, and with one blow, the middle-aged scribe's head was dismembered. Until the flying sword hit his body, he still couldn't believe that two people who were as happy and kind as him just now could be so cruel and ruthless.
It's a pity that Gao and Xiao didn't leave him a chance to live from the beginning. Now that they already know that there is a problem with a certain part of the guqin, they can find the abnormality without a middle-aged scribe as long as the guqin is in hand.
Since the middle-aged scribe is no longer useful, what else is left for? Waiting for him to reveal the secret?
Phew, a burst of flames rose up from the middle-aged scribe's body and engulfed the middle-aged scribe's body completely. The magic weapon Qiankun Bag and other things on the scribe's body had naturally been put into the hands of the short young man. The things that could be used were slightly modified and used, and they could not be used.
As long as you find a suitable time and place to destroy it, everything will be perfect, and there will be no trace of the middle-aged scribe.
Yang Chen was almost a hundred miles away, tracking the middle-aged scribe's position from a distance. Suddenly, the mark of his consciousness that he left behind vibrated and automatically returned to Yang Chen's sea of consciousness. Yang Chen suddenly realized,
Something happened to the middle-aged scribe
Yang Chen didn't want to lose Guqin's clue. This was a great thing that could not only consume his spiritual consciousness, but also get a powerful wall. Yang Chen wouldn't allow anyone to destroy it. Without saying a word, he summoned the shuttle and immediately headed towards the direction just now.
Fly to the location of the consciousness mark
For Yang Chen, the distance of a hundred miles was only a moment. In the blink of an eye, the protective circle arranged by the middle-aged scribe was still there. Yang Chen casually put away the shuttle, and then began to observe carefully. After a while, Yang
Chen already knew what kind of array this was, found a location, and walked in slowly.
After walking a few steps, a ray of sword light beheaded the two young men, tall and short. Before he could completely burn the body of the middle-aged scribe, Yang Chen had already arrived. His speed was so fast that he surpassed the two of them.
It was unexpected. What we can do now is to kill all the people we accidentally come across to cover up their secrets.
When they saw that it was a junior who was a third-level human immortal, they didn't take it seriously at all. The middle-aged scribes who were dignified as earthly immortals were no match for them, and a junior was even more insignificant. The tall man didn't even have the intention to take action.
Leave everything to the short guy, he just needs to wait to see the results
Brush, the shining sword light flashed away, and when it was about to approach Yang Chen, it suddenly stopped. The sharp sword blade was directly grabbed by Yang Chen's left hand, and stopped abruptly in the air, unable to move any further.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Chen's right hand swung up, and in Yang Chen's hand, the Immortal Killing Sword flickered with a sword light that was even brighter than the sword light just now. Along the direction of the sword light, he struck fiercely across the sword.
Cut through
The blade of the Immortal Killing Sword instantly became extremely long. Any object blocking the blade of the Immortal Killing Sword was cut into two pieces with one stroke.
The tall man was more vigilant. As soon as he discovered that his companion's flying sword was not making any achievements, he immediately realized that something was wrong. When he saw the flash of the sword, he squatted down without even thinking about it and let the blade of the sword pass over his head.
It passed by in the distance and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The short man is not as alert as the tall man, and has no intention of dodge. A little junior caught his casual sword, and actually dared to fight back. Does he really think of himself as a person? Such a guy who doesn't know the heights of the sky is just right.
Of course, whether the lesson can be learned in the future is another matter.
The light of the Immortal-Zhanbing Sword just flashed for a moment, and the short man never appeared again. He snorted coldly, turned his head and glanced at his companion who looked very embarrassed, feeling quite dissatisfied that his companion was really making a fuss out of a molehill.
Even if the attack ends in an anticlimax, is it necessary to make an evasive action regardless of identity?
Immediately afterwards, the short man saw the frightened look in his tall companion's eyes, and was stunned for a moment. Could it be that there was another attack? But the kid who entered the formation was still a hundred feet away, and he made no other movements.
how so?
The confused short man suddenly felt itchy on the top of his head, as if something was dripping down his scalp. He had not felt this sweaty feeling for at least hundreds of years, but how could he be sweating at this time of year?
?
I wiped it casually, and there was a sticky feeling on my hands for a while. It was not sweat. Along with the sticky feeling on my fingers, there was also a faint smell of blood. This smell is familiar to short people. I just killed a banana.
A middle-aged scribe, the blood on the ground has not been completely cleaned up
But immediately the short man realized something and understood why his companion had such a frightened expression. The viscous liquid he touched with his fingers was blood, his own blood!
How is it possible? He clearly didn't realize that he was being attacked at all, so how could there be blood flowing out? As soon as this thought appeared, there was a sharp pain on the top of his head, and the short man just groaned and fell into the boundless darkness.
In the tall man's eyes, after the short companion received the knife, a faint blood line appeared above his eyebrows. More and more blood flowed from his companion's head. The most terrifying thing is that in this case,
, his companion actually turned to look at him, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his head (to be continued)