Master Xiao thinks about those years

Suddenly, Yan Chen's eyelashes fluttered slightly, he looked at Meng Huan whose face was full of anger, a little strange.

His memory still stays in the time when Meng Huan ran after him and Fu Nian, and in the time when Meng Huan always needed protection.

But with a glance, the frail young boy was already standing in front of him.

With a long whip in his hand, he is alone.

The burly man was domineering, but he was somewhat afraid of the whip in Meng Huan's hand.Throat twitched for a while, and he said bitterly: "Huh! My lord has a lot, and I don't have the same knowledge as you!"

Seeing that the mainstay had subdued, everyone calmed down and shut their mouths tightly.

"Father, let's go."

Seeing the situation, the Confucian scholar who hadn't spoken for a long time opened his mouth to the burly man.

"Okay, let's go, let them go today..."

The burly man turned and walked forward while cursing.The crowd also dispersed.Like birds and beasts scattered.

Yan Chen looked calm, turned around and wanted to say something to Meng Huan, when the nausea in his chest suddenly surged up again.

It was a nauseating feeling of chills, as if a piece of rotten ice was churning in his chest.Yan Chen stooped slightly and frowned.

"Mo Qing? What's wrong?"

Hearing Meng Huan's doubtful voice, Yan Chen raised his head, and the first thing he saw was not Meng Huan, but a black shadow.

The burly man went back and forth, his eyebrows were stiff and black, his fists were clenched, and he moved towards this side at the speed of light.

"careful!"

With a cry of surprise, a sharp claw struck Meng Huan.Yan Chen had quick hands and quick eyes, and pulled Meng Huan from the opposite side to his side.

But that burly man suddenly seemed to be alone, with a lot of savage tactics, unable to make a single blow, and waved his claws again to attack ferociously.

Meng Huan reacted, and immediately moved the long whip in his hand, throwing it out like a fishing net, and then tightly wrapped it around the waist of the burly man.

The burly man was immobilized by the whip for a moment, Meng Huan paused, and said with a sneer, "Sneaking chickens and dogs, you idiot!"

"No, something is wrong."

Yan Chen's cold voice suddenly came.Meng Huan: "What's wrong?"

"look."

Yan Chen pointed his eyes forward, and Meng Huan followed Yan Chen's gaze, and his expression changed instantly.

On the street not far away, several people are moving towards this side.

These people have black brows and ferocious faces like burly men.If you look carefully, you will find that there are many familiar faces among them, such as the Confucian scholar.

It was not only the burly man who went back and forth, but also the onlookers before.

And the target of these onlookers was obviously Yan Chen and the others.

"These people have no integrity at all! They really are shameless and obscene!" Shu Yao was frozen, and seeing the sudden change, he could only curse.

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as being shameless and obscene." Yan Chen raised his hand at the same time and lifted the immobilization spell on Shu Yao's body.

"What is it if it's not shameless and obscene?"

Shu Yao was free and was about to step forward when he suddenly heard a loud "pop".

Meng Huan's whip broke, and was snapped by that burly man.Whips belong to the permanent spiritual weapon of cultivators, and it is difficult for ordinary people to break them without using the spiritual power of illusion.

But now, the whip broke without using any spells.

One can imagine how strong that burly man is.

"Get back quickly!"

Yan Chen's expression changed, and he pushed the two teenagers back.The burly man and the crowd were close in sight, and their blackened brows became extremely clear.

These people seem to be no longer the people they used to be.

"What are you afraid of? We cultivators can't punish these people?"

Shu Yao didn't take it seriously and rushed forward, but just as he rushed out, before he could summon the sword, his wrist was grabbed by one of the crowd, and immediately after that, five sharp fingers came from his other arm like knives. scrape off.

"Damn!"

The excruciating pain came, and Shu Yao cursed secretly, trying to cast a spell, but he couldn't use his hands.It drooped stiffly, like a dead branch.

what happened……

In the chaos, those people all had dead eyes, waved their arms, and surrounded and suppressed the three of them like crazy.

The night was getting darker, and in the darkness, these crazy people were like evil spirits crawling out of hell.

They are extremely powerful and can quickly imprison a person's hands and feet and block the casting of spells.

People who can't cast illusions have a hard time resisting this group of extremely powerful mobs.

In the crowd, both Meng Huan and Shu Yao were too busy to take care of themselves, especially Shu Yao, because they underestimated the enemy and were entangled tightly by the two of them, even one hand grabbed his neck.

Shocked, Shu Yao kept struggling, but felt his breathing became more and more rapid.The hands that pinched his neck were clenched tightly, sharp nails digging into his flesh and blood.Like a leech.

Once attached, it penetrates the skin to feed on blood.

But suddenly, the leech fell off.

The rioting crowd in front of them was appeased in an instant.Those people lowered their arms with fists and stood there with their heads down.

"Let's go!"

Yan Chen, who was dressed in red, suddenly spoke out solemnly. He was standing in the temporarily stable crowd, with his hands clasped, and he was struggling to cast a spell.

"Moqing..."

Meng Huan was stunned, he was surprised by the changes in these people, they were so fierce just now, why did they suddenly succumbed to Mo Qing's hands?

Mo Qing is the brothel Chu Guan's voice, even if he has practiced the spell, he must be under him.

But right now he can't do anything to these people at all, but Mo Qing has restrained them.

It really makes people suspicious.

"Don't be dazed, hurry up and go."

Cold sweat broke out on Yan Chen's forehead, he didn't know what Meng Huan was thinking.

It's just that I vaguely feel that I can't hold on anymore.It was originally a forced use of spells.Spells require pure spiritual power, and his sealed body has weak spiritual power at all.

As soon as the words fell, the quiet crowd slowly raised their heads again.

It was already a harbinger of the collapse of the technique.

"Meng Huan, stop standing there!"

It was a sharp reprimand that woke up the imagined people.

Meng Huan glanced at those people, stood there without moving, and only said to Shu Yao: "You go first."

Shu Yao has always been unwilling to admit defeat easily, how could he listen to Meng Huan at this time.Therefore, he stubbornly stood still and did not move.

Yan Chen's wrists were trembling, he was distracted and watched from the corner of his eye that the two hadn't left yet, his heart was like ice.

"Don't leave... do you want to die here..."

Due to the excessive consumption of spiritual power, Yan Chen's voice was hoarse, and he had lost the majesty just now.

"We're leaving, what do you do?" Meng Huan was worried, and summoned the Jade Soul Sword to cast a barrier around the three of them.Yan Chen shook his head lightly: "Boundary, I'm afraid it's useless."

"Why?"

Before answering, only a roar was heard, and the group of people waved their arms again.Yan Chen's technique collapsed, and the crowd rushed forward like wild horses running wild.

The cyan enchantment stood three feet away from Yan Chen, and when those people came in front of them, they stepped over easily.

The enchantment was not broken, those people just stepped over with ease, like air.

Exactly what Yan Chen said, barriers are useless.

"Last chance! Go!"

In the cold and stern voice, Meng Huan and Shu Yao were pushed out of the crowd with both hands, while Yan Chen, who was dressed in red, was tightly surrounded by those people.

The crowd is like gravel, and Yan Chen is a drop of blood that fell into the gravel.A drop of blood about to be annihilated by dust.

Roaring and roaring, countless sharp hands stretched out towards him, Yan Chen clasped his hands, his phoenix eyes were serious, mobilizing his nearly weakened spiritual power in distress.

Under the casting of the spell, a layer of faint blue light wrapped around him, barely blocking the mob who came forward, and blocking the countless pairs of sharp hands.

But this layer of blue is getting lighter and lighter at a speed visible to the naked eye, getting closer and closer to transparency.

The situation is dire.

Yan Chen knew what this meant.

Meng Huan and Shu Yao stood outside the siege of the crowd, neither of them was reconciled or willing to leave. With no restraints on their hands, they stubbornly used their spiritual power to fight against those people.Swinging the long sword, the sword wind of the young man's spiritual power screamed forward.

The wind of the sword was as sharp as a blade, however, the group of people they encountered disappeared as quickly as dissipated mist.

Spells don't work.

It's still useless, only Yan Chen's weak spiritual power can have a weak effect.

"Why... this happened?" Meng Huan was astonished, Shu Yao tightened his face, and tried again, but no matter whether it was the sword wind or other spiritual power that was displayed, it disappeared without a trace.

"Are these people bewitched?"

Shu Yao was suspicious, Meng Huan said: "Maybe, it's just bewitched."

"Maybe? What does that mean..."

Without saying a word, the roar in front became more intense.Meng Huan looked up, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Moqing!"

The crowd rioted and rushed forward.

Yan Chen's technique had already been broken, and countless pairs of sharp hands climbed onto his body overnight.Like bloodthirsty vines.

"Why are you still standing there! Save people!" Shu Yao was still shouting, but Meng Huan had already rushed forward.The two teenagers each held their swords and disappeared into the crowd, completely forgetting Yan Chen's words.

"What are you doing back here!"

Trapped in the crowd, Yan Chen glanced at the two teenagers from the corner of his eye, and his usually gentle face was suddenly stained with anger.

Hearing the reprimand, Shu Yao and Meng Huan still kept their long swords in their hands, and by the light of Xi's candle, they could faintly see the stubborn expressions on the faces of the two teenagers.

The youthful spirit carries the lonely courage of Xu Chusheng who is not afraid of tigers.Adhering to the concept of morality first, life after death.

However, in the face of the situation and the situation, it is not enough to have a lonely courage and a misty belief.

The most important thing is strength.It is a powerful force capable of defeating the enemy.

The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit.

Shu Yao and Meng Huan didn't have that kind of strength. The mature and experienced way should be to maintain their own strength, accumulate strength, or recruit reinforcements.

But everything happened too fast, and the two teenagers threw themselves into the scuffle without thinking carefully.

So after a while, they folded the long swords in their hands and were pinched by those extremely powerful claws.

Yan Chen saw Meng Huan and the others surrounded, his brains tensed, and his hands bound by sharp claws struggled, summoning a faint ray of light.The light meandered forward, as if it was heading towards the two teenagers, but it dissipated halfway.

give up halfway.

"Why is it so useless..."

Yan Chen stared blankly at his hand, his eyebrows sank again and again.

He wanted to save Meng Huan and the others, but his body was not up to par. The illusion was displayed, but he fell halfway.

He forgot that he was no longer the Daoist Qinghui of Shangyu, and he forgot that he was no longer that powerful magician.

What should I do?

Yan Chen felt flustered.

"idiot."

The slow voice resounded in the night, but it was especially clear amidst the roaring noise.That was Yan Chen's familiar voice.

"Spells?"

Yan Chen raised his head subconsciously, and in an instant, he saw the surroundings were bright and bright, and a blue flame spread like a snake among the crowd. The snake followed the mob's shoes and formed an encirclement circle under their feet. .

The area was instantly divided into two, and the mob was trapped in the circle and could not go forward.

Behind the mob, in the blue firelight, a tall and tall man was walking forward, with the corners of his clothes flying and his black hair floating.Reflecting the vast and deep night, Yan Chen felt that those misty peach blossom eyes were extremely clear.

It is a symbol.