The Overbearing Aura is Spilling Over

If this is a cartoon, a huge black figure with open hands must have appeared behind the two of them, looking at them eeriely.

Zhan Zhan shivered inexplicably, and said with a dry smile: "These are all our guesses, maybe things are not as complicated as we thought. He is a genius...he really doesn't look like a good person." He couldn't convince himself, "In this case, he Surely I won’t tell you how to refine the resurrection medicine?”

Han Feixie said: "So I can't ask directly."

"Then how do you ask? Sending emails anonymously or Baidu knowing reward points?... Uh, it's a joke, I just want to liven up the atmosphere."

"I purposely asked him about the distribution ratio of the prescriptions, but in fact these Heliotrope God Books have already mentioned it."

Zhan Zhan said: "So?"

Han Feixie said: "With his natural personality, he will never tell you what you want to know, nor will he reject you positively, so he will send you some irrelevant news."

Zhan Zhan thought for a while, "He really looks like such a despicable person. Ah, are those irrelevant news the really important news?"

Han Feixie gave him an approving look.

Zhan Zhan was elated.

"What I want to know is the temperature of the resurrection medicine."

"Did he say it?"

"He said three."

"..." Zhan Zhan jumped violently, "What's the difference between this and not saying?"

Han Feixie said: "The difference is that the countless possibilities have been reduced to three."

"Okay," Zhan Zhan said, "he has made some contributions to the world. Then when will we..." Han Feixie sat up suddenly, put the quilt on him, and looked in the direction of the door warily.

Bai Mengzhu suddenly appeared in the room with a stern expression, "The witch god has attacked."

The night is dark and the wind is miserable.

Although every sword god who got up from the bed wanted to scold his mother, he had to admit that this was really a very suitable weather for attacking.There is no star in the sky.

Zhan Zhan followed Han Feixie cautiously.Bai Mengzhu and Basket cleared the way from left to right.

Zhan Zhan suddenly tugged at Han Feixie's sleeve.

Han Feixie turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhan Zhan asked, "How did Master come down the mountain?"

Han Feixie said: "I told him about the resurrection medicine."

"You are not afraid in case..."

"I promised you that there will be no accidents."

"..." What a man, confident and reliable.Zhan Zhan is a little proud and a little inferior. It's not like he never thought about the possibility of a flower sticking on cow dung before, but at that time he thought the flower was white and rich, but he didn't expect to meet Gao Fushuai in reality. His mentality is much worse.

A hand rested on his forehead to save him from hitting a tree.Han Feixie looked at him worriedly, "What are you thinking? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Zhan Zhan took a deep breath, "No, maybe it's too dark."

A small flower of fire-yang energy bloomed five or six centimeters in front of his forehead.

Han Feixie squeezed his hand tightly, "Be careful..."

Just as Zhan Zhan was about to nod, his head was pushed down hard and hid in Han Feixie's arms.There was the sound of a tree trunk cracking and falling to the ground behind him, and not far away, the basket was roaring.

The angry roar ignited the flames of war at night, and the deliberate tranquility of Sword God Village was instantly broken.

"Go to hell! Offal!"

As soon as Zhan Zhan looked up, he saw the tall man holding a chair high with both hands, leaping up from behind, passing gracefully over his head, and falling forward.The leaves shook there, and the birds started up and sang frequently.

"I didn't expect it to be popular to swear at people here." As soon as Zhan Zhan finished speaking, he saw the fiery yang energy on his forehead suddenly flashing, illuminating a face on the left front.

Han Feixie quickly stood in front of him and pulled out the Qishen Sword.

The opponent also drew out his long sword, and the two swords intersected, sparks everywhere.

Zhan Zhan involuntarily took two steps back.

"Go to Master Bai!" Han Feixie felt that the enemy this time was no small matter. If he guessed correctly, it should be the sword god controlled by the witch god.

Zhan Zhan nodded, the soul body withdrew from the body, and the body automatically ran to Bai Mengzhu, while the soul body remained in place.

Han Feixie dodged the opponent's meteor shower-like sword attack, and did not forget to stare at him. Then he was kicked over by the opponent during the stare, and rolled to the side of the tree.

Zhan Zhan ran over, and after confirming that he was not injured, he sighed: "Fighting needs to be special...here it is again!"

Han Feixie turned over to avoid the deadly sword, got up and knelt on the ground, the fire finger fired continuously, the opponent's body twisted like plasticine into two connected S's, suddenly opened his mouth wide, and the hand holding the sword was like Holding a fork, he thrust it towards Han Feixie's shoulder, and did not forget to bite his face.

Zhan Zhan turned into a real body, jumped on the man's back, and hit the back of his head with both hands.

"Roar!" The man threw Zhan Zhan away vigorously, turned around again, and Han Feixie's sword pierced his chest hard.

Han Feixie drew out his sword, kicked his stiff corpse away, rubbed the sword against the tree trunk, and said calmly, "It's a bad habit to eat while fighting."

Zhan Zhan stepped over the man's body, and was about to speak when he felt dizzy. Knowing that he was being watched by the witch god, he didn't dare to neglect, and immediately turned into a soul body, crawling and running behind Han Feixie.

Han Feixie stared coldly at a certain direction in the darkness.

Zhan Zhan stroked his head, which was slightly dizzy, and said weakly: "I almost got hit."

Han Feixie crossed over with a burst of fire and yang energy.

Zhan Zhan said: "Don't, save your strength."

Han Feixie's ears moved, "You stand here, no, you follow me." The situation here was too chaotic, and after much deliberation, he still felt that it was safest to put people by his side.

Zhan Zhan followed Han Feixie step by step. On the way, he encountered many medicine man sword gods who lost their minds and frantically attacked his former comrades-in-arms.The sword gods were also merciless, and they were ruthless.It's not that they don't miss their old love, but that they have had too many painful lessons of nostalgia for their old love, so that they deeply know that to be soft-hearted at this time is to die.

Han Feixie dragged him to the entrance of the village. Zhan Zhan saw the tall and short men fighting, and was about to say hello when he saw a figure fall from the sky and make a deep hole on the ground.

The witch god hiding in the dark cheered bursts of cheers.

The sword god, who was distressed for not being able to find them, took the opportunity to rush towards the place where the sound came from.

"Surrender, you incompetent sword gods. Your demise is the will of the Supreme Witch God, and no one can defy it." A thick and deep male voice sounded from the dark sky.

Zhan Zhan narrowed his eyes, and found that there was a person standing where the person fell just now. The person was hidden in a dark cloak from head to toe, with fluttering clothes, overlooking everything below like a ghost.

"Shenzhao!" Basket rushed out from behind Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie with several sword gods, and rushed towards the man in the air.

Behind the man, several medicine man sword gods flew out soundlessly, blocking the opponent's attack.

"Big Fatty, Two Fatty!" Basket yelled heartbroken as he watched the other party, and then threw himself into the battle even more angrily.

"Look there." Zhan Zhan called back to Han Feixie who was about to join the battle, pointed to the location of the deep pit, and stretched out a trembling hand from inside.

Han Feixie said: "It's talent."

Zhan Zhan said: "Oh, you can tell just by looking at your hands?"

Han Feixie said, "I'm particularly sensitive to things I hate."

Zhan Zhan said: "I have to hate him even harder in the future."

Han Feixie went into battle.

Zhan Zhan walked to the edge of the deep pit of talent with curiosity, hesitating whether to give him a hand, no matter what conspiracy was hidden behind the talent, at least at this moment they were fighting against each other.

But he underestimated talent.

He was still hesitating, but his talent had already soared, and he hugged Shenzhao in an instant, and the two of them thought about the other side of the purple forest together.

"Wow... oh." Zhan Zhan wanted to follow the past to see what happened, but was afraid of Han Feixie and hesitant to stay there.

When the basket was hit in the chest by the second fat man, he slapped the head of the big fat man who was entangled with Han Feixie, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted to Han Feixie: "Go and see the talent, he can't... ...something went wrong."

Han Feixie frowned, and winked at Zhan Zhan.

Zhan Zhan followed behind him knowingly, and ran towards the purple forest.

The sound of fighting became farther and farther away, and the other side of the purple forest was very quiet. Just as Zhan Zhan wanted to ask if he was looking in the wrong direction, he saw a bright sword aura erupting from the sky, and a black shadow struck at the speed of light!