The Second Immortal Road

　　 "Boom, boom." With two loud noises, the white-robed youth and the cunning-looking disciple planted fiercely on the ground.

　　 At the same time, two fiery red streamers rushed out from under the stone steps, and turned slightly around the right arm of the white-robed youth and the cunning disciple, and they directly cut off both of his arms.

　　 The fiery red streamer cut off the arms of the two and flew back under the stone steps in a slight circle.

"Ah, ah, ah." Although the two people are both monks, they are still mortal wombs, and now they suffer from the pain of a broken arm and they don't have the monk's air. On the contrary, they are like ordinary people. Where, wailing rolling on the ground.

"It's the first time to trespass into the library of the library. This is the first time. I will give a small warning. If anyone else dares to trespass, Nan Shangzi will directly inspire the formation and kill itself by the formation. No one dares to blame it. You." Duanmu's cold voice echoed continuously on the first floor of the library.

　　 "The disciple gets the order." Han Ming respectfully bowed in the direction of the stone steps.

Han Ming couldn't see any big mood swings on the surface, but he was quite shocked. He thought that Duanmu Xiao would punish the two at most once, but he did not expect to cut off the arms of the two directly and issued a strict order. The next time there is a trespass, you will directly kill it, even if the head is close to you, it won't work!

"These two people are trespassing on a heavy ground. Although one arm is broken, it is still not enough. In order to impersonate you, the library will not allow them to enter in the future, but if these two enter again, they will be killed and thrown out." The voice sounded again, and the tone was calm, as if the life and death of the two were not important at all.

　　 "Within twenty breaths, these two people have not left the library, killed them and threw them out!" Duan Muxiao's tone did not sound like any mood swings, but Han Ming could feel the sharp coldness.

　　 "Yes." Han Ming raised his eyebrows and bowed in the direction of the stone steps.

After 　　, Duan Mu Xiao's voice disappeared completely, and it seemed that the things here could no longer arouse his interest.

　　 Han Ming raised his head, tilted his head slightly, and walked towards the two people lying on the ground shaking constantly, with a faint smile on his face.

　　 "Two brothers, brothers told you not to rush in, now you have made this look, who is it to blame!" Han Ming shook his head slightly, and looked at the two on the ground blankly.

　　 At this time, the white-robed youth was already slightly relieved. He endured the severe pain and took out a small jade bottle from the storage bag, poured out a scarlet pill from it, and swallowed it with his head up.

This pill is also strange and abnormal. As soon as the white-robed young man swallowed it, his extremely pale face recovered a little blood, and a crystal white substance appeared at the place of his broken arm, stopping the water-like blood. Living.

Although this pill stopped the blood and relieved most of the pain to a certain extent, the white robe youth still couldn't see through his chest for a while. On the one hand, it was bombarded by the wave of air that came from the stone steps just now. On the one hand, he still hasn't figured it out, why someone dared to cut off his arm, or he was still in the sect!

　　 "This Junior Brother should go out early, otherwise the time of twenty breaths is up, it would be hard for Senior Brother not to obey the orders of the pavilion! You should leave Junior Brother here completely!" Han Ming said coldly.

Stimulated by Han Ming's cold voice, the white-robed youth completely recovered, his left hand tightly covered his shoulder, struggling to stand up, and crawling towards the outside, but when he was halfway there But they all turned their heads, took their broken right arm in their arms, and ran straight to the outside, completely disregarding demeanor.

　　The young man in white robe realized that there were a bunch of lunatics in the library, doing things completely reckless. Not only was the disciple a stunned young man, but the head of the library was also a problematic! He is a descendant of the uncle master, and the uncle master became angry, but the foundation-building cultivator can't stop it, how dare this pavilion risk offending the alchemy cultivator and do it against him!

　　 The white-robed young man is really scared now. He is afraid that the lunatics in this library will really kill him. If he died here unclearly, it would be all over.

The white-robed youth ran outside the Zangshu Pavilion formation with his severed arm, and when he looked back, he found that the cunning disciple also ran out, and the only left arm was also holding the cut off by the root. Right arm.

　　 This cunning disciple doesn't have the scarlet pill, and his cultivation is lower than that of the white-robed youth, so his injuries are much heavier than the white-robed youth. As soon as Fang escaped from the library, he fell to the ground weakly.

The white-robed youth raised his eyes to look at Han Ming who was standing in front of the gate of the library, his eyes were all insidious: "You wait, I will definitely want you to die, peeling your skin, cramping, and convulsing your soul. I burn with sun fire every day, and bear my pain a hundred times today!"

　　 Han Ming had a faint smile on his face, but there was a cold color flashing through his eyes. This enmity was so deep that it was impossible to reconcile, and there was only one way to solve it!

　　 "Senior brother, let's go back to heal the injury first. If the injury is delayed for a long time, it will leave a lot of trouble!" Han Ming's expression remained unchanged, but he sighed slightly in his heart. This is a lot of trouble.

This monk surnamed Lou is a descendant of a certain ancestor of the alchemy period. Even if he relied on the rules of the door, he could not be killed honestly. After all, no one knew the position of the monk surnamed Lou in the heart of the ancestor of the alchemy period. The ancestor of the Dan-consolidation period really started to mobilize the crowd to trouble him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then any sect rules are useless, the head can't control the monks in the Dan-consolidation period!

　　 It can't be solved on the surface, and it's even more unrealistic in the dark. This monk surnamed Lou's severed arm must be cultivated for a short period of time, and it is impossible to get close.

　　 But Han Ming is very clear. According to the determination of the monk surnamed Lou at this time, this matter will not end there, and there will definitely be a lot of trouble in the future.

Han Ming is not too worried that the monk surnamed Lou will try to intercept and kill him. He is a top-level spiritual weapon, capable of offensive, defensive and escape. It is hard to say who killed him, but Han Ming is worried that he has been missed by the monk surnamed Lou. I'm worried about being stabbed at some point. It's okay. If it's attacked at any critical juncture, it will be troublesome!

Frowning, Han Ming thought for a while, and temporarily put his worries behind him. Now that he has offended the monk surnamed Lou, there is still no good solution, so he can only take one step at a time. Be careful, and stay in the library as much as possible to cultivate. Could it be possible that the monk surnamed Lou can still be killed in the library.

　　 And Duanmu Xiao is not stupid. If he dares to do this, he must be backed by it. He shouldn't be as simple as it seems on the surface!

　　 took a deep look at the monk surnamed Lou, Han Ming concealed the coldness in his eyes, and stopped paying attention to him.

　　 Watching Han Ming walk back to the library, the white-robed youth suddenly lost the object of venting, cursing and swearing a little smaller, and gradually felt the pain in his arm began to become a little violent!

Looking at the closed door of the library and his severed arm, the white-robed youth finally took a vicious look at the library, turned his head and released his magic weapon, and flew in a certain direction swayingly, without seeing. Look at the cunning disciple who is like a dead dog!