The Talented Doctor

"They went in and out several times in the white mist just now. Could it be that they found some secret recipe?"

"How can there be any secret method? They don't have any spiritual power fluctuations on their bodies after entering the white mist. This is clearly a sign of being absorbed by the white mist."

"Hmph, this group of stupid~force~, they must think that they will be able to get through the white fog with a high level of cultivation. In that case, we only need to wait here for the benefit of harvesting fishermen."

"But that group of people have such a high level of cultivation, and their methods are so harsh, just in case..."

"What in case, no matter how high your cultivation base is, you are not an ordinary person without spiritual power. The more treasures they have at that time, the greater the benefits we can get."

"Hmph, dare to fight our Murong's family, then I will let the masked brat know what's the end of offending my Murong's family!"

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In the misty white mist, there was a chilly air.

There is no spiritual power, no cultivation base, a little loss of physical strength and life value, this is a world like hell.

However, what is more terrifying than gradual death is the sudden killing hidden in the invisible mist.

"Ah——! Forgive me! Please forgive me, I can give you all my magic weapons!"

The screams and prayers sounded again and again in the thick fog.

But what responded to them was the rough and excited laughs of the men: "It's just two magic weapons to spare you, but to kill you, the magic weapons and women are both ours. You said, if it were you, how would you choose? ?"

The seven or eight men were sturdy and tall, with a black scarf on their faces. The headed men looked at the young girls in the crowd with a pair of slender, evil and greedy rays.

"We are the disciples of Qingxiamen of Tiangang Country. If you dare to do something with us, my teacher will never let you go!"

The masked man laughed and said, "Qingxiamen will not let us go. It depends on whether you can escape from here!"

"As long as you die here silently, no one will discover your existence when your bodies become white bones."

The faces of the five warriors who were surrounded all showed expressions of horror and despair.

In this white mist, all the spiritual power of the warrior disappeared, and the weak body and ordinary people were even more vulnerable.

And these vulgar men in front of them, usually outside but at the initial stage of cultivation, the warriors of Qingxiamen were unworthy to carry shoes, but now they have become the butchers who besieged them.

The headed masked man laughed and waved his hand: "Brothers, give it to me. Except for that pretty lady, everyone else gave me smashing their heads with sledgehammers."

As soon as the voice fell, a few people rushed up with a swarm of strange calls.

No one has huge weapons in their hands, some are giant hammers, some are big swords, and even giant axes weighing hundreds of catties.

These weapons, which are heavy in the eyes of ordinary people, cannot be lifted, but they are swayed like toys in their hands.

Within a short time, the four young warriors had been hit in the body one by one, and fell to the ground screaming.

The most terrifying thing was that one was split from head to toe by a giant axe, and blood ran all over the internal organs.

The only remaining girl screamed, her voice full of fear and despair.

The headed masked sweaty stepped forward, pulled her up, and laughed loudly: "Brothers, don’t you see, such a fine-skinned lady is still the cultivation base of the late stage of the veins, or the masses. Elite children, have you tasted this kind of delicacy before?"