C828 Shameless Sun Tu
C828 Shameless Sun Tu
But suddenly, a strong wind came from behind him. He was stunned for a moment and then quickly turned his head back.
Yang Zifong moved, but he did not attack Sun Tu. Instead, he came to Mo Nan's side immediately. His cold face finally calmed down and revealed a gratified smile.
"Good job."
"Unfortunately, you can do better." Yang Zifong shook his head and said, "If you can put an arm on the other side and make the other party feel that you have lost all combat power, it will be better to counterattack after the opponent gets close to you."
Mo Nan rolled his eyes immediately.
"You are not the one who is in pain. You even put an arm on him. Then I will be scolded to death by Wushuang when I go back.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw Yang Zifong take out a small bottle from his bosom. From inside, some white powder came out and sprinkled on the wound on his leg.
"The medicine you made? Forget it. Compared to your messy things, I believe in the medical skills that Elder Ling passed on to me."
Mo Nan shivered. Subconsciously, it was like organizing Yang Zifong's actions.
He did not forget that when he had secretly watched Yang Zifong's pharmaceutical process, he had mixed the powder of some talisman paper into the medicine. At that time, he had made up his mind not to learn medicine from this old man.
However, now that he felt a cooling sensation on his leg, he was surprised to find that the medicine's effect was not bad.
"Medicine?"
Yang Zifong smiled and shook his head. "I don't know any medical skills. These are just the leftover pills I used to concoct pills..."
"You are ruthless!"
The pain in his legs became surprisingly weak. Mo Nan could finally show some expression. He gave Yang Zifong a thumbs up and gritted his teeth.
"What about the pills? The powder is so useful. The thing you refined must be more effective, right?"
"Of course." Yang Zifong nodded confidently.
"It's just that those pills are extremely difficult to concoct. Why should I give them to you?"
Mo Nan was speechless.
He silently shifted his gaze away and turned his head to the side. He looked as if he did not want to talk to him.
However, he could not resist the curiosity in his heart. However, just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck.
"You!"
"Go to sleep. Leave the rest to me."
Yang Zifong said with a faint smile.
Mo Nan immediately lost consciousness. He had never thought that he would not faint in Sun Tu's hand. He would actually faint in his master's hand.
"Hehe."
In the distance, Sun Tu laughed sinisterly when he saw this scene. He said sarcastically,
"You are very smart. You don't want this kid to see you in such a sorry state, do you?"
"Actually, you don't have to worry so much. As long as you kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, I might be happy and let you guys go first today."
Sun Tu looked excited, as if he had already seen Yang Zifong kneeling in front of him and letting him insult him.
Because he was confident that as long as Yang Zifong was not a Grandmaster, he would not be a match for him even if they were in the same level.
And Yang Zifong was a Grandmaster?
Obviously not. That was because he could feel a similar Qi from Yang Zifong's body. Although Yang Zifong's Qi made him feel a little strange...
"You want me to kneel down?"
Yang Zifong shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He flung the dust in his hand, and a cold wind seemed to gather around him. His voice became colder and colder.
"It has been a hundred years. No one has ever dared to make me kneel down."
"Fine. I was going to let you follow me back to be an alchemist."
"But you are courting death. You injured that kid so badly. " If I really bring you back, I'm afraid that you'll be even more miserable than death. I'm a kind hearted person, so I'll personally send you off today. "
Suddenly, he felt that the surroundings were getting colder. Sun Tu felt that the sky had changed. After a shiver, he became even more sarcastic.
"Your disciple is crazy. As a master, you are not much better."
"More than a hundred years? Even if you are a Grandmaster, you won't be able to live that long, right?"
He had never heard of a Ancient Martial Warrior that could extend one's lifespan when cultivated to a higher realm.
Time was ruthless. Since ancient times, no matter how powerful the Ancient Martial Warrior was, it would definitely collapse under the passage of time.
Yang Zifong did not explain further. He only began to chant the Life Continuing Curse.
This was usually used to chant for the dead.
Sun Tu naturally knew this in his heart. His expression instantly turned ugly. He took a step forward and was about to attack. He said in a vicious voice, "Old Daoist, don't worry. After you die, I will chant a curse for you. However, it is not certain whether it is a curse or not..."
As he spoke, he was about to make a move.
A gust of cold wind without a source directly came towards him, blowing him into a corner.
"Talent Skill?"
Seeing that the old Taoist priest did not move except to wave the dust at the beginning, Sun Tu stopped and asked in surprise.
Just the wind made his face turn red and his face hurt. Sun Tu finally stopped underestimating the old Taoist priest. He gritted his teeth and said,
"Old Daoist, what is your name?"
"Name?"
"Name?" Yang Zifong asked.
"Speaking of which, Yang Zifong's name is recently used. Before this, people used to call me a person from Clear Wind Mountain..."
Looking at his intoxicated expression,
He must have had some stories that the female volunteers had to tell him when he was young.
Just as he opened his mouth, Sun Tu took the opportunity to run away.
The people of Clear Wind Mountain?
Sun Tu was already cursing in his heart. Wasn't that the senior of Ancient Martial World already famous when he joined the Blood God Hall more than 30 years ago?
How could this old thing still be alive?
At this moment, he no longer cared whether Yang Zifong was telling the truth or not. Even if the possibility was extremely low, if Yang Zifong didn't lie to him, he wouldn't even have a chance to survive.
After all, thirty years had passed. Unless the other party didn't improve at all, otherwise, he would be able to suppress him.
"You want to run?"
Yang Zifong smiled. With a wave of the dust in his hand, he put it on his shoulder. Sun Tu, who had run hundreds of meters, didn't understand what had happened. He realized that his feet had left the ground, and he had been brought back to where he had been standing.
"You are not a Ancient Martial Warrior!"
Sun Tu turned around in horror. He was sure that no Ancient Martial Warrior's Talent Skill could be used like this in this world!
"I've never said that I'm a Ancient Martial Warrior."
Yang Zifong said with a smile that was not a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had misspoken. He hurriedly shut his mouth and sighed softly.
"Fortunately, I didn't plan to let you leave alive from the beginning."
However, what he did not expect was that...
There was a click.
Not far away, Sun Tu, who had been clamoring a minute ago, felt his legs go weak and he knelt down. He looked like he was going to change his mind and concentrate on begging for the Path from now on.
"Senior, Sun Tu knows he is wrong. Please give me a chance. I promise I will follow you obediently and never do anything evil again."
Yang Zifong's face twitched when he saw his sincere expression.
What are you doing? This Penniless Priest has already planned to do it. Why did you suddenly attack?
Where's your face? You're a dignified Heavenly Level Killer, you don't even have a face! Does that Stinky, a mere warrior, have any dignity in his life?