My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 80 Puppet

The burly man fell from the roof and hit the ground with a bang.

There was a huge hole in his chest, with bright red blood gushing out of it, crushing all his life force.

He looked up with his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't figure anything out.

But he no longer had to think about it.

I leave this question for others to think about.

Tang Sanshisan's gloomy face twitched a little, and he quietly put away the poisoned silver needle in his hand.

He didn't understand, or no one understood.

The man who was at the third level of body training was pierced through the chest and died just as he approached Ye Wuyou.

And Ye Wuyou was still standing there, not moving a single step.

What kind of magical power is this?
He originally wanted to wait for the two men to fight and then launch a sneak attack.

Unexpectedly, there was much thunder but little rain. There was no chance at all.

The man in black robe stopped talking and began to think deeply.

There are many people who hold the same idea as Tang Sanshisanshao.

Just because Tang Sanshisan chose to give up this opportunity doesn’t mean they will all give up.

In the darkness, the energy was surging and hidden arrows were attacking.

Ye Wuyou's figure finally left the eaves. He took a step forward, and in a flash he stepped into the alley and found someone.

Darkness was nothing to him. He was in the second realm of clairvoyance and even without using his eyes, his mind could see objects over thirty feet away.

Ye Wuyou felt confused.

Why did the person who attacked me stay so close? Didn't he know that the second level can understand the surrounding scenery?
The person he found looked surprised. The other person was only in the second realm and his perception ability was at most ten feet. How did he discover him?
But unlike the burly man before, although this man was surprised, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

The nearly fifty-year-old third-level practitioner burst into a shout.

"My wife refused to be humiliated and died at the hands of your beastly master. Today I will use you as a sacrifice to my wife's spirit in heaven. Die!"

As he spoke, his qi condensed, and his hands kept making hand gestures, emitting waves of terrifying aura.

Practitioners in the third realm should not be underestimated, as they all have some life-threatening abilities.

So Ye Wuyou’s answer was.

The sword rises with wind and thunder.

As the man's life faded away, Ye Wuyou's words were heard.

"Okay, now you can be reunited."

Also, would Lu Qingshan be interested in other people’s wives?
The best he could do was to read the Little Emperor's Book.

Ye Wuyou felt a little emotional. He suddenly realized that all the magical powers he mastered did not require any hand gestures to cast spells.

Whether it's the sword creating wind and thunder, burning blood, or the man in brocade robe's magical power of sacrificing his own blood when encountering an enemy.

They all have one thing in common.

Instant.

The ground behind him suddenly rippled, and then a dark figure rushed out from it, and the sharp knife with energy was already slashing towards Ye Wuyou's head.

The murderous intent is strong.

The giant blue hand grasped the man's head and turned it gently like a faucet.

The third.

Ye Wuyou didn't turn around to look, but walked out of the alley.

[Kill, kill, kill! How dare these ignorant mortals attack you? Have they forgotten their origins? You created them with your own hands and gave them everything. Now you can only punish them and deprive them of everything.]

[You gradually become murderous. There is a person hiding on the wall 300 meters ahead on the right. On the eaves on the left, there is...]

All of a sudden, the positions of the people around him appeared in his ears.

Shit, it’s open?
Ye Wuyou stood on the street and didn't move anymore.

Perhaps it was because the previous method was too horrific. In less than a few minutes, the three practitioners died cleanly and neatly, leaving some people without any ideas.

Moreover, not many people arrived in Fancheng today.

"Are there no four realms?" Ye Wuyou wondered.

No, it’s not that there are no people in the middle three realms, it’s just that there may not be any in Fancheng right now. Perhaps they were afraid of Lu Qingshan and have not arrived yet.

He did not forget how he was almost killed by the curse.

Those below the third realm posed no threat to him. If a practitioner at the third realm really risked his life, he would be somewhat timid, but he would never give the opponent a chance when he took action.

Only in the middle three realms, with the Dharmakāya in sight, the body is protected by the inner energy, and one can fly in the air with the soul in the body.

Even if one manages to break the opponent's defense by chance, the soul in the middle three realms still exists, unless the soul and body are annihilated in an instant.

The ghost's hand can indeed restrain the soul, but the distance is limited. If you hide in the dark and ambush a person in the third level from beginning to end, it will be difficult, but not impossible.

But since you are the one in the open, you are in a passive position.

Ye Wuyou stood there and waited for a while. Seeing that no one had taken action, he turned around and left. Killing was not his goal, but a means to stop killing.

Besides, he had not forgotten that there was a fourth-level great demon in this city.

That is the more terrifying thing.

Young Master Tang Sanshisan watched from afar, not knowing what to think.

But he finally stood up.

"Are you sure you want to go? I take back what I said before. This kid is quite fierce."

"Go and try? You won't die anyway."

"That's what you said, okay."

The man in black robe laughed and followed.

Ye Wuyou, who had just taken a few steps, paused and slightly turned his body. A few silver needles brushed past his body and flew past, landing on the wall beside him.

There was a sizzling sound of corrosion.

"Hey, how did you sense this move of mine that has no murderous intent or energy?"

The voice of Tang Sanshisan could be heard from all around, but it was so empty that it was impossible to locate the location by the sound.

The narrator can sense...

Of course Ye Wuyou would not answer. He just glanced at the corroded wall, then looked at the silver needle, and spoke almost subconsciously.

"Tangmen?"

"...How do you know?" The voices coming from all around were somewhat surprised.

I just said it casually. Is there really a Tang Sect?

"Because Tang Sect disciples are best at using poison."

As soon as Ye Wuyou finished speaking, before Tang Sanshisan could reply, a man in a black robe on the street burst into a very hearty laugh.

"Hahaha, I'm talking about you, the Tang Sect! Hahaha."

No one knew when the man in black robe stood there.

The man in black robe smiled lightly and did not rush to take action. Instead, he bowed lightly to Ye Wuyou.

"Under..."

Ye Wuyou automatically ignored his self-introduction and looked to the side, at a pale but extremely beautiful woman.

The next second, the woman rushed directly towards him.

Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate at all, he drew his sword and slashed straight at the opponent.

The sword rises with wind and thunder!

He didn't use the ghost.

After all, it is better not to use the strange power. Ye Wuyou doesn't want to become like a mute girl or a footless man.

"What a sharp sword strike. However, this technique of squeezing the acupoints to mobilize the Qi can obviously not be used many times." The black-robed man's eyes were solemn, but he was not surprised.

Surprisingly, the blade did not cut the opponent in two.

Instead, there was a sound of metal hammering.

The knife energy swept past, tearing the woman's clothes into pieces, but what was revealed under the moonlight was not her skin, but a body of gold and bronze.

Despite this, a very deep scar was left on the woman's body from her shoulder blade to her waist.

At the same time, the man in black robe also took action. He seemed to have been preparing for a long time.

Ye Wuyou was startled for a moment, then he stood still, the sword in his hand slipping away, without moving.

"Okay, Tang Sanshisan, this kid has fallen into my illusion, what are you going to do?"

"What should I do? He cut my love like this with that blow, it's already a way to kill him!"

"Haha, your words are as disgusting as your ancestors'. But if you kill him, no matter how much your sect will give you, remember to give me half of it."

"Easy to say."

The woman followed Tang Sanshisan's control and walked towards Ye Wuyou's body.

Although they said this, they were obviously very cautious.

This is the good thing about the Tang Sect. They don’t have to face the enemy head-on, and their puppets are their fighting power.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

ten meters.

The woman slowly stretched out her hand, with a sharp blade emerging from it.

At the same time, countless dark blue ghost hands that are invisible to ordinary people spread all around.

Climbed all over the woman's body.

(End of this chapter)