Immortal, I only practice forbidden arts

"Are you crazy?"

Scarface was so scarred that he had no choice but to roar, trying to get Jiang Ming to regain his senses.

Jiang Ming was not crazy in the first place. After hearing these words, the speed in his hands became even faster.

The moment he hit it out, some flames came out.

The flames burned Scarface's body, and he frantically extinguished the flames on his body while dealing with Jiang Ming.

It didn't take long before he was exhausted and part of his body had been burned.

Sikong Wu Yuan forced himself to finally understand Scarface.

Scarface fell to the ground with his eyes open.

There are still many things he wants to do, but he can no longer do them.

Jiang Ming clapped his hands.

Now everything is completely resolved.

Staring at the eighteen-story staircase that had not yet disappeared, Sikong Wuyuan felt lingering fear, feeling that he could not see the depth at a glance.

Jiang Ming sneaked around behind him, raised his hand and pushed him down.

Sikong Wuyuan was defenseless and looked at Jiang Ming in disbelief.

how come?
Why did His Highness the Savior treat him like this? Aren't they good friends?
However, he knew that he could not ask the answer, so he closed his eyes and planned to wait for death.

Jiang Ming also jumped down, very fast, reaching the ground before Sikong Wuyuan, and caught him.

Sikong Wuyuan, who originally wanted to wait for death, couldn't wait for the result, and couldn't help but feel strange.

Opening his eyes, Jiang Ming's face was magnified hundreds of times in front of him.

Thinking of what happened just now, Sikong Wuyuan left in a panic and found that he was in Jiang Ming's arms just now.

Jiang Ming knew that the other party was wary, so he dismissed his idea and said: "Going down the stairs will also consume your spiritual power. Only by doing this will your spiritual power be lost."

Sikong Wuyuan pursed his lips, thinking that this was the truth, and said with relief: "I don't think His Highness the Savior would do anything to hurt me, or I am worrying too much."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

If His Highness the Savior really betrayed him, then he would be at a loss.

The eighteen steps of the stairs completely disappeared at this time, Jiang Ming sighed.

This last step finally came to an end.

"You don't think this is the end, do you?"

A voice sounded, and Jiang Ming turned around and saw the maid standing aside watching the show.

He couldn't remember who the maid's master was, but her identity was definitely not that of a maid.

"I want to avenge my master!"

The maid glared at Jiang Ming fiercely.

Jiang Ming nodded in understanding.

It was as if he was afraid of the other person.

Sikong Wuyuan jumped out, took out a rope and threw it in front of the maid.

The maid was startled and her face turned pale, completely in line with Sikong Wuyuan's thoughts.

He laughed and said: "Isn't it revenge? Why is this revenge a bit bizarre?"

The maid suddenly felt ashamed, took a deep breath and said, "It's none of your business."

Her secret intention to commit suicide loomed.

The people in front of me are really noisy.

"His Royal Highness the Savior is my good friend. This has a big relationship!"

Sikong Wuyuan made a face.

He had long been dissatisfied with the pretentious scar face, and now that the other party's maid was furious, it was a relief for him.

The maid laughed coldly, slapping her palms and playing notes to Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan.

The notes are loud and continuous.

"The show has started?"

Sikong Wuyuan disapproved and made a puff, planning to catch it directly.

Jiang Ming stopped his movement and said, "This can't be caught out of thin air."

ah? His Highness the Savior actually knew his thoughts?
There were big question marks in Sikong Wuyuan's eyes.

The musical note was like a chopping knife, and the stone was split in half.

Seeing the neat scratches, Sikong Wuyuan sighed.

This man is so cruel.

Didn't get it?
The maid was furious, and the bell tied to her ankle kept ringing.

She spun towards Jiang Ming, who raised his feet and carved crosses around her.

"The water is rushing, and the loser is the bandit." She walked into the air, surrounded by water, and the bell rang loudly.

Sikong Wuyuan felt a pressure coming towards him and had no choice but to squat down.

Jiang Ming raised his palm, and all the water was immediately taken away by him.

Sikong Wuyuan was stunned.

This was the first time he had seen this kind of technique, and His Highness the Savior had to open his eyes every time.

He couldn't help but swallow.

This ability is truly enviable and enviable.

When will he have such ability?

However, Jiang Ming himself was also shocked.

He just wanted to fight, so why did he suck the water directly in?
However, the spiritual power of this water flow is quite nourishing.

He was somewhat satisfied.

Also frightened was the maid, who was about to cry.

My spiritual power has never been in this situation before, how could it be sucked away by His Highness the Savior?

Then how will she survive in the future?

"Thief, I will make you pay back hundreds of times!"

She was furious, and countless darts appeared in her hand.

Jiang Ming responded calmly.

However, the moment the dart approached him, it automatically flowed back and reached the maid's hand again.

Jiang Ming and others were stunned by this saucy operation.

Jiang Ming thought.

Should he thank the other party for not killing him, or laugh at the other party's mistake?

This is so hilarious.

"Pfft!"

Sikong Wuyuan couldn't help bursting into laughter. Thinking of giving face to the maid, he suppressed his laughter and said: "What the hell... Thank you so much for not killing us..."

The words were stumbled and slurred, and the maid's face turned blue and purple.

She took a deep breath and threw the thing in front of her again.

She didn't believe it. This thing was back again? Are you so disobedient to your own things?

Unexpectedly, just as she thought, the darts did come back again.

The maid is about to cry again.

Why should this dart listen to His Highness the Savior?

She worked so hard to raise so many darts with her spiritual power, and no one was grateful.

Jiang Ming felt a little sympathetic to the maid.

"I think you should give up. None of your things agree with what you are doing."

Sikong Wuyuan could see clearly and reminded the maid.

The maid pinched her waist, looking unyielding.

"You want me to surrender? No way!"

She jumped up and rushed straight towards Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan.

The two men fought nervously.

Unexpectedly, in an instant, the maid disappeared out of thin air.

If she can't fight, can't she run?
This is the best policy!
There were three question marks on their foreheads.

It's not good to be a deserter.

"Come on, people ran away."

Seeing the mess in front of him, Jiang Ming planned to return to the palace.

The group of people from Medical Valley gathered together and directly blocked Jiang Ming.

"Your Highness the Savior, please save us. We have suffered heavy casualties one by one. We really can't heal ourselves."

Looking around, the people were covered with wounds of various sizes.

Some have lost a leg, and some have no arm.

"Where do you have the nerve to ask for help?"

Sikong Wuyuan smiled.

These people are really shameless. (End of chapter)