Countryside Magic Doctor

With a loud plop, the head bower was kicked to the ground and rolled into a ball. The table used for practice was also knocked to the ground. All kinds of things on it were scattered all over the ground, and bursts of white fog were steaming on the ground in an instant.

In the white fog, he Feng calmly walked in front of the headmaster, and then stepped on his heart.

"What are you? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked

The headmaster probably understood Chinese. After hearing he Feng's words, a trace of malice flashed in his eyes.

In my heart, there is great fear.

Because head Bowers do not belong to practitioners, they are just ordinary people's bodies, and even their bodies are not as good as ordinary people's bodies.

The reason for this is that when casting spells, the head lowering masters often eat something they shouldn't eat, do something they shouldn't do, and often bleed.

In this way, heavy metal poisoning, food poisoning, plus taking their own toxins and bleeding from time to time, can your body be good?

Typical sub-health physique, usually let them hide in the dark and be a grass man. It's OK, or do a spell to frame someone, which is what they are good at.

But when it comes to fighting, they can't even fight an ordinary person.

Because the body is too weak. Maybe some strong people can beat him to the ground with one punch and can't get up again.

He Feng did not dare to despise what he Feng said, because the tools he used to do have disappeared, and he is now lying on the ground. He can't move his chest when someone steps on it.

The pressure on his chest was very heavy. The head lowering master tried to struggle for several times, but he never got rid of it.

The brain kept telling him that he should be obscene and take a soft coat at this time.

After all, he who knows current affairs is a hero.

This is always the case.

"Sir, I'm just here to attract some soldiers and souls of the army," said the head lowering division.

"What are you calling them here for?" He Feng asked. The strength on his feet gradually increased, and the head lowering division at the bottom was pressed out of breath.

He kept his mouth open and wanted to relax and absorb more air from the air.

However, he Feng will not let him achieve his wish.

One foot kept stepping on the headmaster's chest.

It compresses the head bower's lungs so that he can't breathe. The reason for doing so is that there is a criminal law with a principle similar to it.

That's waterboarding.

It is simple but effective to extract confessions by suffocating prisoners, because not everyone can bear the pain of suffocation.

"Put your son of a bitch." He Feng stepped on the foot of the headmaster and made a slight effort.

Cluck! A series of noises came out, and some slight depressions had appeared in his chest.

His ribs were directly crushed by He Feng. He Feng felt a little helpless. Even if they were dying, they didn't like to tell the truth.

However, he doesn't worry about this problem. With the art of soul taking, he realizes that he can't even extort a confession by torture.

For him, it was just a very simple thing.

As soon as the Dementor comes out, you can sit and wait for it to change.

Just when he Feng was ready to show his soul taking skill, the head lowering division who waited a minute took the lead in responding.

He had been brewing this move for a long time. It was a move for him to protect himself. I saw him bite the tip of his tongue.

A mouthful of dirty blood flowed into his mouth, and the blood seeped through the corners of his mouth. Then, with a Pooh, the headmaster spit out the dirty blood from the tip of his tongue.

Blood is in full bloom in the sky, forming small blood spots.

He Feng was not moved by this place. He still wanted to deal with him. It was a fool's behavior. Just stretch out his finger gently, and he could eliminate this must kill skill set down by it.

The headmaster's mouth has outlined a ferocious smile. He feels that he Feng is bound to die. His move, using his Taoist practice generated by years of cultivation, has the greatest power.

Enough to destroy the people you want to destroy.

But where did he know that he Feng in front of him was an ordinary Taoist or something?

He is a cultivator. If you have to give him an identity level, he Feng is an immortal compared with those Taoists who walk around the streets to watch Feng Shui and break Yin and Yang.

The so-called Sanqing is just the best among them.

He Feng looked at him coldly, waved his big hand, and just floated nearby. Small blood spots turned into swords disappeared. In the air, a breath called death was spreading.

When the headmaster saw this, his face immediately changed into a dark color, as if he were going to die at any time.

Just now, he spit out the essence of his life, that is to say, his fatal blow did not succeed, and now she has already withered away with oil, so she simply can not start the next move again.

So now he is bound to die.

He Feng ignored him. Such a person who doesn't know the current affairs doesn't have to worry about him at all. He just needs to get enough value from him. As for others, it's not his scope of consideration.

After using the Dementor technique, the head bender didn't last long. Just a few seconds later, he was like an ordinary man.

He Feng felt that there was something in his brain that could manipulate him.

Now he can manipulate the head lowering division at will.

"Tell me, what do you do to summon these ghosts?" He Feng asked.

The head lowering division, who had been controlled, said quickly, "they have great power. Especially when they gather, I want to borrow their power. That's why I did it."

"What will happen to them after borrowing?" He Feng asked again.

"I don't know. I'm scared," said the headmaster.

With a slap, he Feng stepped on his foot, and the headmaster at his feet died completely, and his spine became two disconnected things.

This is his punishment.

As for those gathered military souls, they are still arranged in a neat and crowded square array. Standing in the open space on one side, their eyes are listless. At first glance, they look like they are controlled. He Feng doesn't know how to lift the prohibition.

Therefore, he entered the space, which will give him enough answers. Here is Yunzhu, which is similar to the grandfather of the protagonist in various fantasy novels.