Flower Stealing Master

Song Qingshu hesitated for a while, and then quietly followed the old man Wusun. From the first meeting, he was a little jealous of this super-spirited guy. He always felt that he would be a threat to him, but he met him a few times before. The opponent was with Temujin and other masters, so he couldn't start.

Now that he is finally alone, how can such an opportunity be let go.

Maybe it was a shameful deal with Hua Zheng. He came alone this time, and he didn't even have an entourage. A white robe in the dark night was clearly eye-catching, but for some reason, the scattered passers-by on the road turned a blind eye to him. As if he didn't exist at all.

"Unknowingly control the hearts of people around you?" Song Qingshu was shocked. This control is really shocking, and he can't hypnotize so many people at the same time.

Seeing his slightly flimsy back, Song Qingshu had to be curious, this body bone still needs thirty beauties in one breath, can he hold it?

"Your Excellency has been with me for so long, so it's time to come out and meet." The old man Wusun turned left and turned right, and finally stopped in a remote alley.

"It's a great shaman, I can even detect my existence." Song Qingshu walked out of the shadows. He was not dressed up as Shuiyue Dazong at this time, and at the same time he did not show his appearance outside.

"Who are you?" The old man Wusun looked at the masked man in front of him with some caution.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What is important is what shameful things you have done." Song Qingshu's heart suddenly moved and decided to swindle him, "Why did you want to kill the King of Red Sun?"

"What nonsense?" The old man Wusun frowned, suddenly remembering something, and asked uncertainly, "Are you a sweaty person, investigating the death of King Hongri?"

Song Qingshu secretly smiled in his heart, but sternly replied, "Since I know that I am a sweaty person, I'm not quick to recruit it."

The old man Wusun laughed loudly: "Joke, even if you are sweating, you won't talk to me like this. Where does the rat generation dare to pretend to be the messenger of the sweat!"

Song Qingshu said coldly: "You didn't want to kill someone because I broke the deal with the princess, did you?"

"You all know?" The old man Wusun was surprised.

Looking at him, I thought he was a fake, but he was not sure about that.

Song Qingshu was about to speak, but suddenly his heart froze. He realized that he seemed to have lost control of his body.

I saw the old man Wusun sneered: "It doesn't matter whether you are a real sweat messenger or a fake one. If you see something you shouldn't see, then go and die." After speaking, the sleeves were raised, one The hidden weapon lased out.

Seeing that he was about to hit, who knew that the man suddenly avoided the hidden weapon on the side of his body.

Song Qingshu sighed: "You want my life even with this ability?" Although his mouth was relaxed, his heart was squeezed with a cold sweat. Just now, the other party could instantly freeze his body, although he was quickly freed from it. , But if you don’t know this trick at the beginning, and there are still a few helpers on the other side, wouldn’t you be dead for a lifetime?

"Are you able to move?" The old man Wusun was obviously surprised. His immense mental power can be described as unprofitable. In many cases, he doesn't need to make a move at all. Blinking his eyes makes the other person live and the other person will die. Because of this, the people in the Mongolian ministries believed that he was a person who could communicate with God in a dream.

Song Qingshu was worried about what he could do. He didn't dare to be careless, and grabbed him by the neck in a flash. In addition to not daring to use the master's cultivation base to avoid being perceived by Temujin, Tongtianwu and others, he didn't care. There is nothing left.

However, the imaginary touch of the neck did not come, but directly grabbed into the wall. Song Qingshu was taken aback and found that the other party was still ten feet away from him, while the surrounding walls and trees kept sliding. The figure of the old man Wusun He disappeared quickly, and he himself was surrounded by earth walls, trees, and weeds.

Looking at the dense obstructions around him, the whole person seemed to be in a maze. Song Qingshu quickly recovered his calm. He didn't believe that the old man Wusun really had the ability to move mountains and fill the sea. All this should be an illusion.

Obviously you have been extremely careful, why are you still being affected by the other party?

If I change someone, I’m afraid I’ve already panicked at this time. After all, this is an age of feudal superstition. Maybe I really think that the other person is a messenger of gods. But Song Qingshu is a person who has undergone the baptism of modern science. I don’t know how many similar situations I have seen in various film and television works. Naturally, there will be no violent mood swings. The other party will next

The mental attack is gone.

"Open it to me!" Song Qingshu said coldly, as the so-called one sword breaks the ten thousand magic, how can the cultivation level be shaken by false illusions when the cultivation level reaches this level? What's more, he was also good at mental attacks!

"How is it possible!" The old man Wusun left a trace of blood between his nose, and he had obviously suffered a certain amount of back shock damage. The opponent broke his two stunts in a blink of an eye, something that had never happened in decades.

He hurriedly pointed his finger forward, knotted an extremely complicated seal on his other hand, muttered to himself, and uttered some rather obscure syllables: "М?нхамьдралдитгэдэгг?йх?м??с??рдхаранхуйдорохболно!"

If Zhao Min were here, he would definitely understand what he said in Mongolian: People who do not believe in the eternal sky will fall into the darkness forever!

Song Qingshu was confused and had to stop. He found that the surroundings quickly became blurred, and then everything disappeared, only the black that was so dense that it could not be removed, and the endless black!

Now this situation perfectly interprets what it means to be unable to see the five fingers, not to mention the five fingers, even the other parts of his body are invisible, as if everything about him has been swallowed by darkness.

Song Qingshu didn't panic, and said lightly: "When the cultivation base has reached my level, I don't need my eyes to see clearly." With a wave of his hand, a wisp of palm wind was printed somewhere.

There was only a muffled grunt, and then all the darkness faded like a tide. The old man Wusun had bent over and held his chest, and the white robe on his chest was stained with blood, which was obviously caused by vomiting blood from the wind.

Song Qingshu walked towards him step by step, secretly taking precautions: "If you don't have other means, I'm afraid you will leave your life here today."

Seeing him approaching, the old man Wusun smiled and said, "Do you think you can kill me like this?"

Song Qingshu frowned, and suddenly felt a powerful palm force slashing at him. He hurriedly flashed to the side, and was about to fight back, but he saw the person's appearance clearly, and he couldn't help but froze there for a while.

The person here has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is tall, who is not Guo Jing!

The old man Wusun took the opportunity to escape into the darkness. Song Qingshu wanted to chase him, but Guo Jing hurriedly attacked him.