Chapter 63 Red-faced Ghost
At the foot of Pingfeng Mountain.
At this moment, seven teams are winding their way from all directions and finally converge on the mountain road. Most of these teams are led by a leader, holding a rattle and shaking it from time to time.
Except for the person who led the team, most of the remaining people in the team had dull faces and dull eyes, following the leader like zombies.
However, there are exceptions. Among the seven teams, one is led by two people. One of them is a man in white with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. His right arm is cut off at the elbow. At the moment, he is using a Wrapped in white cloth.
He talked casually to another middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who was leading the team next to him. He was still looking around with a pair of ruthless eyes, looking cautious and vigilant.
"Junior brother, I am not telling you, you are too arrogant. Could it be that you were scared out of your wits after the first battle?" The one who spoke was the middle-aged man in green next to the man in white.
"Senior brother, you were not there at that time. The strength of that man's sword is unbelievable. If it weren't for my superb Taoist skills, how would I be alive at this moment?" The man in white replied, rolling his eyes.
"Haha, I think it's obvious that you're not good at studying. This time, you're cheating. Half of your arms are missing. You've lost more than 20 priests. I think the red-faced ghost I won't let you go lightly."
The man in white couldn't help but shuddered when he heard him mention the "red-faced ghost", and hurriedly whispered in his ear.
After hearing this, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi smiled with satisfaction, nodded and said: "You know what I'm doing, I've arrested a dozen more people anyway. Since you and I have these benefits, I will allocate ten people to you later. It's a good thing for you, but you can't break your promise. Oh."
The man in white immediately patted his chest and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, I will always promise you a thousand dollars!"
"Yes" The middle-aged man in Qingyi was in a good mood. , patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Cheng, you In fact, this person is good at everything, but he is too timid. We, the eight brothers of the Corpse Ghost Sect, are here. It’s okay if the person who hurt you doesn’t come. If he comes, he will be safe and he won’t come back!”
Cheng San said with a flattering smile: "Senior brother has amazing magical powers. Even if that person comes, he won't It takes eight people to join forces, and the senior brother can defeat it with just one sword, so that she can know the methods of our Corpse Ghost Sect!"
"You are just a flatterer!" the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi said with a smile. But there was a proud smile on his face, obviously he was very pleased with this flattery.
While he was talking, seven teams, totaling more than a hundred people, had gathered together and began to climb up the Pingfeng Mountain trail.
Not far from them, on a steep rock in Pingfeng Mountain, a man and a woman were lying down.
The man is dressed in linen gray clothes, and the woman is dressed in coarse cloth peasant clothes with a few embroidered clothes on them.
The two people were naturally Liang Yan and Li Xiran who came in a hurry. Li Xiran specially changed his clothes. Instead of the black clothes before, he was dressed like a village girl. However, his face was charming and cute. But nothing you wear can cover it up.
“These leaders are only at the second to third levels of Qi training. They have not even crossed the first threshold of the Qi training period. They don’t seem to be something to be afraid of. It’s just that I don’t know what cultivation level they mentioned as the ‘red-faced ghost’.”
Liang Yan lay on the boulder and carefully observed the enemy's intelligence below. He was still thinking about the details and countermeasures of the upcoming action, when he suddenly heard a heavy breathing next to him.
He turned around and saw Li Xiran staring at the people below, his eyes about to burst, almost ready to spit fire.
Liang Yan secretly said "No!". Sure enough, Li Xiran stretched out his hand to draw the knife from the storage bag.
"Don't! Heroine! Let's be patient for now. These people's lives are not in danger yet." Liang Yan hurriedly held down her hand.
Li Xiran turned around and glared at Liang Yan and said: "Why did you stop me? When I went down, I stabbed each of them, and ended up killing these villains!"
Liang Yan sighed and said: "Rescue people to the end. These people have been here from Screen City for less than half an hour. They are not in danger yet. We will follow quietly, find their lair, and then rescue the people inside together." It’s not too late!”
Li Xiran had already pulled half of the knife handle out of the storage bag. After hearing Liang Yan’s words, he finally suppressed the anger in his heart, but his chest rose and fell sharply, obviously. Be patient.
While he was speaking, the team on the mountain road passed directly below them, leaving only the last dozen or so people hanging at the rear. Liang Yan winked at Li Xiran, and the two of them jumped off the boulder at the same time, landing lightly at the end of the team without making any sound.
As soon as the two entered the team, their eyes immediately darkened and their expressions became dull. At first glance, they were no different from the other people in the team. The leader of the last team was a short, fat young man wearing black clothes and a black hat. He seemed to have something, and looked back doubtfully, but he didn't see anything strange at all, so he shook his head and continued to lead the way.
Liang Yan and Li Xiran just mixed in behind the crowd and followed the large troops towards Pingfeng Mountain.
About half an hour later, the team suddenly stopped halfway up the mountain. The leader turned around and no longer went up the mountain road, but walked towards the woods on the side. The monks behind them also shook their rattles, changed the direction of everyone's travel, and walked towards the forest.
After everyone walked in the forest for about a while, the ground in front of them suddenly opened up, revealing a large open space.
I saw eight red-hot huge iron pillars in the open space, standing in eight directions: east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast. There was a huge brazier placed on each of the iron pillars, and the flames were burning inside. It was unknown what was burning, and it gave off a stench.
Eight iron pillars form a circle. There is a futon in the open space in the middle of the circle, and a big man in red sleeps on the futon.
This big man had a strange appearance, his face was as red as a jujube, and his arms were muscled. He was more than nine feet tall, almost twice as tall as an ordinary person. At this moment, he was sleeping soundly holding a wine jar as big as a water tank, like a huge mountain of meat.
"Eighth level of Qi training!"
Liang Yan was shocked. He didn't expect that this red-faced ghost could not compare with those of his men.
You need to know that there are three hurdles for Qi training monks, and each hurdle is not easy to overcome. This second hurdle is to advance from the 7th level to the 8th level of Qi training. Once a monk breaks through, his whole body's spiritual energy will become extremely pure, and the power of his spells will increase exponentially. It is not as simple as a small realm gap.
Ordinary monks cannot drive objects to fly until they reach the eighth level of Qi training, because the spiritual power in their bodies is not pure enough. Of course, Zhuo Bufan of Yixing Pavilion is an exception due to his status as a sword cultivator. .
Just as Liang Yan was secretly calculating in his mind, the eight monks leading the team waved their rattles, and everyone stopped in place. Then the eight people prostrated themselves to the ground at the same time, and said respectfully to the red-faced man in the middle: "Master Red-faced Ghost, the human sacrifices you want have been brought."
After the eight people finished speaking, the red-faced man in the middle seemed not to be the same. He didn't hear anything and was still sleeping soundly on the futon. But everyone did not dare to neglect at all, and kept their posture of prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.
After a while, the red-faced man suddenly snorted, opened his eyes leisurely, raised the wine jar as big as a water tank in his arms, and poured it into his mouth.
“No more wine again!” The red-faced ghost said and threw the wine jar over everyone’s heads.
With a "Bang!" sound, one of the unlucky guys was hit on the head and bleeding, but he was still lying on the ground, not daring to say a word.
Another monk hurriedly climbed forward a few steps and said in a panic: "Sir, please calm down. When this matter is over, we will go down the mountain to buy enough wine for you, and please bear with us for a while!"
"Haha, You are still sensible and will respect me!" the red-faced ghost laughed.
He rubbed his half-raised eyelids, stood up from the futon, glanced behind everyone, and suddenly frowned: "Why are there so few people!"
As soon as he finished speaking , Cheng San immediately climbed out of the crowd, with a trembling tone in his voice. He said: "Sir, please calm down. I met a powerful enemy at the foot of the mountain and forcibly rescued a group of people. However, my subordinates have already made up ten people from other places, which should be enough."
"Barely enough?"
The red-faced ghost raised his eyebrows first, then nodded and said, "Well, you are right."
Cheng San was overjoyed and raised his head to say something else. But he was horrified to find that the red-faced ghost had already stood in front of him, looking at him pitifully.
Before he could speak, the red-faced ghost pierced his Dantian with one hand, stretched out his hand and twisted his neck, twisting his head off.
Then he raised his hands and threw Cheng San's body into a brazier. The flames in the brazier immediately swelled, and a faint blue light emitted from the center of the fire.
“It’s really enough!” The red-faced ghost said with a smile: “Including yourself.”
(End of this chapter)