210 Who is she

The man fell to the ground again, spitting blood in his mouth, looking up at the three of them and cursing: "If you want to kill, kill me, I will never be afraid of you."

He actually sacked his supernatural powers! Thinking about how much time and energy he spent to cultivate this supernatural powers? This hateful person easily sacked most of his life's hard work!

At this moment, his eyes were filled with scarlet cold light, and he wished he could tear the sea to pieces with his own hands!

Canghai just looked at him indifferently, not caring about the anger in his eyes, and said indifferently: "Since you understand the superpowers of the Cang clan, you should know that the Cang clan has many criminal laws, and that taste is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear."

Hearing this, the man's face darkened and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.

But he reluctantly suppressed the fear in his heart, looked up at the three of them, and smiled disdainfully: "Do you think I will give you a chance to attack me?"

Anyway, he would rather die in his own hands than fall into their hands, or finally fall into the hands of his master, and accept the cruel criminal law.

His face turned right and he suddenly bit him hard.

But something unexpected happened to him. The poison hidden in the cracks of his teeth disappeared at some point. No matter how he bite it, he also bit his teeth and tongue, and nothing else.

His face turned pale, knowing that when the man in light gray robe attacked him just now, he had already taken away the poison hidden in his teeth. He took action so quickly that he was so fast that he didn't notice it at all.

"Who are you?" He finally felt a little nervous. He seemed to be a member of the Cang tribe. What's even more terrifying was that he was so familiar with the Cang tribe's criminal law.

When he thought of those criminal laws, his face was so white that it was completely pale.

Canghai did not answer his question, but asked in a deep voice: "Who is instructing you to do these things behind your back? Who is going to assassinate Zhan Qingcheng? Also, where is the base for blood slaves to be domesticated? Tell me quickly."

The middle-aged man looked at the three of them coldly and snorted coldly: "Since you are familiar with the Cang clan's criminal law, you know very well that I will never say more to you."

"If you are sad, don't be afraid..." Before Cang Hai finished speaking, his face suddenly darkened, he slapped his feet, and he was about to slap the middle-aged man with a palm.

However, he was still one step late.

After the middle-aged man finished the last word of the sentence just now, a fire suddenly ignited in his body. When he saw his attempt to commit suicide in the sea, he had no time to stop him.

With a "boom", the raging fireworks ignited from the middle-aged man's body. The fierce flames forced Canghai, who had just approached, to take a few steps back and stay away from him.

"The smoke is poisonous, hold back your breath." He came to Jiuyin, held his sleeves, and covered her thin lips and nose with his big palm.

Zhan Qingcheng felt relieved when he saw this.

Not long after, the middle-aged man who controlled the blood slave was completely burned and turned into a pile of dark ashes.

After a long time, Canghai let go of Jiuyin, reached out to brush away the remaining smoke, and took a step to the man's wreckage and carefully checked it. Then he turned around and walked to Jiuyin and Zhan Qingcheng, with a heavy face: "He has magical nature."

The devil's sacred fire burned itself, and others could not imagine the pain, but the man knew very well that if he did not commit suicide, his fate would only be even more miserable.

Although Zhan Qingcheng and Jiuyin still couldn't understand the meaning, they seemed to have already made some vague sense of what they were.

The chaos in Cangdu several years ago was guided by the people of the Demon Sect. The blood slave who appeared this time carried the aura of the Demon Sect. This person who drove away the blood slave also had a demonic nature. It can only be said that the person behind it must be related to the Demon Sect.

But the people of the Demon Sect don’t stay in Cangdu to be king, what are you doing here?

Jiuyin looked up at Feng Mujin who was still standing on the treetops and blew the jade flute, and said uneasy: "Will he hurt himself like this?"

Although she couldn't understand why Mu Jin knew how to control these blood slaves, she could clearly feel that the song he played had mellow internal energy. Such a consumption of true energy would definitely harm his body.

Neither Zhan Qingcheng nor Canghai answered her questions, but jumped to the treetops with her again, lowering her eyes to the blood slaves in the mountain stream.

Most of the blood slaves had left this place and aimlessly broke into the depths of the jungle, away from the sound of flutes, and some of them fell to the ground without moving, not knowing whether they were fainting or dead.

It was not until the blood slave below completely lost his combat power that Feng Mujin slowly put away the jade flute on his lips. The flute was turned back to his waist. He made a mistake and floated back to the ground.

Jiuyin and the other two also jumped down at the same time and came to him. Jiuyin ran over and said uneasyly: "Mu Jin, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Mujin suddenly closed his eyes and pressed his tall body heavily on her.

Canghai and Zhan Qingcheng felt a little nervous. Each of them set up Feng Mujin, and together with Jiuyin, the four of them used their light skills and returned to the convoy in a blink of an eye.

"Please pack everything and set off on the road immediately." Zhan Qingcheng looked up at the dim sky and said in a deep voice.

Everyone hurriedly packed up all the things they could take away. Canghai and Jiuyin helped Feng Mujin back into the carriage, Zhan Qingcheng jumped onto the horse, and led the team forward.

Although the blood slave team has been dispersed, I don’t know if there will be any hidden enemies behind me. There must be many people who can control blood slaves like middle-aged men. As long as there is another new one, they can always slowly summon the scattered blood slaves back and let them continue to chase them.

Judging from the number of blood slaves in this group, it is not easy to escape from the blood slave team. Even if you can escape in the end, casualties will inevitably be inevitable.

No one questioned the order to fight Qingcheng. Jingchuan, who had returned to the crowd, quickly got on the horse and rushed forward with his brothers at the fastest speed.

In the carriage, Jiuyin looked at Feng Mujin who was unconscious and felt anxious: "How is he? Will he be in danger? Is it a poison attack again?"

Cang Hai shook his head and said, "No, it's just that the true energy is over-consuming, and it seems that he has just been poisoned before."

Jiuyin's heart suddenly sank, and she looked at Feng Mujin with a heavy mood.

He had actually been poisoned, but he hid alone in order not to worry about everyone. It was too risky for him to do this. If something unexpected happened...

She didn't dare to think about those accidents.

In a coma, the Aefeng Mujin's eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, and he was very weak.

Canghai helped Feng Mujin up. He wanted to use his skills to heal his wounds, but suddenly he thought of something. He lowered his eyes and looked at Jiuyin who was guarding the side and said softly: "Come and try it."

"Me?" Jiuyin pointed at herself, a little surprised: "Can I?"

Canghai didn't speak, but just nodded slightly.

Although I was a little uncertain, saving Mu Jin was important. At the warning of Canghai, Jiuyin sat cross-legged while Feng Mu Jin was deep, his palms condensed internal force, and suddenly pushed it out together and landed on his back door.

The true energy penetrated into Feng Mujin's body through her palms. Not long after, Feng Mujin's pale face gradually turned a little red.

Canghai kept sitting aside and watching the two of them. Seeing that Jiuyin's forehead was covered with fine sweat, he asked quietly: "How is it? Can you still hold on? If not, you can change me."

Jiuyin didn't say anything, and still calmed down, even increasing the force of pushing it out.

It took about an hour to recover.

He slowly opened his eyes, and although his eyes were a little distracted, he could clearly realize everything around him.

He did not look back, felt the true energy coming from the little hands that landed on his back door, and whispered: "I'm fine, please hold your palm."

Jiuyin didn't speak, but still maintained the force of pushing it out.

In fact, she didn't think she was too weak, but using her qigong was indeed a trauma. She had been a little tired after using her qigong to heal Feng Mujin for more than an hour.

But she was very clear about her current physical condition. She could hold on for an hour while she could be safe and sound.

But Feng Mujin obviously began to feel a little anxious.

"Jiuyin, remove your palm and I'm fine." He said in a deep voice.

Even though she knew that she was pregnant, how could she consume her internal strength so much? If she hurt the child in her belly, he would definitely hate herself.

He wanted to stop him, but Canghai, who was standing beside him, suddenly said, "It's okay, let her help you for a while, I'll watch it. If there is something wrong, I will stop her."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mujin just hesitated for a moment, then stopped talking, closed his eyes and quietly accepted the true energy from the Nine Yin Palm.

What's strange is that her internal strength is obviously very weak, but her true energy is even more mellow than a top master, even like a mountain and a sea, continuous.

When did she learn such a powerful martial arts? It seems to be virtual but real, shallow but deep, and is very clear and fragile, but he can gradually feel her incomparable strength...

Jiuyin, who is it?

After one stick of incense, the sweat beads on Jiuyin's forehead became denser, and Feng Mujin's face gradually returned to the color of an ordinary person.

Canghai let out a sigh of relief and finally said softly: "Okay, Jiuyin, please hold your palm."

Jiuyin slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Seeing the seriousness and certainty in his eyes, she took a deep breath and slowly removed the palm power that had fallen on Feng Mujin.

Feng Mujin adjusted his breath, and when the breath calmed down a little, he suddenly turned around and looked at Jiuyin sitting behind him, and asked anxiously: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Jiuyin shook her head, and before she could speak, she heard Feng Mujin ask, "Is your superpower taught by Canghai?"

Seeing her nodding, Feng Mujin looked at Canghai, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Canghai just shook his head a little and said lightly: "Jiuyin is tired, let her rest here for a while. You can accompany her and I'll go outside to take a look."

Feng Mujin wanted to say something, but after seeing the warning in his eyes, he swallowed all the words back into his stomach.

He said indifferently: "Okay, I'll accompany her here. You can go and see if there are any blood slaves catching up with you later."
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