Chapter 294 General Luo Qing's eyes move when he pretends to sleep

Mu Xian stopped his lazy attitude and sat upright at the table, which was covered with special ink paper.

The level of cultivation he displayed was in the late Mahayana stage.

The first monk stood in front of Mu Xian.

Mu Xian glanced at him, and made a complicated magic gesture with his hands. A ray of light lit up in his hands. He tapped it on his forehead, and then the scene in front of him changed.

What Mu Xian saw was no longer the monk's body, but his soul.

He stored his spiritual power in the Pen of Life, and touched the monk's brow with the pen. The monk's soul was then drawn out by the tip of the pen.

Mu Xian pressed the tip of the pen on the ink paper, and soon, the soul became a painting.

Two soldiers in black armor came forward and helped the monk whose soul had been extracted to sit aside.

Because of the magical properties of the Living Pen itself, the Living Pen will actively protect the cultivator whose soul has been extracted.

Mu Xian glanced at the crowd inconspicuously, then lowered his head and used the Living Spirit Pen to modify the flawed soul on the ink paper.

As if they knew they shouldn't be disturbed, the crowd was very quiet.

Jiang Sui looked up, and after a while he said, "Why don't I see any soul?"

"Because the Living Spirit Pen will automatically shield the soul of the cultivator whose soul is being restored from all cultivators except the one holding the pen, no one else can see it." Jiang Ling said from the side.

"I saw it." Lou Fanfan said.

Chuan Li and Jiang Ling looked at her in surprise, "Can you really see it?"

Lou Fanfan nodded, "Yes, I can even see the gap in the soul clearly."

There was a dent in the monk's soul, where his heart was located.

Song Ningshu looked towards the center of the platform. In fact, she could see it too.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the soul was repaired. Mu Xian tapped the table twice with the tip of the Living Pen. A soul with its defects repaired automatically flew up from the ink paper and landed on the monk's body.

Soon, the monk woke up slowly and felt the smooth flow of spiritual power in his chest, and was very excited.

After feeling happy, he bowed in the direction of Mu Xian and said, "Thank you, sir!"

Mu Xian withdrew his gaze from the crowd and nodded slightly at him, "Next one."

Immediately afterwards, the next monk was brought up.

Chuan Li and Jiang Ling's eyes wandered among the crowd, but they didn't notice anything unusual.

After losing his initial curiosity and understanding how to use the Life Pen, Jiang Sui looked at the monks watching the fun under the round platform without much interest.

Faintly sensing some familiar fluctuations of spiritual consciousness, Qi Yangui looked up in the direction where Xie Huaiyi was hiding.

It was Xie Huaiyi who was using his spiritual sense to seal off Xiqiao City.

This also means that the thieves have entered the city.

Song Ningshu looked in a certain direction, sent a message to others, then disappeared and merged into the crowd.

Mu Xian, who was sitting in the center of the circular platform, didn't even raise his head and continued to paint on the paper.

The black-armored soldiers still had stern expressions.

The souls of nine monks have been repaired, only the last one is left.

Mu Xian looked at the last person who came up and concealed the emotions in his eyes.

He was a young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome and flamboyant face.

"Sir, I have a headache." Luo Qing frowned and said in a clear voice.

Mu Xian said calmly, "Stand still."

Hearing this, Luo Qing stood up straight.

Mu Xian turned the living pen in his hand, accumulated the spiritual power in his hand, and fell on the pen.

The tip of the pen lightly touched Luo Qing's brow, and then Luo Qing fainted. Two soldiers came forward and carried him to lie aside.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one else could see, Mu Xian scribbled freely on the ink paper.

Lou Fanfan stretched her neck and saw that Mu Xian was making dots here and there on the paper, and it didn't look like he was repairing a soul at all.

Lou Fanfan's mouth twitched. This is just a show.

One of the two soldiers who carried Luo Qing to the side glanced at Luo Qing lying next to him and took out a piece of cloth to cover his eyes.

Young General Luo Qing's eyes will move around when he pretends to sleep, so don't give yourself away.

Although they are not afraid of being exposed, they still have to perform the whole show.

Mu Xian moved his hands casually and glanced at Luo Qing, whose eyes were covered.

Suddenly, a monk among the crowd watching from the round platform spat out a mouthful of blood and flew into a rage, "Who?! Who stole my spirit ring?!"

The contracted spiritual ring was forcibly taken away, causing backlash from the contractor.

The crowd suddenly became agitated, and many monks looked around.

A black figure approached the stage with a slightly petite figure.

Song Ningshu followed behind them.

After receiving the order, the black-armored soldiers were ready for battle.

The black figure suddenly flew up and quickly approached Mu Xian.

Mu Xian looked up and saw the table in front of him was quickly pushed aside by spiritual power. The wind brought by the approaching black shadow stirred a few strands of blue hair.

The black shadow slapped out spiritual power, and Mu Xian raised his hand, and a stream of spiritual power directly blew the black shadow away.

Moreover, the spiritual power tore the cloak on his body into pieces without hesitation.

At this time, the onlookers had been quickly driven away by the black-armored soldiers, and the originally bustling crowd was empty in an instant.

The cloak was torn into pieces, revealing Song Qianyu's somewhat gloomy and charming face.

Under the pressure of the Mahayana realm, Song Qianyu lay on the ground unable to move, and was detained by the black-armored soldiers.

In the dark, Song Xianyu approached Mu Xian with the help of the divine-level stealth technique, replaced the Life Pen that Mu Xian was holding in his hand with a replica of the Life Pen, and quickly escaped.

Another dark figure approached Song Xianyu, snatched the pen from her hand, and fled towards the city gate.

Mu Xian curled the corners of his lips coldly, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his hand.

idiot.

The spiritual consciousness belonging to the Nirvana period dispersed, and the black shadow used the artifact to escape the spiritual consciousness lock and continued to escape.

Luo Qing, who was lying on the side, had disappeared, but suddenly appeared next to Song Xianyu and kicked her sideways.

Song Xianyu, who was escaping in the dark, was kicked hard in the stomach and fell heavily to the ground, revealing her figure.

A mouthful of blood splattered on the ground.

Then, a soul-binding spell fell on Song Xianyu, binding her tightly.

Luo Qing pinched her chin, smiled sarcastically, and said, "Are you here to die? I'll leave you two abandoned."

Song Xianyu gritted her teeth.

They didn't want to come, but their lives were in the hands of the young master. Knowing it was a trap, they had no choice but to come as stepping stones.

Luo Qing let go of her hand, picked up her collar and threw her onto Song Qianyu, waving his hand, "Take them both to the city gate."

Song Qianyu, who had already been severely injured by Mu Xian's spiritual sense, was hit by Song Xianyu with great weight and let out a muffled groan.

"yes!"

Luo Qing nudged Mu Xian's waist with his elbow and said, "I guess the patriarch has already apprehended the mastermind."

Mu Xian lazily put his arm around his neck and led him forward, "Don't get involved next time. You're afraid that others won't know this is a game. You're not acting like one at all."

"So what if they don't look like them? They still came."

Behind the two of them were soldiers carrying Song Qianyu and Song Xianyu like chicks.