"It is said that since the scholar was born, nine thunders have appeared in the sky, seven earthquakes have occurred on the earth, the human dynasty has declined, and strange things have shocked everyone..."
"Seeing you again today, it feels like a lifetime ago..."
The exiled immortal looked at the scholar, who seemed to have a calm demeanor but was covered in wounds, and smiled bitterly with some helplessness.
It doesn't mean to be sarcastic, it just expresses one's own feelings.
The scholar understood the exiled immortal's character and did not feel dissatisfied. He just walked slowly to the front, holding five pills of different sizes and a pot of dark red medicinal wine in his hand.
"The strange doctor prescribed a medicine, but it takes too long to recover, at least five hundred years, so I came to you."
"Five hundred years...that's a long time."
The exiled immortal glanced at the pill in the scholar's hand, then looked at the wounds on his body.
Or take back that sentence and say:
"Looking at the situation, it doesn't seem to be that long, it's still a little short. I heard that you offended the Moon Fox, and I was really worried about you."
"Nervous? What were you doing when you heard the news?"
The scholar was rather curious as to what the banished immortal could possibly be worried about.
The facts did not disappoint it, and the exiled immortal replied:
"Delete all traces of you, and don't let Moon Fox get involved."
The scholar rolled his eyes at it and handed over five pills and a pot of medicinal wine.
It took it in its hand, weighed it, and a hint of surprise appeared in its eyes.
"How can you have so much ghost money for this amount? If you get it, you won't attack the strange doctor, will you?"
"No, I have a good relationship with the Strange Doctor... Mainly because for some reason, it seemed like it owed me something, so it gave me a discount."
"rare…"
The exiled immortal nodded thoughtfully and put away the pills and medicinal wine.
Then he waved the bone fan gently, and strands of fabric as soft as silk fell from the sky and began to swirl around the scholar.
"Oh, the scholar is really arrogant and stubborn. He even provoked Moon Fox... I heard that you were injured when you went to Guangyu?"
Not far away, another city destroyer sneered and stroked the rockery made of bones with his fingers, like a rich man enjoying an art film.
He clearly didn't understand what was so special about this rockery, but in order to live up to his status, he forced himself to pretend that he knew a lot.
The scholar didn't even look at it, and was too lazy to even reply.
"He's still pretending. He got injured when he went to Xiangyu, and then got injured again when he went to Guangyu. How could there be so many people who could hurt our great scholar?"
How could it bear being ignored?
Just like people, when you mock someone, if the other person doesn't take it seriously at all, then instead of feeling relieved by your mockery, you will become even angrier.
As its face changed, two curved horns gradually rose on its head, the lower part of its face began to protrude forward, and its eyes became wider and wider.
He stomped his foot hard on the corpse, and the ground shook. The silk that had been floating in the air was instantly scattered.
The exiled immortal frowned slightly, "If you step on it and break it, I'll be angry."
Seeing that the situation was not right, several Half-Step City Destroyer figures around them all moved outward cautiously.
Even the other pampered Miecheng wisely hid in the corner after seeing such a scene.
The reason I didn't leave was that I wanted to watch the show.
After hearing such a long paragraph, the scholar finally glanced at it and then said:
"roll."
If Lin Fan and others were present, they would definitely feel familiar with the word "roll".
The tone and intonation were exactly the same as when Jiang Chen told the scholar and the strange doctor to get out.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is plagiarism.
"Go away? Fine, fine, I'm still pretending to be okay with such an injury, right?"
The strange man with long horns clenched his fists tightly, and when he took another step, purple air emerged from his body. His muscles grew bigger and bigger, like a 1.8-meter-tall muscular minotaur.
"I've been annoyed with you for a long time. You opened the Jieyou Bookstore on my territory and even took my men to guard it. I used to hear how powerful you were... but now it seems you're just putting on a brave face!"
Until it came to within ten meters of the scholar, its purple aura was like a magnified version of itself, and it was holding a purple battle axe in its hand.
"Kneel down and apologize to me, or you want to recover? First, let's see if you can survive me!"
Longhorn's speech began to sound very nasal, and now he could no longer be called Longhorn so casually.
It should be changed to weird horns.
"Ah... you can fight, but don't hurt any of the flowers or plants here, otherwise... I'll be angry."
This is the second time the exiled immortal emphasized this.
Even though there are corpses around, there are no flowers or grass at all.
It seems that the realm of the exiled immortal is very high, and he would treat corpses as flowers and plants.
In fact, it is to prevent backlash when the time comes and you get angry and it is useless.
He expressed his anger and stopped in time when he couldn't win.
Sometimes it admires its own intelligence.
The scholar was elegant, and after only a glance at the strange horns, he confirmed:
"Evicting a piece of trash won't hurt anything."
"The dead scholar is stubborn."
Niu Jiao strangely struggled to grasp the battle axe on the purple air, and unexpectedly achieved a scene where the strangeness and the air were united as one. With a powerful swing, even the air was split to create a distorted space!
Facing the powerful attack, the scholar simply waved his hand, and several yellowed pages floated out.
"Stop", "Prevent", "Stop", "Eliminate", "Boom"
As soon as the five words came out, Niu Jiao Guiyi felt that the attack with 70% of his strength was stuck in mid-air and could not be launched.
He couldn't even take a single step.
Before it could roar and break free from the constraints of the word, the word "disappear" dispersed the purple air by 50%.
Then came the bang, with a loud noise, blasting it out of the white mist!
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