Chapter 102: Unfair Tonight
Qi Yangui raised his eyes, quite vicious.
"Which one do you want, brother?" Song Ningshu asked with a faint smile.
"I'm fine with it. Let's see what tricks they play." Qi Yangui glanced at Song Ningshu, and his slender white fingers pinched a wooden sign from her palm, touching her skin.
The fingertips paused slightly and stayed there for a moment longer.
When Leng Bai's fingers touched her palm, Song Ningshu curled her hand unconsciously, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at Qi Yangui.
The palm of my hand is slightly itchy, and the itch seems to spread from the palm of my hand to my heart.
"Hmm?" Qi Yangui met her beautiful eyes and seemed a little confused.
Song Ningshu shook his head.
She must be overthinking it.
Qi Yangui lowered his head, curled his lips imperceptibly, and stroked the wooden sign with his fingers. It was "Ten".
"This material doesn't seem to be entirely wood. It can devour spiritual power, cause people to fall into a coma, and even suck their blood..."
"This should be a magical weapon made from a small amount of Soul Devouring Crystal and Soul Devouring Wood. It's quite hard."
Song Ningshu nodded and pushed open the door of room nine.
Step in and take a look.
There was a table with a set of tea sets on it, a bed, and a vase with a few flowers on a small table at the head of the bed. A faint fragrance floated in the air.
"There are two formations in this room, one advanced at level four, and one elementary at level five." Qi Yangui took a look and concluded, "The advanced level four is the isolation formation that requires a wooden sign to enter."
"The fifth-level primary one is a formation that speeds up the loss of cultivation." Song Ningshu looked at him.
"Smart." Qi Yangui praised, "After the cultivator falls into a coma, the fifth-level formation will be activated, and together with the wooden sign, it will accelerate the absorption of the cultivator's cultivation."
The same should be true for the other room.
"This is the formation-breaking bead. Tonight is unfair, and your attainments in formation are not enough. When the formation is activated, inject spiritual power and throw it casually." Qi Yangui took out a few black beads the size of a little finger and placed them in her palm.
"Okay, senior brother, please be careful." Song Ningshu nodded.
"Let's go." Qi Yangui patted her head and walked out.
Song Ningshu lowered her eyes and played with the beads in her hand. The beads seemed to have been touched by the warmth of the man's palm and were actually a little warm.
Remembering the unintentional touch just now, he gently rubbed it with his fingertips.
A strange feeling flowed through my heart, like excitement and panic.
What's wrong with her?
Blinking his eyes, he put away the beads, shook off the inexplicable emotions in his heart, and sat cross-legged on the bed to practice.
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The moon is at its zenith, and unknown insects and birds are playing a chorus in the night, making the night even quieter.
Several dark shadows passed by outside the rows of rooms and stopped in a room on the first floor.
There were five people standing in the fat shopkeeper's room, their bodies and faces hidden by black cloaks.
"Greetings, master!" The fat shopkeeper's honest face no longer had a smile on it, his back was slightly bent, and his expression was respectful.
"How many people are there tonight?" The leader's voice was hoarse and his age could not be judged.
"There are ten people tonight. At the hour of the Rat, their cultivation will all become yours, master." said the fat shopkeeper.
"Yeah." The leader stopped talking and waited quietly for time to pass.
Song Ningshu woke up as early as when those dark shadows appeared in the inn.
She propped up her chin and looked boredly at the wooden sign floating quietly above the table in the room.
The wooden sign glowed with a strange red light, with a few distinct black streaks faintly visible within the red light.
Two words flashed through Song Ningshu’s mind—evil cultivator!
The vitality of those flowers was constantly being sucked away by the wooden sign, turning into strands of thread that were absorbed by the wooden sign.
A green halo surrounded Song Ningshu, and he was stroking a formation-breaking bead in his hand.
Refining essence?
It is indeed a method that those evil practitioners usually use.
The time has come and a dark shadow appears outside the door.
The door was pushed open, and the man in black, with only his eyes exposed, met Song Ningshu's clear eyes, with a look of shock in his eyes.
How is she still awake?!
Song Ningshu's face was indifferent, and he threw the beads in his hand towards the wooden sign in the air.
With a "bang", the wooden sign fell onto the tea set, breaking the teapot, and then there was a shaking sound in the room.
The formation was broken.
The eldest brother's formation-breaking beads are really useful.
Song Ningshu glanced at the person who came and saw that he was in the early stage of Nascent Soul Realm.
The spiritual power instantly condensed into an ice sword and stabbed towards the face of the person who came.
The man in black waved his hand, and a mist that was red to black shattered the ice sword in front of him.
The ice sword dissipated in an instant, and there was a slight chill in the air.
Song Ningshu frowned slightly, there was such a strong bloody aura.
How many people must have been killed and how many people's blood and essence must have been refined.
Nianzhi appeared in his hand, and with an effort from his feet, Song Ningshu leaped towards the man in black to attack.
The man in black used his hands as weapons to meet Song Ningshu's attack.
After a few rounds of fighting, both of them took a few steps back.
"I didn't expect that a little girl like you, who is only in the Jindan stage, could take so many of my moves." The man in black snorted and laughed.
The sword of Nianzhi trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound, and a layer of frost condensed on the sword.
The ice, carrying the sword's force, whistled towards the man in black.
The man in black formed seals with his hands, and a strange blood mist swallowed up Song Ningshu's attack.
Song Ningshu raised the sword again and moved forward, and the color of the light changed from silver to green. The sword seemed to be surging with infinite vitality.
Nianzhi's sword passed through the blood mist, and the blood mist dissipated in an instant, and the sword arrived in front of the man in black.
The man in black subconsciously blocked it with his hand, but...
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