I am a master of metaphysics, what's wrong with earning 500 billion?

Feng Qi laughed out loud after hearing this: "Leave us behind? It depends on your ability!" After she finished speaking, she turned to Qin Jiao and said, "Leave the dead old man to me, and leave the remaining tough men to you."

Qin Jiao was about to agree, but suddenly realized, what the hell is a macho man?

She looked at the group of people behind the old man again, and suddenly she couldn't look straight at them. She saw those people taking off their samurai uniforms uniformly, revealing their muscular upper bodies.

What are you doing!Just fight, why take off your clothes?
Qin Jiao gave up the idea of ​​fighting these people and directly summoned No. 14 and No. 88.

NO. 14 and No. 88 came with her. However, she told them before getting on the plane that they did not need to follow her. If she lost her breath, let them wait patiently. When her breath reappeared, let them wait for her again. Find it.

No. 14 and No. 88 are her spiritual servants, and it is not difficult for them to find her.

"I didn't expect you to have a spiritual servant, but I looked down on you."

In fact, after learning that they were from Xuanmen, Hashimoto's heart was filled with panic. He had never dealt with people from Xuanmen, but just listening to the seniors talking about them, he knew that people from Xuanmen were difficult to deal with. .

Xuanmen is a very special existence. Xuanmen is the sect with the longest history of its magic. Master Kongshan is already the ninth generation descendant of No. 90. Most people in Xuanmen live long. How many years does it take? It’s history!

What Hashimoto didn't know was that many of Xuanmen's ancestors could live to be hundreds of years old because of their practicing skills. However, later on, their spiritual power in the world dried up, and they could only rely on the stone bed in Xuanmen's secret room to practice. Life span gradually shortened, but despite this, Qin Jiao's master also lived for a full 130 years.

"Damn old man, stop talking nonsense!"

Feng Qi had a bad temper. She made seals with her hands, muttered something in her mouth, and then shouted: "The wind is blowing!"

Suddenly the wind howled in the yard, and the cold wind was like a sharp blade, causing pain on people's faces.

Hashimoto was not surprised that they had broken his curse. After all, they were members of the Xuanmen, and Sorayama was still the head of the Xuanmen, so they must have learned a lot of secret techniques.

Thinking of this, Hashimoto's eyes lit up. If Sorayama was captured alive and forced to transcribe the Xuanmen secrets to him, wouldn't he be invincible in the world!
Hashimoto's eyes were full of greed, and he formed seals with his hands to summon the evil spirits he had refined. A huge group of people rushed towards Qin Jiao.

It's a pity that all his evil spirits were swept away by the howling wind. Feng Qi's voice echoed in the wind: "Old man, your opponent is me!"

Hashimoto was furious: "How dare you ruin my good deeds? Damn it!"

"It's up to you to decide who will win. It all depends on your true ability. You're an old loser who only knows how to curse!"

Feng Qi cursed a lot, and he didn't mean the same thing. One sentence he said was an old loser, another one he said was a dead old man. Hashimoto was so angry that he rolled his eyes and almost lost without a fight.

"I want your life!" Hashimoto also used his ultimate move. He actually sucked all the evil spirits into his body, causing his soul to leave his body and turn into a mountain shrouded in black mist.

No, it’s not a mountain, it’s a monster!

Feng Qi's eyes changed slightly, but his mouth was still sarcastic: "The old monster didn't even let go of his own soul. I've never seen anyone refine himself into a monster. You old guy really has something."

Although Hashimoto's soul was out of his body, he still remained conscious, as if he had practiced it thousands of times. He controlled the behemoth and rushed towards Feng Qi.

Hashimoto's soul was too big. No matter how fast Feng Qi was, he couldn't dodge it and was knocked to the ground by Hashimoto.

Qin Jiao saw Feng Qi vomiting blood and got up unsteadily.

"Sister!"

She wanted to rush over, but was blocked by a few fierce... strong men. Qin Jiao looked around again. No. 14 and No. 88 were trembling with the evil spirits refined by these people. It seemed that physical combat with them was unavoidable. .Qin Jiao is not a hypocritical person. Besides, they are just enemies, so she doesn't have any thoughts about them.

When one of them attacked her and punched her in the face, Qin Jiao easily dodged it by bending down, and then hit the man's waist with an elbow, causing him to fall to the ground in pain.

Each of these people is tall and big, weighing at least two hundred pounds, but long-term exercise has made them strong and strong. The key is that they cooperate very well.

It was really difficult for Qin Jiao to deal with these strong men, and she had no time to distract Feng Qi.

Feng Qi's fight was in full swing, but Hashimoto didn't get any benefits. Feng Qi was very smart. If he couldn't defeat his soul body, he would attack his body. At this time, the old man's hands were broken and his legs were broken. He could only He collapsed on the ground and continued to control his soul.

Of course, Feng Qi's condition was not good either. There was blood on the corners of her mouth and scars on her body. It was obvious that she had been injured more than once by Hashimoto's soul.

Qin Jiao was so anxious that she became more and more cruel.

"Damn old man, take your life!"

Feng Qi's figure swept towards Hashimoto's body again, this time she wanted his life, but at this moment, a strange smile appeared on Hashimoto's old face.

Qin Jiao had been paying attention to them, and she saw it clearly. She immediately realized that this was Hashimoto's trap, and he was waiting for his senior sister to die.

Sure enough, the behemoth was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its soul became the size of a normal human being, holding a black sword that took the form of resentment in its hand.

Qin Jiao's eyelids jumped wildly, and she was about to rush over, but was stopped by a strong man.

"Get out of the way!"

Qin Jiao clenched her fist and struck hard, denting the man's skull and deforming his entire face.

Blood was flowing down his split skull. The other strong men were stunned and forgot to take action for a moment.

Qin Jiao took the opportunity to escape their obstruction and directly made a seal with her hands to teleport behind Feng Qi.

Feng Qi only heard a squeaking sound. She instinctively withdrew her attack and turned to look behind her.

The next second, a look of panic appeared on her beautiful face. What did she see?
She saw that Qin Jiao's chest was penetrated, and the huge thing turned into the size of an ordinary person at some point. It was also holding a sharp sword, which was a sharp sword transformed by resentment.

Blood gushes out crazily. Qin Jiao twitches her lips and says, "Senior sister, it's better for me to be injured than for you to be injured."

Feng Qi understood what she meant. Qin Jiao had a special physique. Her injuries would heal on their own and she would recover very quickly. Even if all her internal organs were necrotic, she could just lie down for a few days. The worst case scenario for such a bloody injury was Lie down for a few more days.

but!

She is angry!

Feng Qi clenched his hands into fists and said word by word: "Old man, you really have offended me!"

She was smiling, and her smile was extremely weird. Her beautiful face suddenly looked like someone from hell, with a sense of soul-stirring fear.