Wild boar

Chapter 192 Divine Sense Suppression
Li Sijiao led a sand camel beast and five camels out of the stone courtyard with a happy face.

Bai Yunting quickly set up a formation in the stone courtyard.

After a moment.

The gap used as the gate of the stone courtyard transformed into a thick stone wall...

An earth-yellow flag was hung on the roof by Bai Yunting, swearing power with the flag.

Except for the gate being blocked by the transformed stone wall, there seems to be no change in Bai Yunting's stone courtyard. However, once an enemy breaks in, a killing array will inevitably be triggered.

After arranging the formation, Bai Yunting pushed open the stone well cover, took out the jade pot from the storage bag, and used the Object Control Technique to drink the well water.

A pot of desert nectar was quickly filled, and Bai Yunting raised her head to drink...

Drinking a large amount of desert nectar can speed up the progress of cultivation in the purification realm, which can be regarded as an unexpected gain for Bai Yunting.

Not far from the stone courtyard where Bai Yunting is located, there is a smaller stone courtyard. This stone courtyard not only has a larger stone well, but also a jar of precious desert pepper paste hidden in the well.

Desert pepper pulp is the finest desert fire wine, and it is an extremely precious treasure even in Chizhou.

This jar of desert pepper pulp can allow a Lian Gang monk to quickly pass through the most difficult training stage and enter the Pure Hua stage. If it can be sold to the disciples of the big sect, it can be sold for a sky-high price.

Trader Gong Quanzhong hid the desert pepper pulp here three years ago and planned to sell it at a good price this year. However, someone has already arrived here first.

A dozen merchants following Gong Quanzhong drew out their scimitars one after another, pointing the blade at a tall and burly man in a raincoat and bamboo hat in the courtyard.

"Fellow Taoist, you are not a member of our Leshi Gang, and this area is the territory of our Leshi Gang. Please leave, fellow Taoist, so as not to damage the peace." Gong Quanzhong said with clasped fists.

"Unowned land, first come first served. Since you are the last to arrive, why not choose another stone courtyard?" The tall man made a dull voice using ventriloquism.

If there hadn't been that jar of desert pepper paste, Gong Quanzhong would have turned around and left. After all, there were so many stone courtyards in Chisha Ancient City that there was no point in fighting for something that was easily available.

Gong Quanzhong winked at his disciple.

The disciple nodded, knowing that the master asked him to take the lead and try out his skills as a man in a bamboo hat.

He is also a courageous person. He makes a strange cry and then cuts with his knife.

Bang!
The man in the hat took action faster, and he grabbed the man's neck.

The steel knife slipped, and the merchant was already weak.

The man in the bamboo hat waved his hand and threw the Qi-training disciple out like a sandbag.

Gong Quanzhong clapped his hands, and a khaki-colored Xuangang came out of his body, catching his disciple unharmed.

Gong Quanzhong's face was gloomy, his disciple was defeated with one move, and he didn't even force out the man's evil spirit.

Gong Quanzhong, who looked gloomy, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and the earth-yellow Xuan Gang surrounded his body.

The dust is thick.

Almost all monks in the Gang training stage of the Thirteen Gangs of Huangsha in the Desert have mastered the Shachen Gang.

"Fellow Taoist! It's not a wise move to provoke the Thirteen Desert Huangsha Gang in Chisha Ancient City." Gong Quanzhong advised for the last time.

The man in the bamboo hat was silent. He pointed like a sword, and a pure pale white evil appeared on his fingers.

Gong Quanzhong looked solemn, and the person in front of him was indeed a practicing monk.

Just when Gong Quanzhong was about to defend himself against the man in the bamboo hat poking him with his finger, he never expected that the man in the bamboo hat would actually turn his hand and stab him in the chest.

What's the situation?
Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, Yaoguang.

The man in the bamboo hat taps his seven acupuncture points.

Bang!
The man's body suddenly swelled.

The man in the bamboo hat hid his hands behind his back, and the torn rags fell down, revealing his furry palms.

The man in the bamboo hat lowered his head slightly, his majestic body motionless, pregnant with a thunderous strike.

Gong Quanzhong's face flashed with a ruthless look, and he jumped up into the air with a khaki dust gun and slashed it down with one strike.Bang!
Like his disciples, Gong Quanzhong was grabbed by the neck by the man in the bamboo hat. The sand and dust on his body collapsed at the first touch, as if it was a decoration that was of no use.

Zhu Zishan was also surprised. He originally thought that those monks who were practicing Gang before would be easily defeated by him because of his good luck. Every time he encountered weak chickens in the Gang training stage, he did not expect that the one in front of him would refresh his knowledge. .

Apart from having a Gang Sha, this guy is no different from a disciple in the Qi training stage. It seems that those who were in the Gang stage in the past were at the middle level.

"Put him down!" Just when Zhu Zishan was about to squeeze this guy to death, a majestic voice sounded from the roof behind him.

A gray-robed man wearing a sand-proof turban had his hands behind his back, and his tyrannical mind locked onto Zhu Zishan, making him unable to move.

Bang!
Zhu Zishan let go of his hand, and Gong Quanzhong fell to the ground and fled in a hurry.

Zhu Zishan's palms were trembling slightly and he couldn't move at all.

This is the suppression of spiritual thoughts. The invisible power of spiritual thoughts of the gray-robed man can affect Zhu Zishan's motor nerves, making him unable to direct his hands.

This is the suppression of the realm.

"You all get out." The man in gray robe calmly ordered.

The merchants from the Leshi Gang bowed respectfully to the gray-robed man, and then retreated one after another.

There is only one god-training monk in the Leshi Gang, and that is the gang leader Yan Bingren.

Yan Bingren is one of the gang leaders of the Thirteen Huangsha Gangs in the Desert, and one of the thirteen major city lords of Chisha Ancient City.

Yan Bingren jumped lightly and landed in front of Zhu Zishan.

He turned over his hand, and there was a gorgeous scimitar inlaid with purple gems in his hand.

The tip of the scimitar opened the bamboo hat covering Zhu Zishan's head, revealing a terrifying pig's head.

Yan Bingren flicked the blade.

The machete inlaid with a purple gemstone cut Zhu Zishan's face, but Zhu Zishan's thick-skinned magic power was completely ineffective.

Looking at the trace of blood on the snow-white blade, Yan Bingren was not surprised but happy.

"It's not a mask!"

"Hahahaha... pig demon, you transformed into a human body, but I suppressed you with my mind. What kind of monster are you?" Yan Bingren looked at the blood on the blade, full of surprise.

"If I sell you to Huoluan Palace, maybe they will offer you a good price." Yan Bingren squinted his eyes and thought of a good way to make money.

at this time.

The silver light at the Tianshu point on Zhu Zishan's chest disappeared, and a powerful pulse force burst out. This pulse force was guided by Zhu Zishan into his outstretched right hand.

Yan Bingren, who was just thinking about how much to sell the weird wild boar in front of him, was suddenly grabbed by a big furry hand holding the scimitar's right hand.

Just as Yan Bingren showed a shocked look, he felt that the small bone in his right hand was broken, which was a heartbreaking pain.

"Ah!" Yan Bingren screamed, and he clearly heard the sound of his hand bones shattering.

As the forearm of his right hand was shattered and deformed, Yan Bingren's right hand naturally turned into a chicken claw. The scimitar inlaid with a purple gemstone slipped off on its own, and the blade was inserted into the ground.

Under the severe pain, Yan Bingren instinctively mobilized the spiritual thoughts that suppressed Zhu Zishan, gathered them into a bundle, and sent out an invisible blade of spiritual thoughts that hit Zhu Zishan's head.

puff!
The terrifying boar head spat out a stream of nosebleeds, and Zhu Zishan staggered, unable to stand steadily.

Although Zhu Zishan was severely injured mentally, his body recovered.

The silver light at Tianxuan Point disappeared, and the staggering Zhu Zishan took a step forward and swung his left fist.

Bang!
A loud bang.

Yan Bingren was punched into the thick stone wall.

(End of this chapter)