Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 497 Trouble Like Tarsal Maggots

I don't know how Ma Yi'ao knew that there was someone behind us, and I don't know why the guy in the distance could follow all the way without anyone noticing. After all, I think my cultivation base has reached a big level. Yes, it's impossible not to notice it at all.

But right now, it's not the time to pursue these matters.

I moved almost at the moment that person ran away, and my whole body was like an arrow from the string, chasing after that person, and Ma Yi'ao followed me closely, passing from another direction, walking with me Left and right, double-team it.

Several people chased for more than 200 meters one after the other, Ma Yi'ao suddenly moved forward, and blocked the man with a misplaced attack.

That kid was very agile, probably because he knew the strength of the two of us, and he didn't dare to confront us head-on. The moment the road ahead was blocked, he turned suddenly, but I suddenly moved forward, got stuck in advance, and then kicked It went over and kicked him in the ribs on the left side.

The man couldn't bear my blow, so he flew up into the air, and finally landed heavily on a big tree not far away that was hugged by one person.

Boom!
I was strong this time, the guy slipped to the ground, but the tree was swaying constantly, and cracks appeared on the trunk.

Good guy, you actually know how to release my strength to that tree.

Is a connoisseur.

As soon as I succeeded in the blow, I stepped forward quickly, and was about to capture this person, but I heard Ma Yi'ao shouted loudly from behind: "Be careful."

I trust Ma Yi'ao [-]%. Hearing his call, I subconsciously stopped attacking and stepped back a few steps, just in time to see that guy's hand come out of his arms and shake it towards me. Yellow smoke.

The smoke rose into the air, covering a large area in front of me, and then there was a very pungent smell in the air.

Where the smoke and dust passed, the plants and weeds on the ground were all turned into charcoal, turning into a dead area.

I felt the pungent smell spread from my mouth and nose to my lungs. Knowing that this thing was poisonous, I subconsciously stepped back a dozen meters, and then started to use the power of Guishui to resist this force.

On the other side, Ma Yi'ao said coldly, "From the Tang Sect in the middle of Sichuan?"

The method used by the opponent is surprising. If someone is not paying attention, he will really be overwhelmed, so Ma Yi'ao didn't take it lightly anymore, and pulled out the Tai'a sword that was shining on the Golden Summit of Emei. Come out, bypassing the burst of yellow smoke.

I heard the sound of chopping swords through the air, followed by a scream, and then all the movement disappeared. At the same time, the smoke and dust fell, but the guy was captured alive by Ma Yi'ao.

Cough, cough...

I felt my throat was itchy, and I couldn't help coughing a few times. Ma Yi'ao had already tied up the man quickly, then stepped on the man's head, and shouted at me: "Are you okay?"

I rubbed my nose and said it was all right.

Ma Yi'ao was a little worried, and said that you should try it once and see if it doesn't go well, let this guy give you the antidote.

Although I thought it was okay, I didn't want to quarrel too much. After I passed my breath and was unimpeded, I walked around the large scorched ground in front of me and walked up to Ma Yi'ao.

I saw that guy on the ground, but he was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. He was not tall, he had a bit of a mischievous look, and he was wearing a pair of glasses. Because practitioners constantly exercise their physique, generally speaking, their physical fitness is not good enough. Very good, there are very few people who are nearsighted, and this guy is one of the few practitioners I have seen who wears glasses.

He was trampled by Ma Yi'ao, his hands and feet were bound, but he was still a little bit unconvinced, and wanted to struggle, so he kicked Ma Yi'ao on the waist several times, and immediately throbbed in pain, and finally he couldn't move anymore.

I said to Ma Yi'ao, "Did you just say Tangmen?"

Because of Tang Dao's relationship, I know a little bit about Tang Sect, and I'm interested in this extremely mysterious sect located in the middle of Shu, so I couldn't help but be a little curious when I heard Ma Yi'ao revealed the identity of this person.

I looked at this guy carefully for a while, and found that he was not a night walker, but a practitioner.

In fact, even though Tang Dao came from the Night Walker among the Tang Sect, the Tang Sect has always been a sect and family of practitioners, and the main characters and structures in it are all practitioners. It's just a special case of the Tang Sect—and Tang Dao is not a descendant of the Tang family, he is just a wild night walker adopted by the Tang Sect.

And because Tang Sect and Farewell Island are two places, one poison and one Gu, the two sides are in a competitive position. They have faced each other for hundreds of years, and there are many grievances and entanglements. The general sentiment is repulsive.

As a wild night walker, it was not easy for Tang Dao to grow up in such a place. Of course, this also created his extremely cold personality.

If he wasn't a Nightcrawler, then it basically ruled out the possibility that this person was sent by Yefuhui to follow him.

Ma Yi'ao saw that I was really fine, so he dragged the guy on the ground up, tied him to the crumbling tree, and said, "You and us have almost gone the same way. I seem to be on the Golden Summit of Emei. I have seen you before, so you have experienced what happened today—don’t treat each other as fools, and don’t overestimate our patience. You should know that after what happened today, all of us People are more nervous..."

The young man glanced at the calm horse and lowered his head.

He was quite fierce before, like a little beast, but after Ma Yi'ao mercilessly hit him a few times, he finally felt scared.

Seeing that the young man was silent, Ma Yi'ao looked very calm.

He said lightly: "Can we talk?"

The young man pursed his lips, and seemed to lower his head even more. Seeing his uncooperative appearance, Ma Yi'ao couldn't help laughing, turned his head, and said to me: "Hou Zi, am I being too kind?" , why do you feel that he is not afraid of me at all?"

I shrugged my shoulders, saying that young people are always a little arrogant in their hearts.

Ma Yi'ao asked strangely: "But I'm neither his father nor his mother, so why does he think I'll get used to his bad temper?"

After saying this, he didn't wait for me to answer, he held a sword flower in the Tai'a sword in his hand, and waved it casually.

Swish!
One ear fell, the young man from the Tang Sect didn't react at first, and then he cried out in pain: "Ah..."

He was tied to the tree trunk, his hands were restrained, and he couldn't cover the wound. He could only twist his body and struggle constantly. The cut of his right ear was bloody, which stained half of his face red, making his expression extremely hideous. terrible.

Ma Yi'ao's sword not only stunned the young man, I was shocked, but he himself seemed extremely calm.

Ma Yi'ao turned the long sword around again, and then the bloody sword pointed at the young man's throat.

He said word by word: "This is the first warning and the last time. I won't give you another chance, so when I ask you, you should answer carefully—do you hear me?"

The severe pain in his body and Ma Yi'ao's "cruelty" completely polished off the young man's stubbornness. He resisted the pain and said weakly: "I heard it."

Ma Yi'ao glared at him and said louder, I didn't hear him.

"heard it!"

The boy raised his voice, which caused the wound on his right ear to be pulled. After he finished speaking, he grinned in pain.

Ma Yi'ao was very satisfied, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Tang Huaijin."

"Oh, it's still a direct descendant of the Tang Clan...it's not easy."

There is a tradition in the Tang Sect that only the direct descendants have a family name, while the disciples of the outer sect all have two-character names—for example, Tang Dao.

"Since you know, how dare you treat me... ah!"

Seeing Ma Yi'ao's knowledge, the young man suddenly raised his aura, but was forced by Ma Yi'ao's sword point, and his words stopped abruptly, while Ma Yi'ao said coldly: "If I ask you a question, just answer it, and then talk about it." Otherwise, I'm not welcome."

"Oh!"

"What do you want to do with you all this way?"

"I... just want to make friends with you two."

Swish!
Accompanied by this Tang Huaijin's scream, his body tilted suddenly, but Ma Yi'ao's tendon in his left foot was severed. He was in great pain, but Ma Yi'ao said calmly: "If you don't worry Cutting off another ear will affect our subsequent communication. I am afraid that you will lose a pair of ears—don’t lie, you know? Isn’t it because you are jealous of my golden cicada’s physique and want to follow me to see if there is any? Is there any advantage to take advantage of, why hide it? Let me ask you the last question, is this decision your own, or was it ordered by someone?"

Probably suffered a great loss, but this time the young man answered decisively: "Myself."

Ma Yi'ao actually believed it, patted his face with the tip of his sword, and said: "You are not very capable, so don't pretend to be aggressive. I didn't kill you this time. I only taught you a lesson. It is to give your parents a face." .But no one's face is always useful, so there will be no next time, you know?"

After finishing speaking, he turned and left. I took a look at Tang Huaijin and followed suit.

After walking more than [-] meters, I turned around and saw the young man looking at us from a distance with sullen and resentful eyes. I felt a little uncomfortable and asked, "Is this the way to settle this matter?"

Ma Yi'ao sighed, and said, "Tang Huaijin, the son of Tang Nantian, the head of the Tang Sect, can I still kill him?"

I was taken aback when I heard what he said, and said no, so unlucky?

Ma Yi'ao shrugged his shoulders, and said with some melancholy: "From then on, there are still many such things..."

(End of this chapter)