The apprentice sat on the ground and cried. He had been crying for more than an hour. The long-term overload operation of the tear glands made his eyes look like water-filled pork, and his eyes were covered with blood. He heard the conversation not far away, and his face was filled with resentment.

He didn't know why his ears were so sensitive, with a distance of more than 100 meters, which would definitely not be heard in normal times.

Not only him, but everyone else also heard the sound.

"It's all handled!"

After the evil words were spoken from Zhang Tian, ​​a cold breath suddenly surged out from the side.

"What's going on?"

"This fog-"

Everyone stood in front of them and looked around.

The originally calm fog rushed from all directions in an instant, flooding the entire camp.

A panic spread rapidly.

"Get into the room!" At this time, a voice pulled everyone back.

Lu Changsheng pushed open the door. When he saw the situation on the bed, his heart couldn't help but tighten. There was nothing on it. The hemp rope as thick as his thumb was broken, leaving only a pool of liquid and sporadic blood.

"Close the door!"

Tian Yong, who was walking at the end, closed the door.

At this time, several people also saw the blood on the bed and couldn't help but say, "What's going on?"

"Song Ding was lying here just now. Because those crying could affect his mind, I tied him up with a hemp rope!" Lu Changsheng said.

The person is no longer there and no one has moved, and the ending is self-evident.

Everyone felt their scalp numb when they mentioned it.

Tian Yong squeezed out a smile, "Don't panic, Song Ding broke one of his legs, and the qi and blood loss was severely damaged, so it was normal to get stuck!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a angrily shout came from behind the room, "Get out!"

Lu Changsheng's face changed, but he did not go around the room, but directly bumped into the front. With a rumbling sound, a hole was directly knocked out of the wooden wall.

Tian Yong and others were secretly shocked. When building these wooden walls, they considered that they would use them for a long time, so they added seven or eight layers of wooden boards, and the lower half was buried in the deep soil. Not to mention them, even strong men like Sun Li who were in the late stage of skin refining would not dare to use their bodies to break them without having to.

But Lu Changsheng did this without hesitation.

When he saw that his body was covered with wood chips but without any scars, he was even more shocked.

"I heard Sun Li say before that Brother Lu is not practicing stance skills, but practicing martial arts iron cloth shirts, right?"

"Is this iron shirt so powerful?"

"It's normal to be awesome. Practicing martial arts is better than Aura martial arts. But few people can achieve success in their cultivation like Brother Lu!"

Zhang Tian gritted his teeth secretly: As for Lu Changsheng's performance, Brother Zheng may not be his opponent!

How did this guy get it?

"He is only twelve years old now!"

Everyone has different thoughts.

Behind the wooden wall, Song Ding was covered in blood and his hands kept slapping on a thin figure.

Unfortunately, his qi and blood were extremely decayed. It would be fine if he had weapons on his body. Without weapons, it would be impossible to hit the enemy.

Just when he thought he was about to die, a strong wind rushed from behind. Song Ding only felt a wind whizzing past his scalp, and then he saw the figure holding his ankle being knocked away and landed more than ten meters away.

Too strong!

Not only strength, but also defense!

After being slashed by Sun Li, Lu Changsheng finally had some understanding of his strength. His ability to resist strikes is definitely much stronger than that of Sun Li, and his strength is also true.

At this time, Lu Changsheng felt that he was a little too much, but it would not prevent him from using his power to suppress others.

The thin shadow who fell to the ground was no longer able to get up, and was cut off by a hatchet.

Lu Changsheng never gives the enemy a chance to breathe. As for the trick of not having to breathe, it won’t let it have one more time to breathe.

Looking at Song Ding's miserable situation, he said to the people watching the show: "Please carry him back!"

Zhang Tian and others frowned, a little reluctant, "Song Ding was attacked by Gui, and he was probably polluted by Gui. There is no evil-killing water here now. Putting him aside will probably be detrimental to us!"

pollute?

A strange look appeared on Lu Changsheng's face, and he pointed to the shriveled corpse on the ground and said, "Is it like this?"

"Yes!" Tian Yong, Zhang Tian and others nodded quickly, "Some people who can pollute humans. We call them polluters!"

Lu Changsheng said: "It's okay, carry him in!"

Song Ding immediately looked grateful and said repeatedly: "Thank you! Thank you!"

"No need!" said, and said in his heart: "If you really want to thank me, you'll be a infected person! That way you can add some evolutionary value to me!"

"Also, will those apprentices become infected too!"

He thought to himself that when the others entered the room, he would bypass it from another direction.

Soon, his figure appeared in the thick fog.

"A quarter of an hour ago, dozens of apprentices cried sadly, but are there no trace at this time?"

The surroundings were empty. He stood for a moment, as if he felt something. He turned his hand and the hatchet appeared directly on his hand, and then slashed behind him.

With a puff, the hatchet tore up the unknown, and a shadow suddenly split, like a split shadow, one on the left and one on the right, like Lu Changsheng rushing, with extremely fast speed, lightning and thunder.

Lu Changsheng moved his body and his body was like a tiger roll. However, he only avoided the shadow on the left, but the shadow on the right fell on him and knocked him away.

Before he landed, he felt the shadow follow him like a shadow and plunged on him.

Suddenly, a strong and stinging cold came from the other party's hands, as if it had suddenly entered the extreme winter environment, and the blood seemed to be frozen.

A thin little hand climbed up his back, with short, sharp and thin finger bones, covered with gray powder, dry as if they were dehydrated and dry skin. The length of the five finger bones looked similar to that of a three or four-year-old child.

Lu Changsheng groaned, and the sharp finger bones kept squeezing into his flesh and blood. However, the imagined situation did not happen. The sharp and sharp finger bones wrapped around the terrible energy, but failed to penetrate Lu Changsheng's skin.

"So it's you! Little devil!"

Bang!

Lu Changsheng smashed his head to the ground, and with a glance, he could see most of the faces of the shadow on his body clearly.

He is thin and short, wearing a long gray dress, looking spotless, with a bun on his head, half of his bone-like jade hairpin exposed, but only one face is indescribable, as if it is covered with a layer of fog.

It seemed that it could not break Lu Changsheng's defense. It paused slightly and was about to let go, when a big hand grabbed it and pinched its neck.

Click!

Without any politeness, I just cut it off.

But Lu Changsheng had no joy on his face. He picked up the fallen hatchet and rushed over with a "tiger tangled".

But the little ghost who was strangled his neck was tilted with his 90-degree head and rushed over again. He ran halfway, and took off his head and threw it out.

Lu Changsheng was startled by this sexy operation, and saw the head with a bun flying over and slashing it out with one knife.

With a tingling sound, the broken head bounced like a ball. After flying out more than ten meters, it rushed over again and stopped in mid-air.

The headless body below suddenly swelled, and the thin hands were stimulating and growing wildly. In an instant, it turned from about half a meter to more than one meter and hanged directly to the ground.

With a "kneel!", Lu Changsheng and his sword repelled.

The strength has increased!

Lu Changsheng felt a stern, but he had no panic in his heart. Instead, he looked at the system panel with great anticipation.

The next moment, a smile appeared on his face.

On the panel, the progress of the two-type knife technique has surged again.

"Black Tiger Sword Technique (First Style: 75% entry progress)"

"Black Tiger Sword Technique (Second Style: 68% entry progress)"

With the foundation of the martial arts "Golden Bell Cover", this little ghost is strong, but it is difficult to hurt him. And he can also practice sword techniques in the fight, and his heart is extremely happy.
Chapter completed!