"If the two of you had not tried their best to fight and frequently made strategies, until now, my subordinates still thought that war was just a joke." The middle-aged scholar closed the folding fan in his hand and laughed softly. This smile made people feel like spring breeze. If you look from the outside, this person really thought he was a kind-faced scholar. How could he have deliberately let the soldiers die in order to hone the will of the army.

Huang Yuchen and Zhan Pengfei stood quietly, looking at the white-clothed scholar quietly without saying a word.

The two of them couldn't figure out why the essay in white suddenly appeared and did not attack them. With the skills and abilities shown by this man, they could handle the two of them with great skill, but did not attack directly. Instead, they stood there and said these dispensable words.

The scribe in white smiled and looked at the two of them, slapped the folding fan in his hands. After a while, he said, "Are you two thinking, why don't I use magic to subdue the two of them? To avenge the soldiers who died before."

The two of them had not spoken yet. After this time, the disorderly aura had calmed down. Huang Yuchen felt that the fighting spirit in his body had stabilized and no longer gasped violently. Although there was not much fighting spirit left in his body, he could barely maintain the battle. Zhan Pengfei's condition was worse than Huang Yuchen, but he no longer gasped at this moment. The fighting spirit in his body was dry. Seeing that the white-clothed scholar had no intention of attacking, he simply sat directly on the ground and looked at the white-clothed scholar with interest, as if he was watching an interesting play.

The two had no intention of replying. At this moment, they were almost trapped here by the white-clothed scholar. At this person's speed, it would be a dream if the two wanted to escape.

Calm down, Huang Yuchen carefully recalled the battle just now, but did not find any traces of this white-clothed essayer using fighting spirit. Everything seemed so natural, suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared. There seemed to be a cloud of fog in his heart, which could not be touched or grasped. How did the essayer's magic trigger?

Huang Yuchen frowned slightly and looked up at the white-clothed scholar. At this moment, the man was still smiling and walking left and right in front of him. He did not seem to have any emotions because the two of them did not reply. He seemed to be integrated with this forest. If he could not see it, just by perception, there seemed to be no object in front of him, and it was blank.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Huang Yuchen's mind, and an idea arose in his heart.

"This man's body is so strange, he is safe and sound by being attacked from the front, and his figure is nothing out of nothing, isn't it..." Huang Yuchen thought to himself, frowned, looked up and looked at the white-clothed scholar carefully, trying to confirm his thoughts, but the scholar looked at the surface, but there was nothing unusual about this scholar. Except for the inability to sense his existence, the slight sound made by the person gently patting the folding fan, and the sound made by his slow pace and stepping on the grass, were far from the guess in his heart. "Why doesn't it look like an illusion, how did he do it?"

The white-clothed scholar walked lightly, paced slowly, and kept smiling, as if he did not take Huang Yuchen and the other two seriously. After saying something just now, he never spoke again. I wonder what this person was thinking about writing in his mind.

"Oh, I said." After a while, Zhan Pengfei couldn't help but said, "What are you going to do? You're walking back and forth, making people dizzy."

"Oh?" The white-clothed scholar looked surprised, stopped and looked at Zhan Pengfei and said, "What, can the general speak? I thought the general was troublesome, so I kept thinking about how to communicate with the general."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhan Pengfei glared at the eyes and said, "What do you want to do? Tell what you have and let go of what you have." He was already a little irritated. The scribe in white just paced himself and trapped the two of them here, not killing or arresting them. He only said a few inexplicable words, not knowing what this person wanted to do. He was determined to draw his sword and go forward to kill him, but his attack had no effect on the other party, so he could only endure it.

"The general is still so angry." The white-clothed scholar narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhan Pengfei, saying, "I just said that it is so angry that it can easily hurt the body." After that, he opened the folding fan in his hand and waved it gently at Zhan Pengfei.

Suddenly, Zhan Pengfei felt a sharp pain all over his body. The severe pain suddenly came. I don’t know where it came from my heart. It seemed to be aroused from my heart, and the whole body was so painful like thousands of ants devouring the body. The pain was unbearable. At this moment, he gritted his teeth hard and tried his best to endure it. He stared at the white-clothed scholar desperately, and seemed to be about to stare out of fire in his eyes.

Huang Yuchen stood beside Zhan Pengfei, not knowing what happened to Zhan Pengfei. He saw the white-clothed scholar gently waved at him with a folding fan, and Zhan Pengfei began to tremble all over. The trembling became more and more intense, until his whole body was sweating profusely and could not stand in Investigation. Huang Yuchen realized that Zhan Pengfei was desperately enduring the pain, and until now, he did not say a word.

Suddenly, Huang Yuchen had a sudden inspiration and did not notice any other movements of the scribe in white just now. He just waved the folding fan and Zhan Pengfei was already hit. A thought suddenly appeared in his mind. He hurriedly called the fighting spirit of the whole body, and quickly made gestures with both hands. A faint yellow light flashed, and several curse seals condensed in front of Huang Yuchen.

"Break!" Huang Yuchen quickly drew several talisman seals in the air, grabbed them with one hand and waved them to Zhan Pengfei's head. With a "bang", it seemed that something was shattered by Huang Yuchen's slap. Zhan Pengfei's pain disappeared immediately, and the heavy burden suddenly took off. Zhan Pengfei coughed violently, knelt on one knee, and gasped. His whole body was sweating profusely, but he did not scream.

Seeing that this method was effective, Huang Yuchen had a faint look at the magic of the scribes in white.

Before they knew it, the two of them entered the illusion of the white-clothed scholar. The arrangement of the illusion is very exquisite and almost unseen. If they hadn't discovered that Zhan Pengfei had been desperately enduring the pain, Huang Yuchen would not have thought about the illusion. The few talismans condensed in the air just now were also techniques for dealing with the illusion in the formation.

"Oh?" The white-clothed scholar couldn't help but lit up when he saw that Huang Yuchen had cracked his skills. He looked at Huang Yuchen and said, "I didn't expect that this young man was also proficient in talismans. He could easily crack the magic tricks. He really shouldn't behave like a person."

Huang Yuchen did not say anything, and stepped forward to help Zhan Pengfei up, inspire the fighting spirit, and slowly transmitted the fighting spirit into Zhan Pengfei's body to help recover. After a while, Zhan Pengfei's face improved a lot. He looked at Huang Yuchen, smiled, and patted his hand gently. Huang Yuchen then withdrew the fighting spirit, looked at the white-clothed scholar in front of him, and said, "You are so skillful, and you are ashamed of yourself. But I don't know what you want to trap the two of us here."

"What did you say?" Bai Yiwen smiled slightly and said, "I just wanted to talk to you, but I didn't have any malicious intentions. Judging from your skills, I just used the Gen word "Method". Unexpectedly, I was young and my formation skills were perfect." As he said that, he looked up and down at Huang Yuchen.

After a day of fighting, Huang Yuchen's body was covered with blood. The ragged long gown that had been injured and ragged on him was now even more ragged. However, he deliberately covered the scars on his chest, but the scholar could not directly see the formation on his chest.

"You can see my technique at a glance, which shows that your attainment in this area is far above me." Huang Yuchen said softly, "Since you don't have the intention to kill me, what do you want to talk about, why don't you tell me directly."

When the scholar in white heard this, he smiled softly and said, "Brother is joking, I have never said that I have no intention of killing you." As he said that, Huang Yuchen only felt a cold light appear in the eyes of the scholar in white, and stared at the two of them with sharp eyes, like a snail, stabbing straight into the two of them.

"Sad!" Huang Yuchen was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly closed his eyes and did not look directly at the other person's gaze. Zhan Pengfei was not aware of this. He was straightforward and had just eaten the secret loss of the white-clothed scholar. At this moment, he was angry. Seeing that the white-clothed scholar stared at him with malicious intentions, he immediately glared and glared back. But suddenly he felt a severe pain in his eyes, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan and closed his eyes. This feeling was like the other person holding a pair of scissors and stabbing his eyes directly into his eyes, which was unbearable.

"Ah!!" Zhan Pengfei couldn't bear the severe pain, and squatted on the ground and roared in a low voice.

Huang Yuchen frowned. The other party could use his eyes to release the illusion. At this moment, where the two of them were...

Thinking of this in my heart, my hands were constantly moving. I quickly drew several talismans in the air, grabbed them with my hands, quickly slapped Zhan Pengfei on his body, shouting "Broken!"

Another thought-provoking sound came, Zhan Pengfei felt the stinging pain in his eyes disappear, and it seemed like the steel needle piercing his eyes disappeared at this moment. But his eyes kept crying, and for a short time, he could not see anything.

"Grandma!" Zhan Pengfei roared and stood up directly from the ground. His eyes had not recovered yet, but the pain had disappeared. He suddenly pulled up the sword inserted on the ground, pointed it forward, and roared, "If you are a man, don't use these evil tricks to fight me head-on!" After that, he wanted to rush forward and use the sword in his hand to tear the white-clothed scholar to pieces.

Seeing this, Huang Yuchen hurriedly grabbed Zhan Pengfei and whispered, "Uncle Zhan, don't be impatient. At this moment, you and I should be in the formation set up by the other party. There is no benefit to step forward rashly."

"This general." The white-clothed scholar heard the feminine voice, saying, "You should listen to this guy, be careful not to suffer any more." After saying that, he opened the folding fan in his hand with a "wow" sound, and a smile like spring breeze appeared on his face.

Zhan Pengfei was pulled by Huang Yuchen and the survey stopped. The tears were still flowing in his eyes, and he hated him so much that he gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Huang Yuchen's breath was calm, and he looked at the white-clothed scholar in front of him and said softly, "What do you want to say, please just say it. Don't use magic to trouble me, uncle."
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