The hunchbacked old man smiled slightly and said, "Young master, it's better not to waste your efforts. It's not so easy to break free from the thousands of silk threads I have." He moved his fingers lightly, and the long sword in Lin Luochen's hand was suddenly pulled away by the silk thread and fell into the old man's hand.
"Although the young master is powerful, the gap between Qi refining and foundation building is far greater than you think."
"If you don't want to suffer, you'd better report yourself to your family, otherwise I won't be polite."
Qu Lingyin hurriedly said: "Lin Luochen, please give your body to me quickly, otherwise you will be in real danger."
"No hurry!"
Lin Luochen was not frightened, because although these threads stuck to him, they did not restrain the spiritual power in his body.
Moreover, the rat in his arms was quickly climbing up his sleeves, seeming to want to help him bite off the threads.
Considering that the other party was wary of his unfounded background, Lin Luochen pretended to be furious.
Murong Qiuzhi took out a small knife from nowhere and cut the silk threads on Murong Xiazhu's body several times, but it had no effect.
She raised her heart, made a mark directly on her palm, and put her hand on the silk thread, and the blood immediately dyed the silk thread red.
A strange force flowed backwards along the silk thread towards the caster, but no one noticed.
Lin Luochen pretended to shout for a while, then looked at the hunchbacked old man with arrogance.
"I am a member of the Miaoyin Sect. If you are sensible and obedient, let me go, otherwise you will have a good harvest!"
Everyone in the venue was stunned, and they all looked at him in stunned silence.
Wei Wenxuan even laughed dumbly and shook his head helplessly.
Turns out he is a bluffing boy!
The old man looked strange and said: "Young master, please don't joke, the Miaoyin Sect is all women, how could it be..."
Lin Luochen sneered and said: "I am a member of the Miaoyin Sect, not a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect!"
Old man He was stunned for a moment and asked curiously: "How do you say this?"
Lin Luochen raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Are you sure you really want to know?"
The old man's mind suddenly opened up when he heard this, thinking that he was the illegitimate son of a witch from the Miaoyin Sect.
"No need, I wonder if the young master has any certificate to prove his identity?"
Lin Luochen tugged at the silk thread and said angrily: "Loosen, don't you want the certificate?"
The old man loosened the thread slightly, and Lin Luochen reached out with difficulty to take out something from the storage bag at his waist and threw it away.
"What do you think this is?"
The old man cautiously took two steps back. When the object fell to the ground, he discovered that it was a bottle of pills.
There is a piece of talisman paper attached to the bottle, which seems to be used for sealing.
There is a purple thorn flower on the bottle cap, which seems to be the mark of the Wonderful Sound Sect!
The old man took a step forward out of nowhere, wanting to see the patterns on it clearly.
But the talisman on the bottle suddenly and slowly lit up, and the old man's scalp was numb, and he shouted: "Be careful!"
But it was too late, the medicine bottle suddenly exploded, and a thick pink smoke spread out.
The smoke seemed to be pervasive, and the old man only felt dizzy. After being indifferent for a long time, I am now ready to make a move!
He shouted in his heart that something was wrong. Could this be the Hehuan San of Miaoyin Sect?
The old man guessed correctly, this is indeed the Hehuan San of Miaoyinmen.
Leng Yueshuang poured it out when he was looking for an antidote in the cave, but Lin Luochen took it away afterwards.
In the past month, Lin Luochen has been able to identify a few of the poisons by testing them on himself.
He deliberately put an explosive charm on this Hehuansan, but he didn't expect it to actually come in handy.
At this moment, Lin Luochen took the broken blade in his sleeve and touched it without hesitation, using his own blood to sharpen the broken blade.
His eyes flashed with murderous intent, he pulled the thread with all his strength, and forcibly threw out the broken blade with a flying star.
「死!」
The old man only saw a streak of blood flying out of the pink mist, heading towards his head at lightning speed.
Although he immediately cast a spell to block it, his reaction was still half a beat too slow, and he was forced to use his imagination wildly.
After Lin Luochen threw out the broken blade, he was pulled back by the silk thread, which caused him pain.
Wei Wenxuan immediately put a few talismans on himself, stepped back, cast a spell in his hand, and a rain of fire fell towards Lin Luochen.
"Kill them!"
But the old man is dead, the puppets are motionless, and the silk threads are blocking the two sides.
Most of Wei Wenxuan's fire rain was blocked by the silk threads, and only a few of them could fall on Lin Luochen.
The six followers shot a few arrows with difficulty, but through the fog and being interfered by the Hehuansan, their accuracy was really not good.
After all, facing the Hehuansan of Miaoyinmen, even the hunchbacked old man was dead, let alone them.
Most of those arrows were blocked by the old man's silk thread. Even if they passed through the silk thread, they were easily dodged by Lin Luochen.
But there was a sudden cry from behind, and Lin Luochen looked back.
It turned out that Murong Qiuzhi was standing in front of Murong Xiazhu, and a random arrow passed through her arm.
Murong Xiazhu said distressedly: "Qiuzhi, are you okay?"
Murong Qiuzhi frowned, shook his head, shook his head gently and said, "It's nothing serious."
Lin Luochen felt relieved and dodged the arrows while frantically trying to break away from the thread.
Because the pink mist dispersed, although it was very light, it still covered them!
Since the old man was dead, Lin Luochen quickly broke free of the thread with the help of Shushu.
He suppressed the heat in his body and immediately cast a spell to blow back the spreading pink mist.
Wei Wenxuan, who finally ran out of the fog, was shrouded in fog again, and could only continue to run out in embarrassment
"Boy, wait for me!"
Wei Wenxuan could not care less about settling the score with Lin Luochen, feeling like he was about to explode.
At this moment, when he saw the sow, he had a feeling of delicate features, and just wanted to go down the mountain to find a woman!
But he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on until then!
Several other followers couldn't bear it any longer and ran away screaming, trying to get out of the pink mist.
Lin Luochen left Shushu to help Murong Xiazhu untie him, took a deep breath and rushed into the pink mist.
In the end, with the help of pink mist, he killed four people, and only Wei Wenxuan escaped with two followers.
Lin Luochen was also ready to make a move and did not dare to pursue further. He cast a spell to disperse the pink mist around.
With his help, it was still winter, but the mountains were full of spring and full of life.
When Lin Luochen returned, the horse had already pulled the carriage, and he didn't know where he went.
Murong Xiazhu has been untied by Shushu, and is currently holding down Murong Qiuzhi who is moving around.
Lin Luochen frowned and said, "What's wrong with Miss Qiuzhi?"
Murong Qiuzhi frowned, her face flushed, and she tugged at her clothes, as if she was crazy.
"What do you think?"
Murong Xiazhu was not much better, hugging her tightly, panting and reaching out to Lin Luochen.
"Asshole, antidote, give me the antidote quickly!"
Lin Luochen said expressionlessly: "There is no antidote!"
Murong Xiazhu naturally could not believe it, "You are talking nonsense, how can there be no antidote? You clearly want to take advantage of others' danger!"
Lin Luochen spread his hands and said, "Maybe others have it, but I really don't have it!"
Murong Xiazhu looked at him in disbelief, and said without tears, "Then what should I do now?"
Although Lin Luochen's head was as big as a bucket, he still said calmly: "It's okay, just be patient and let it pass."
This Hehuan Powder is different from the drunken love mist. It only has an aphrodisiac effect and can be released without the need to reconcile yin and yang.
Murong Xiazhu's throat moved slightly, wanting to bite this bastard to death.
"You bastard, you don't have an antidote, why are you pouring poison!"