After the hawthorn tree had grown, that legendary girl hadn't shown up, so Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu had returned to the villa to discuss the follow-up insurance claims for the twenty-odd delivery rider ghosts.
When they came back to their senses, they were horrified to find that two people had inexplicably appeared outside the door.
"Senior Immortal, what do we do now?" At some point, Song Qingshu had already taken off his suit and quickly changed into a pair of long johns.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "… Let's wait and see."
Judging from his intuition, he could tell that both of them were top-notch experts. Regardless of whether it was the woman with a rather voluptuous upper body or the cloaked man whose face couldn't be seen clearly, the two of them actually didn't make the slightest sound as they fought. When they trembled together, they even turned into two balls of light entangled with each other.
"They're both experts …" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal opened the curtains, leaving a crack so that he could secretly observe what was going on outside the window.
"These two people actually hide their auras so well. If it wasn't for the slight movement when they fought just now, Senior Immortal and I might not have sensed them." Song Qingshu couldn't help exclaiming in admiration. That cloaked man in particular was really terrifying!
To be able to fight without the slightest bit of aura or even make a sound … someone who could do this had to be close to the Creation of Celestial Beings in terms of silent combat and aura-concealing spells! To reach this peak level, one had to cultivate these two spells from a young age … Since ancient times, professional killers and intelligence agents had been the most common people to be proficient in these two spells.
At that moment, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was deep in thought as he observed through the crack in the curtains …
It could only be said that as the owner of the cultivation forum and a veteran of the cultivation world for many years, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was in the end Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. Just by relying on the habits of the two in battle, he was able to guess their specific identities.
First of all, the tall cloaked man's hands never left his sleeves during the fight, which was a sign that he habitually used hidden weapons. The most crucial point was that the cloaked man's techniques were clearly more vicious, and every move he made was aimed at vital points. It could be said that this was the instinct of an experienced killer or intelligence agent.
However, the woman's methods were not weak either. Even though her attacks were not as vicious as the man's, both her movements and her positioning were very strange.
He could even keenly detect attacks from blind spots that he couldn't see and dodge them.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's first instinct was that this woman's combat experience was so rich that it wasn't something someone at her realm could display.
Moreover, he felt that this woman was very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before …
At that moment, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was very vexed.
What to do?
After thinking for a moment, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal took out his phone, recorded the scene, and sent it to Wang Ling.
And the scene recorded in the video was completely two rays of light colliding with each other …
If it was just a photo, he probably wouldn't even be able to capture a shadow.
But with the video recording function, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal firmly believed that given that cultivation forum gangster's eyesight, Wang Ling would definitely be able to see it.
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At that moment, after more than ten minutes of fighting, the two of them finally stopped their follow-up attacks at the same time and stared at each other deeply.
"As expected of someone master has taken a liking to. Apart from me, there are very few people nowadays who can cultivate silent combat and aura-hiding spells to this level." The cloaked man folded his arms and stared fixedly at the old devil.
The old devil rested his hands on his knees and gasped for breath.
In the end, Jiang Liuyue's realm hadn't fully recovered, and he wasn't used to controlling this body. He had consumed too much spirit energy in the fight, and he also had to keep an eye on the center of gravity of those two lumps in front of his chest. The old devil had suffered greatly in this fierce exchange of blows!
If it wasn't for his rich combat experience, he would have already died eight hundred times under the cloaked man's continuous attacks just now!
Staring at the cloaked man in front of him, the old devil was actually a little frightened in his heart … he hadn't been out for long, how had he already run into two juniors with such abnormal strength?
There was still a limit to how long he could fuse with his body; it would take at least another eight hours for him to be able to possess another body again.
The old devil felt that if he continued to tangle with them like this, the situation would only get worse for him. He stared at the cloaked man in front of him and started to negotiate. "Little brother, is there … some misunderstanding between us?"
The cloaked man cupped his chin. "Misunderstanding? Then why are you here? "
The old devil: "I followed the hawthorn tree here to look for someone!"
The cloaked man: "What a coincidence, I was also ordered to look for someone under the hawthorn tree!"
The old devil: "…"
"Don't worry, our master said that if we can bring them back alive, we'll do our best to do so." Under the cloak, the young man bared his snow-white teeth. Spirit light flashed in his right hand as he summoned a blood-red spirit sword. "Miss, if you come back with me obediently, I guarantee that you won't be hurt. Given your Nascent Soul strength, don't struggle. But if you continue to resist, I don't mind cutting you up on the spot and bringing you back. "
The old devil was stunned. "…" Not only was this junior freakishly strong, he was also a f * * king psychopath!
The old devil: "Little brother, there must be some misunderstanding here. I'm here to seize the sword …"
"Seize the sword?" The young man's expression suddenly darkened. "My master gave me Abyss Avoidance when I was very young. How dare you lay your hands on it?"
"…"
The old devil felt that the situation already couldn't be explained in a few words.
He was sure that the person this young man was looking for wasn't him … but reality had proven that he shouldn't have tried to reason with a psychopath!
Because of the limitations of his physical body, the old devil had initially wanted to avoid this meaningless fight. But given the current situation, he had to first get rid of this master-con retard!
"Very well, junior! You've thoroughly infuriated my venerable self! "
The old devil gritted his teeth, and with a hum, black qi flowed out of Jiang Liuyue's seven orifices.
A pitch-black cloud was gathering above the old devil's head. This was a demonic fog that cultivators below the Soul Formation stage couldn't see.
This demonic fog was in fact a creature which the old devil had brought out of the Gate Between Worlds back then. After being subdued, he had forcibly kept it as a pet, and raised it little by little using human blood and the souls of the dead.
Before the old devil had been sealed in the stone ghost mask back then, this demonic fog creature had already possessed the strength of a Void Refinement cultivator.
Given the limitations of his physical body, this was currently the best and most effective method of attack the old devil could think of.
As soon as this demonic fog appeared, a gust of wind instantly surged in the back garden …
Observing from inside the villa, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's expression also changed drastically. "Oh no!"
"Senior Immortal, what's wrong?" Song Qingshu was also startled by Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's reaction.
The man's face was pale as he stared lifelessly in the direction of the back garden. "I haven't saved Old Senior Wang's broccoli yet!"
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