The most surprising thing was that after the scholar's identification, the outstanding accessories, the two strings and a set of string pillars, were all made from the body parts of Lan Wujiao. If this identification is true, it means that there may be the same ancient zither. Together, they can make a complete set of ancient zither made by Lan Wujiao.
The middle-aged scholar looked at the tall young man eagerly, hoping that he could take out another zither. This guy was a music fan and zither addict. In less than half a day, he actually saw three identical ancient zithers, and it was very likely that he could make a more advanced set of ancient zithers. He had already forgotten his situation at the moment, and his heart was itching, waiting for the tall young man to take out something.
The tall young man already had a guess in his heart, but he was also looking forward to the discovery of the three ancient zithers. Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged scholar, he couldn't help but whisper "No, I only brought these three zithers with me."
After that, he felt that he should not be so polite to a prisoner, and his face instantly returned to its normal coldness. After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, he quickly put away the three ancient zithers, and then nodded to the short man behind him.
The short man did not hesitate to make a move, a sword cut down, and the middle-aged scholar was beheaded. Until the Flying Sword reached his body, he still didn't believe that the two people who were as happy and kind as him would be so cruel.
Unfortunately, the tall and short man did not give him a chance to live from the beginning. Now that they already knew that there was a problem with one of the accessories in the ancient zither, as long as the zither was in their hands, they could find the abnormal part without the middle-aged scholar. Since the middle-aged scholar was useless, what was the point of keeping him? Waiting for him to reveal the secret?
Huh, a flame rose from the middle-aged scholar and engulfed the body of the middle-aged scholar. The magic weapon of the scholar, the Qiankun bag, and so on, had naturally entered the hands of the short young man. The things that could be used could be used with a little modification, and the things that could not be used, as long as they found a suitable time and place to destroy them, everything would be perfect, and there would be no trace of the middle-aged scholar appearing.
Yang Chen was almost a hundred miles away, tracking the position of the middle-aged scholar from a distance. Suddenly, the spiritual awareness imprint he left after a shock, automatically returned to Yang Chen's sea of consciousness. Yang Chen immediately realized that something had happened to the middle-aged scholar.
Yang Chen did not want to lose the clues of the ancient zither. This was a great opportunity to consume his own spiritual awareness and get a strong bodyguard. Yang Chen could not allow anyone to destroy it. Without any hesitation, he summoned his flying shuttle and flew toward the location where he had just marked with his Divine Sense.
For Yang Chen, a distance of a hundred miles was nothing more than a few moments. He arrived in the blink of an eye. The protective array arranged by the middle-aged scholar was still there. Yang Chen put away the shuttle and began to carefully observe it. Not long after, Yang Chen found out what kind of Spirit Array it was. He found a direction and slowly walked in.
He had barely taken a few steps when a sword light slashed at his head. The two young men, who were tall and short, had not had time to burn the body of the middle-aged scholar completely when Yang Chen had arrived. The speed was too fast and it was beyond the expectations of the two. What they could do now was to kill all the people they accidentally encountered to cover up their secrets.
When they saw that it was a third grade human immortal junior, the two of them did not care at all. The dignified middle-aged scholar of Earth Immortal level was not their opponent, let alone a junior. The tall man didn't even plan to make a move. Everything was handed over to the short man. He just had to wait to see the result.
Brush, the shining sword light flashed and stopped abruptly when it was about to approach Yang Chen. The sharp sword blade was directly grabbed by Yang Chen's left hand and stopped abruptly in the air, no longer able to move forward.
Then, Yang Chen's right hand suddenly swung. The Immortal Beheading Saber in Yang Chen's hand flashed a saber light that was more dazzling than the sword light just now. Along the direction of the sword light, the saber slashed across fiercely.
The blade of the Immortal Beheading Saber became extremely long in an instant. Any object that blocked the blade of the Immortal Beheading Saber was cut in half.
The tall man was more vigilant. When he found that his companion's Flying Sword did not succeed, he immediately realized that something was wrong. When he saw the flash of the saber light, he squatted down to avoid the saber light without thinking. The blade of the Immortal Beheading Saber crossed not far from his head and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The short man was not as vigilant as the tall man. He had no intention of dodging at all. A little junior actually dared to fight back after taking a casual sword strike from him. Did he really think he was a big shot? This guy who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth was just right to teach him an unforgettable lesson. Of course, whether he could still learn the lesson in the future was another matter.
The saber light of the Immortal Beheading Saber just flashed and did not appear again. The short man snorted coldly and turned his head to look at his companion who looked very embarrassed. He was quite disapproving in his heart. His companion was really making a fuss over a minor issue. It was such an anticlimactic attack. Was it necessary to make that kind of dodging action regardless of his identity?
Immediately afterward, the short man saw the horrified look in the eyes of his tall companion. He was suddenly stunned. Could it be that there was another attack? But the kid who entered the array was clearly still a thousand feet away, and there was no other movement. How could this happen?
The puzzled short man suddenly felt a little itchy on the top of his head, as if something was flowing down his scalp. He had not felt this kind of sweaty feeling for at least hundreds of years. However, at this time of the year, how could he sweat?
He casually wiped it, and there was a sticky feeling on his hand. It was not sweat. Along with the sticky feeling on his fingers, there was a faint smell of blood. This smell was not unfamiliar to the short man. He had just killed the middle-aged scholar with a sword strike, and the blood on the ground had not been completely cleaned up.
But immediately, the short man realized something and understood why his companion had such a horrified expression. The sticky liquid that his fingers touched was blood. It was his own blood!
How could it be? He clearly did not notice that he was attacked at all. How could there be blood flowing out? As soon as this thought appeared, there was a sharp pain on the top of his head. The short man just grunted and fell into endless darkness.
In the eyes of the tall man, after his companion took a sword strike, a faint line of blood appeared above his eyebrows. More and more blood flowed down from his companion's head. The most terrifying thing was that in this situation, his companion actually turned his head to look at him and reached out to wipe the blood on his head.
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