Chapter 119: nice weather

Just as the heavy rain fell, Jiang Yun followed the two monks, and had already left the gates of the Southern Star City and flew away from the city.
The rain is too big. Just as the sky was smashed by a hole, the dense raindrops fell on the ground, splashing countless splashes, and slowly rising into a faint mist.
Looking far away, heavy rain is like a fog!
Three people in the rain and fog, Jiang Yun, all of them have been soaked in the body. A monk turned back and wiped the rainwater on his face: "The ancient master, my younger brother is not far from the front, it is coming soon. ""
Jiang Yun gently nodded and said: "How much benefit did Du Guirong give you?"
Upon hearing this sentence, the two monks who were rushing to the ground suddenly stopped their bodies, and they were all surprised and looked at Jiang Yun with their eyes closed.
"Scratch!"
At this moment, a lightning-like lightning broke through the sky, and the snow between the heavens and the earth was shining, so that the two people could clearly see the calmness of Jiang Yun's face at the moment.
A monk barely squeezed a smile from his face: "Ancient, ancient master, this joke is not funny at all!"
Jiang Yun said faintly: "Besides being able to detect injuries and poisons, I am also very sensitive to murderousness! Although you hide well, you can't help me!"
"I can't help it, the ancient master!"
At this time, the two monks knew that it was useless to say anything again. The figure retreated backwards and wanted to open the distance between them and Jiang Yun. However, they suddenly found that they could not move the bullets and looked down. Above, I don't know when there is a mist that is like a rope.
The two men were so scared that they changed their faces and hurriedly yelled: "You still can't come out!"
In the rain and fog in the distance, five black figures emerged!
Jiang Yun did not go to see the five figures, but watched the two monks: "Since I can save you, I can kill you naturally!"
While talking, Jiang Yun spread his right hand and slowly pointed his fingers.
With the closing of Jiang Yun's palm, the two monks suddenly felt the numerous fog ropes that were entangled in the body, and they began to shrink. They straightened their bodies and squeaked their bones. They wanted to ask for mercy, but they could not A voice, a face turned into a purple color.
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When Jiang Yun’s right hand was completely closed, the two men were also blind and blind, and they fell to the ground.
Glanced at the two bodies on the ground, Jiang Yun looked up and looked at the pouring rain from the sky, and the lightning that crossed the sky from time to time, softly said: "This is a good weather! However, you really should not choose In this weather, I will lead me out!"
Just as Jiang Yun’s voice fell, the five figures had already come to Jiang Yun’s face.
It is Du Guirong who is in the middle. At this moment, his face is ridiculous and hateful. He stares at Jiang Yundao: "You kid, you are not afraid, even my things dare to take it. Today I will let you even Speak out with profit."
Although Jiang Yun is now famous in Nanxing City, in the eyes of everyone, he is just a refining pharmacist who is proficient in medical treatment.
In addition, there are black stones in the body of Jiang Yun, which makes it impossible for people to see through his cultivation.
Therefore, no one has ever thought about how powerful Jiang Yun’s cultivation will be!
Therefore, even if this Du Guirong couldn’t swallow the shame of Jiang Yun’s taking away the loose flower stove, he even bought two monks to lead Jiang Yun out of Nanxing City and set up an ambush, but the people he brought, along with himself, The strongest is just the same.
When he wants to come and deal with Jiang Yun, it should be more than enough.
"Give me kill him!"
Du Guirong’s order, the four figures who were always at his side had already flashed and rushed toward Jiang Yun.
In the face of the four figures that rushed over, Jiang Yun’s face did not have the slightest look. He still said softly:
I have been there for four months, and I have not played with people! I don’t know tonight, I am dead in my hands. The number of people will increase to a few!"
When the voice fell, Jiang Yun’s body suddenly burst into a strong breath, and the mouth spit out two words again:
Fog!

In the silent, the falling raindrops and the water stains on the body of Jiang Yun exploded at this moment, turning into countless finer particles and rolling up a thick mist. Overwhelmingly, it directly wrapped the four people who rushed over.
With the appearance of fog, everyone in front of the same flower, suddenly lost the shadow of Jiang Yun and his companions, it seems that this fog is only one person.
One of them stopped suddenly, turned his head and looked around, and did not notice that he was in front of him. There was a mist of fog condensed into a finger, and he silently pointed to his eyebrows.
"puff!"
The fog refers directly to the person's eyebrows, and Jiang Yun's voice is followed by the fog: "The fourth!"
"what happened?"
"What is the fourth?"
The other three people in the fog suddenly heard a cry, and every time the exclamation fell, Jiang Yun’s voice almost immediately sounded.
"the fifth!"
"sixth!"
"the seventh!"
In a twinkling of an eye, the fog was plunged into a dead silence, and Jiang Yun slowly stepped out of the fog, and there was no slight moisture on his body.
As he walked out, the overwhelming fog suddenly shrank, like a large cloak, scattered behind Jiang Yun, and revealed four equally dead bodies that fell to the ground.
There is a hole in the eyebrow of each corpse, but there is no blood flowing out of it, all of which are washed away by the heavy rain.
Jiang Yun calmly looked at Du Guirong, who was in front of his face: "You are the eighth!"
Du Guirong has been completely stunned. From these four people rushed to Jiang Yun, and Jiang Yun is now out of the fog, there is no time for ten days, and the four people have all been killed.
Where does he know that with the strength of Jiang Yun Tongmai's eleventh, it is not easy to kill the eight-pronged.
Du Guirong finally recovered, stepping back and looking at Jiang Yundao: "Are you a blessed land?"
"you guess!"
Jiang Yun raised his hand again and grabbed Du Guirong. However, when his palm was about to touch the other side, his figure was suddenly regressed.
"Hey!"
A sound of crisp gold and iron symphony came. At the place where Jiang Yun just stood, there was a huge crack, and numerous dust and smoke surged, and the dense rain around it instantly evaporated, and a short vacuum appeared.
Jiang Yun did not go to see the crack, but looked at Du Guirong's shoulder.
There, standing with a half-man high, waving two forelimbs like a big knife, the raised complex eyes stared at Jiang Yun.