Chapter 25: Capturing Wild Cultivators

It was night.

Outside the town, the Taoist disciples that Yao Yan had seen during the day were quietly moving in one direction.

However, at this moment, they had all changed their equipment.

Everyone changed into a black robe.

The characteristic Taoist bun on the top of the head was untied and tied into the style of an ordinary man.

The gray-blue Taoist robe and cloud boots that were originally worn on the body were changed, and they were also changed into the style of an ordinary man.

At this time, Qi Li, who was leading the group, suddenly stopped and glanced at another Taoist disciple beside him.

The disciple nodded in understanding, and his face suddenly changed, turning into a sly and cunning one.

A hazy light flashed, like a smoke screen, and the disciple's nose collapsed, and fine down feathers grew on his face.

This Taoist disciple suddenly changed into a big bird like an eagle or a crane.

"You take care of it in the sky."

The big bird nodded and flapped its wings to fly into the sky.

Then, among the remaining four people, three of them focused their attention on Qi Li.

Qi Li did not say much, and said briefly:

"Just catch this wild cultivator and interrogate him. After all, he is a wild cultivator and has no official name. It doesn't matter which family he is from."

The three nodded, and then two of them left directly and detoured to the left.

The remaining person also followed Qi Li and copied from the right, as if intending to encircle and block.

When they acted in pairs, they could see faint, misty light and shadow flickering around their feet.

The appearance of the mist made them speed up in this not sparse but not dense forest.

"Damn it, how could such a small place have an official name?"

The five people tried to disperse and encircle the wild cultivator, and one of the two middle-aged men wearing cloud crane robes and dressed like Taoist disciples roared.

"How can I know the reason?"

The middle-aged man who looked more gentle also had an ugly face:

"Separately, otherwise no one can escape."

Hearing this, the man who asked the question, although dissatisfied, had to agree.

However, he had no idea of ​​notifying anyone, and directly rushed to the left in a nearly straight trajectory.

Such a scene made the gentle middle-aged man's face darker the moment he realized it.

Then, he shouted in a low voice:

"Call me Qingniao, call me Feng Bo, I am Qingfeng Taoist!"

The next moment he shouted in a low voice, light green clouds emerged from around him, condensed into a huge green crane, and directly lifted his body and flew into the sky.

The gentle middle-aged man who successfully performed the magic flew up with a happy face.

After he flew up to a height of dozens of meters, when he turned his head and looked back, he saw two men and women appearing at his previous position.

Seeing the two people, the gentle middle-aged man couldn't help but relax:

"Okay, with the Qingfeng Dao method, I can ride the wind freely, and those bull noses can't catch me."

He couldn't help but show a happy expression on his face.

However, almost at the same time, he saw that the man and the woman had a cold, sneering expression on their faces.

Soon, he realized what this expression meant.

In his sight, a huge white shadow came from above.

Like an eagle or a crane, the sharp claws grabbed his body from top to bottom.

The gentle middle-aged man couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.

"Humph! Idiot."

The middle-aged man who was running away from another direction glanced at the direction of the sky, and the huge white shadow caught the blue bird shadow that had just flown up, which was also captured in his eyes.

"These idiots must have some plans to run to such a remote place."

The middle-aged man sneered, a trace of heat flashed in his eyes, and his seemingly kind face was now filled with a bit of gloom.

He didn't think that these Taoist disciples came here just to attack wild cultivators like him.

When he was out of danger, they would never let him go.

The middle-aged man moved quickly, and the green mist that was similar to the mist flowing around his companion before flowed:

"I have heard that there were hundreds of schools of thought in this area when the Great Sheng was first built, and countless outstanding disciples died and were injured here."

"It is probably a secret treasure left behind?"

"Haha, this is my chance!"

While thinking, the middle-aged man kept walking and rushed out of the woods flexibly.

But at this moment, a figure appeared in his field of vision.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be startled, but after a closer look, he soon found that the figure was an old man with an old face and simple clothes.

The other party was standing there, looking at where he was.

The somewhat hunched figure looked quite thin.

The middle-aged man certainly would not judge a person by appearance. He rolled up two wisps of green mist with his hands and flashed them in front of his eyes:

"Open your eyes!"

It was not as expected.

This old man is just an ordinary person, not an official Zhengming, nor a wild cultivator.

However, I can't leave any traces now.

"Old man, blame yourself for seeing something you shouldn't see."

The green and blue flowed, and the middle-aged man's feet were full of wind, turning into a green shadow, rushing towards the old man.

The green and blue flowed, and it looked amazing.

If some people didn't have much vision, they might even mistake this middle-aged man for a Zhengming disciple.

He grabbed with one claw, and the green and blue flowed vaguely turned into a crane with wind patterns. The claws and palms had a strong sense of tearing, and also a strong wind whirl, as if no one could escape from his palm.

However, the confident middle-aged man saw the old man's movements change slightly at this moment.

"Well... is this the power system of this world?"

Yao Yan looked at the middle-aged man who attacked, and his mood was calm.

At this time, the other party grabbed with one claw, and the wind came from the bird shape, which was almost impossible to dodge.

However, Yao Yan himself was not a pushover.

He opened his mouth, and behind him, a giant crow with a very clear beak and blurred other outlines appeared:

"Too rough, it's not a big deal if I make a mistake and hurt myself, but it's not good if my hand is broken."

As the shadow of the black crow appeared behind him, a little crow flew out of his body and quickly hit the palm of the middle-aged man's hand.

Then, in the middle-aged man's vision, white crows with sharp horns on their heads flew out of the old man's body and flew towards him.

Demon! ?

The situation that happened in a short moment made the middle-aged man unable to react for a while.

The white crow went a step further and drilled directly into the palm of the middle-aged man's hand.

Facing the attack of the middle-aged man, Yao Yan took a step back, dodged this almost fatal move sideways, and then-

A black crow with wolf-like features flew out of his body and hit the palm of the middle-aged man's hand.

In a brief moment, the black crow slipped into the hands of the middle-aged man who had accumulated several white crow marks.