Evolution Begins with a Scarecrow

"Who are you? Why are you driving these dead bodies to stop me!" Luo Linlin's slender fingers flicked in the air, waves of waves floated in the air, and after blowing away several corpses that rushed towards her, a pair of long and narrow Beautiful eyes, staring at a huge stalactite, asked coldly.

"Oh~, the way of wind is really mysterious. Even my appearance can't hide it from your perception." Fu Fang spread his hands and walked out from behind the stalactites with a simple and honest smile on his face.

"Who are you?" Luo Linlin narrowed her eyes and stared at the honest young man who appeared in front of her.

For some reason, this young man always gave me a sense of familiarity, especially that honest smile, as if I had seen him there before.

"Little sister Luo is really a noble person who forgets things." Fu Fang smiled honestly and said: "Three years ago, I went to Kyoto with my master to attend Mr. Luo's birthday. I was lucky enough to meet little sister Luo at that time. .”

"There are so many people attending my grandpa's birthday." Luo Linlin took out the Nepali bag on her thigh, pointed at Fu Fang, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"Hey, don't get excited, I'm not here to fight with you." Fu Fang raised his hands in front of his chest in a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, please allow me to introduce myself." Fu Fang bowed slightly, and the corpses that climbed up from the ground also bowed.

"My master comes from the lineage of Old Man Huangquan, and is known as the Little Man of Huangquan."

"Huang Quanzi!?" Luo Linlin's pupils shrank and she exclaimed in shock: "How did you become like this!?"

"I don't like the name Huangquanzi. The villain Huangquan sounds so nice." Fu Fang spread his hands and said casually: "Actually, I accidentally killed myself, and then changed my body, and became It’s like this, hahaha.”

"Weird." Luo Linlin bit her lip and put down Nepal pointing at Fu Fang, but her vigilance did not diminish at all.

After all, the meaning of the name Huangquanzi is too terrifying, and no one will take it lightly.

"So, Huang Quanzi, why do you want to stop this girl?" Luo Linlin stared at Fu Fang coldly, the Nepal she clenched in her hand shone with a cold light, as if Fu Fang would draw a knife at him if he said something wrong.

Fu Fang glanced at the Nepalese pair, smiled honestly, and said, "Little sister Luo is already here, so she probably feels that Brother Tianhao is in front."

"..." Luo Linlin was silent. At first, she did come because of the evil aura, but as the distance got closer, she learned from the wind in the stone forest that she had been looking for something so hard. Senior brother Feng Tianhao was also at the origin of that evil aura.

This discovery also made Lorraine extremely anxious.

"Well, it seems that I have discovered it, hehe." Fu Fang saw Luo Linlin's frost-like face, smiled softly, and said: "It will be very difficult for me if Brother Tianhao is taken back by you. , so."

Fu Fang paused, and the corpse beside him brought a small table with tea sets from nowhere and placed it in front of Fu Fang.

"Little sister Luo, can you please have a cup of tea with me?"

"Get out of the way!" Luo Linlin waved the Nepal in her hand at Fu Fang, and a thin line condensed by the wind quickly drew towards Fu Fang's neck.

The wind line passed through Fu Fang's neck without any hindrance, and bright red scratches emerged from Fu Fang's neck, as if Fu Fang's head had been cut off from his neck.

"It's not easy to marry a girl with such a bad temper." Fu Fang raised his head and drank the tea in his hand. Immediately, the tea and bright red blood flowed out along the scratches on his neck.

Putting the teacup down, Fu Fang still smiled honestly and said, "What if I don't let you?"

"Then maybe there will be no such person as Huang Quanzi in the future."

The moment Fu Fang spoke, Luo Linlin's figure instantly appeared in front of the tea table, and at the same time, two Nepali swords were chopped off facing Fu Fang who was sitting upright.

"Flowing wind, cut off water."

….

"Then I'll chop it until it's useful."

Feng Tianhao turned around in horror, only to see a sharp sickle point instantly enlarged in his eyes.

"It's up to you!" Feng Tianhao was furious, and the veins on his head were about to pop out of his forehead.

Feng Tianhao's arms instantly turned into a black and purple color like rotten flesh, and their thickness also increased.

Just when the sharp sickle tip was about to pierce his eyes, the big carrion-like hands grasped the tip of the death sickle.

Black blood splashed, and an extremely strong smell of rotten flesh rushed over, making Qin Xiaofeng feel dizzy for a while.

"Get away!" Feng Tianhao's wind-attribute aura rioted around him, knocking Qin Xiaofeng away. At the same time, Feng Tianhao stepped forward, holding a long sword, and came towards Qin Xiaofeng.

"Liu Feng, Cone Heart!"

The strong air flow gathered around the long sword, surrounded it, turned into a huge nail cone, and aimed at Qin Xiaofeng's heart, piercing it fiercely.

Dark fear.

A strange black light flashed across Qin Xiaofeng's scarlet eyes, and dark fear arose.

Feng Tianhao's ferocious face suddenly became dull, and an indescribable look of fear instantly spread on his face. Although it only took a moment, Feng Tianhao was freed from that inexplicable fear.

But due to this mere moment of sluggishness, the momentum of Feng Tianhao's menacing Cone Heart Sword instantly dissipated, and Qin Xiaofeng also caught Feng Tianhao's moment of sluggishness. His body quickly rotated, and the strong wind started to turn himself into a sword. He made a black whirlwind top and quickly slashed at the defenseless Feng Tianhao who was approaching him.

The death sickle spun rapidly, leaving dozens of scratches on Feng Tianhao's body.

Although for the current Qin Xiaofeng, the skill of Guangfeng is not very powerful, and can even be said to be ridiculously weak. However, because Guangfeng is a typical multi-stage damage spell, combined with the passive nature of Death Sickle, this skill As long as the power of the skill can still scratch the opponent's skin, then for the opponent, as long as he is hit by this technique, it is basically a death sentence.

"Cut!" After getting rid of the fear effect, Feng Tianhao clenched his teeth and pushed Qin Xiaofeng away, who had turned into a top, and quickly stepped back.

This time Qin Xiaofeng saw it clearly. After his strong wind hit Feng Tianhao, the vitality in Feng Tianhao's body dropped rapidly. But at the moment when Feng Tianhao's vitality dropped, a colorful streak appeared on his chest. The light lit up and instantly replenished the life force that had been deprived of him by the Death Scythe.

After pushing Qin Xiaofeng away, Feng Tianhao's flushed face was full of panic.

"It seems you have a good way to save your life." Qin Xiaofeng picked up the sickle, stared at the embarrassed Feng Tianhao and sneered.

"I just don't know how many times that thing can protect you."