C170 (1/2)

The speed of the magic ring was quite fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the little Shaman.

The little Shaman didn't seem to want to fight with the magic ring, so he quickly retreated. How could the magic ring tolerate the little Shaman retreating after seeing this? He knew very well that the Shaman Cult's people all had greater abilities than the Shaman Drum in their hands. If he made the little Shaman retreat like this, then his and Fang Jin's situation would definitely be extremely dangerous. This was something that the magic ring could not tolerate.

Therefore, at this moment, the magic ring let out an angry roar and the staff in his hand was swung like a tornado towards the little Shaman.

The staff in the storage ring's hand could be said to be extremely heavy, especially in a situation where the storage ring was swinging so fast. As long as it hit the staff, it would definitely cause serious injuries.

The little Shaman obviously understood this, and when he saw the staff in the magic ring's hand, he couldn't help but show a fearful expression.

He let out a light snort. At this moment, he did not retreat any further. The Shaman Drum in his hand was swinging at an even faster speed than before. A strange drumbeat was being emitted from the Shaman Drum.

Clearly, the little Shaman understood that if he did not object to knocking the magic ring to the ground, the magic ring would stop him. If that was the case, even if he wanted to use the power within the Shaman Drum, it would be impossible for him to do so.

The Storage Ring was tightly knitted in a frown. At this moment, it seemed to be resisting the strange power that was being transmitted from the Shaman Drum.

Seeing this scene, Fang Jin's eyes narrowed as he quickly thought about what he should do to face the little Shaman in front of him.

Fang Jin was very clear in his heart that this little Shaman in front of him was completely different from the previous situation he faced with the magic ring. The fact that this middle-aged man was able to become a little Shaman in the Shamanism was enough to explain everything.

If he were to stand by the side and watch without doing anything, it was likely that the two of them would be in real danger today.

After all, with just the magic ring alone, he might not be a match for this little Shaman.

”Damn it, I didn't think I would have to use my power again.” Fang Jin cursed in his heart and sighed helplessly.

As of now, his life force had been greatly reduced. The true energy that he had cultivated in his body was only alleviating the lack of life force. If he circulated his true qi, the situation on his body would definitely worsen once again.

However, the current situation was extremely dangerous, so no matter how helpless Fang Jin was, she could only direct her zhenqi.

Thinking to this point, Fang Jin no longer had any hesitation. At this moment, she took a deep breath, and the zhenqi used in her body to alleviate the lack of life force was quickly mobilized by him. A visible stream of air started to swirl around Fang Jin's body.

A bright light flashed across Fang Jin's eyes. Fang Jin growled, clenching his fists tightly and abruptly swung his fist forward.

A visible ripple was formed under Fang Jin's punch. It shot towards the little Shaman like a bolt of lightning.

Even before they arrived, the little Shaman already felt a sense of danger. It was transmitted over. His face couldn't help but change. It was too late for him to dodge.

Helpless, the little Shaman quickly swung the Shaman Drum in his hand, stopping the Shaman in front of him.

Just as he did this, the fist light released by Fang Jin instantly rushed in front of him and struck the shaman drum.

With a loud dong sound, the three people in the courtyard were currently frowning and closing their eyes. Their faces revealed painful expressions.

The Shaman Drum relied on a strange sound to defeat its opponent. Now, when Fang Jin's Zhen Qi fist hit the Shaman Drum, the sound emitted was not something that an ordinary person could withstand.

It was fortunate that Fang Jin and the other two could be considered cultivators. Otherwise, they would have already been shaken by this weird sound until their heads turned red and they fell to the ground dead.

Even so, Fang Jin, her magic ring and the little Shaman were in a very bad condition. Of all these, Little Shaman was in the worst condition.

After all, the Shaman Drum was a magical equipment in his hands and there was no difference between what happened now and the backlash.

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out from the little Shaman's mouth and fell to the ground, looking horrifying. The little Shaman's face was pale, as if he had just crawled out of hell.

He stared at Fang Jin and the magic ring with eyes full of hatred. If looks could kill, perhaps Fang Jin and the magic ring would already be dead by now. A thousand cuts and ten thousand cuts. He was as dead as he could be.

Unfortunately, the little Shaman's eyes could not kill, so Fang Jin and his magic ring were still alive and well.

The two of them had already suppressed the discomfort they had just felt. The two stood up and looked at each other. Then, they charged at the little Shaman once again, one on the left and one on the right.