"Feng Hao..."

Gu Suqin murmured in a low voice, as if she wanted to record the name in her mind, but then she remembered that she was kidnapped by the demon monkey, and asked tentatively: "Can I leave? If it's too late,

My master will be worried, and then they will look for me..."

The yellow-haired Sun Wukong didn't dare to answer, so he looked at Feng Hao.

"You can go!" Feng Hao nodded.

Gusuqin looked at Sun Wukong who had kidnapped her again, and looked at Monkey Monkey eagerly.

"You can go now. I just want to ask you a few questions. I am a good person..." Sun Wukong said seriously.

If he had known that the person he was intercepting was a female monk, he would definitely not have taken action. He fought the Holy King openly, but ended up kidnapping the female monk. If this got out, he would not be able to see anyone anymore, okay?

Gu Suqin nodded quickly and said, "Well, you are all good people, then...am I really leaving?"

"Let's go, let's go!"

Sun Wukong waved his hand quickly.

"Go back! Don't worry about your master."

Feng Hao always had a warm smile on his face, just like the brother next door, which made Gusu Qin's heart beat like a deer.

She glanced at Feng Hao with a reserved look like a young girl, made a sword secret in her hand, took the flying sword and the sword from Sun Houhou, and flew away into the sky.

From a distance, I heard her increasingly fainter shouts: "Feng Hao, if you have a chance, come to Guiyuan Sword Sect to find me..."

Feng Hao waved his hand, with a smile that was as refreshing as ever on his face.

Ugh~

Sun Wukong couldn't stand it anymore and looked like he was about to vomit. He glanced sideways at Feng Hao and said, "Are you here for vacation or are you here for the Demonic Sacred Tree?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Feng Hao felt guilty.

Demonic Holy Tree? Is it important to investigate Qin Shihuang? If Qin Shihuang really knew about the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum on Earth and left this misty land, it would probably be time for the powerful gods to invade.

Compared with the earth's opportunities and living beings, the Demonic Holy Tree... is really not the most important thing.

"Haha~"

Sun Wukong smiled and said: "That girl looked at you more than a dozen times just now, and before she left, she asked you to go to her sect to find her. When did your relationship become so good? I am very confused."

Feng Hao glanced at Sun Houhou with disdain and said: "I only said a few words from the beginning to the end. I can only say that my temperament is so compelling that she was moved by her mortal heart. As for joining her sect? I have no interest in it."

"

Moved everyone's heart...

The corner of Sun Wukong's mouth twitched slightly. Thinking of the disgusted look on the female monk Gu Suqin's face, he felt panicked. He shook his head and said: "Let's go, let's go, let's go to the city and see if there is anything like that."

Traces of the five little ones."

"Um!"

Feng Hao nodded, and then he followed Sun Wukong to the city whose outline appeared in the distance.

After entering the city, neither of them showed the aura of being domineering and invincible. They were no different from ordinary Qi practitioners. In order to cause unnecessary commotion, Sun Houhou plucked a monkey hair and turned into a black iron mask.

I begged Feng Hao to take him with him.

Feng Hao thought it didn't matter if he wore it or not, but this mask was filled with a monkey smell, and Feng Hao couldn't stand it at all.

After returning the mask to Monkey Sun, he wiped his face with his right hand, and his whole person changed into a different look.

There is less of a dominating temperament and more of a simple and unpretentious taste. Sun Wukong is very satisfied with Feng Hao's change. He feels that Feng Hao is finally more handsome than him.

This city, which is the closest to the mountains, is not prosperous, but what is strange is that monks account for half of the city's residents.

Feng Hao scanned the air with his mind and found that the Qi practitioners in the city all practiced different techniques, and people from different camps did not overlap with each other and were distributed in various directions in the city.

In a restaurant in the east of the city, Feng Hao felt the auras of more than ten people. They were from the same lineage as the female monk who was kidnapped by Sun Houhou before, and they had the same skills and auras.

With the idea of ​​being related to the Guiyuan Sword Sect, before Feng Hao could say anything, Sun Houhou had already taken the lead and suggested: "The people in the restaurant are from the Guiyuan Sword Sect. Do you want to go find out the news?"

Feng Hao naturally agreed happily. After the two entered the restaurant, they found that more than ten people in the restaurant had their eyes focused on them.

It looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, and the sound of swords could be heard faintly in the restaurant.

It’s true that the clothes of Feng Hao and Sun Wukong are completely different, okay? When modern casual clothes meet ancient sect clothes, can they be the same kind of people?

The atmosphere was very awkward for a while.

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes a few times, randomly picked a place to sit down, and waved to Feng Hao.

Feng Hao felt slightly curious about the reactions of everyone in the restaurant. It seemed that he and Sun Houhou had no grudge against them...

There must be something fishy about this matter.

The waiter in the restaurant wiped his sweat and ran over to greet him. He was trembling all over. It was not until he reached Feng Hao and Sun Houhou's table that he finally calmed down a lot. However, when he opened his mouth, he did not ask the guest what he wanted. Instead, he said with a sad face: "

Why don't you two find another restaurant?"

Bang!

Sun Wukong slapped the table, but because he failed to maintain his strength, the table in front of him was smashed to pieces, and the teacups and bowls fell to the floor.

Keng!

Almost instantly, these disciples of the Guiyuan Sword Sect in the restaurant subconsciously felt lucky, and the flying swords in their bodies suddenly flew out.

"ah……"

The waiter in the restaurant screamed, rolled his eyes, and fainted, his crotch becoming wet all over.

When the restaurant manager saw this scene, he was so frightened that he hid under the counter and trembled all over.

It was so hard for him. He didn't know what kind of evil he had done during this time in Changsha County. He actually attracted several people from the Qi Refiner Sect, flying swords all over the sky at every turn, scaring people to death.

I was running a small business, but in my eighth life I met this group of shameless Qigong practitioners who ignored the laws of the Qin Dynasty and acted recklessly.

However, more than a dozen flying swords fell without any warning three steps away from Feng Hao and Sun Wukong. No matter how the Qi Refiner of Guiyuan Sword Sect frantically squeezed the sword techniques, it was of no avail.

The disciples of the Guiyuan Sword Sect were shocked, knowing that they were in serious trouble, and their cultivation seemed to be completely different.

"Little tricks!"

Sun Wukong curled his lips in disdain, picked up more than a dozen natal flying swords belonging to disciples of the Guiyuan Sword Sect, and put them into his pocket.

"you……"

The disciples of Guiyuan Sword Sect turned pale, and they all spat out a mouthful of blood. The trace of spiritual consciousness attached to the flying sword was easily wiped away.

They were about to cry. The opportunities in Changsha County were not great at the moment... Why come here to fight with them when you are so strong?

"Everyone, come and stand."

Sun Wukong looked at the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect with unusually fierce eyes.

The Guiyuan Sect disciples trembled all over, looked at each other, and stood in a row obediently.
Chapter completed!