South Vietnam.

The sun sets in the west.

In front of the sparsely populated small village, masters from the Chen family, the Bai Lie clan and the South Vietnamese royal family arrived one after another.

The mighty three-party army, with their auras working hand in hand, is extremely powerful.

Behind the crowd, a South Vietnamese shaman dressed in strange clothes walked towards him, the silver bells on his body jingling, attracting attention.

There is a kind of person who is born to be the protagonist. No matter where he goes, he will be the focus of everyone.

This is the case for the Great Shaman, who is the number one master in South Vietnam.

With royal blood, noble status, and martial arts talent that is rare to see in a century, he has almost never failed since he started practicing martial arts. Since inheriting the great shaman, his cultivation has become increasingly sophisticated. Standing at the top of the virtual flower, he may attack the legendary gods at any time.

realm.

"Great Shaman!"

In front of the village, many masters from the South Vietnamese royal family looked at the woman coming from behind, and they all moved out of the way and saluted respectfully.

The Nanyue shaman looked at the village in front of him and asked, "Are you sure you are in the village?"

"To the great shaman, we have searched around and there is no trace of them. Only this village may be hiding people." An expert from the South Vietnamese royal family responded.

"Go and search."

The Nanyue shaman glanced at the setting sun in the sky and reminded, "Try not to affect the people in the village."

"yes!"

Everyone took the order and rushed forward one after another to find the whereabouts of the two men.

"Auntie, I always feel that there is something fishy in this. The Suzaku Sect has no enmity with our South Vietnamese royal family, so why would they steal my royal family's most precious treasure?" From behind, a woman stepped forward and said with a puzzled expression.

The woman's appearance is very delicate, with a bit of nobility. She is none other than the South Vietnamese royal master, Li Li, who appeared in the Great Shang Capital not long ago.

"It's not important. We will catch all the people and take them back to the Jingguang Glazed Pagoda. For the rest, wait until the old Suzaku comes to Nanyue Kingdom to talk to me." Nanyue Shaman responded with an indifferent expression.

"Holy Lord, what should I do?"

At this moment, in the village, Tian Zhique looked at the masters rushing outside and turned around to ask.

"You hide for a while."

Holy Lord Yunying glanced at the knee-length hair of the person in front of him and said quickly, "Your hair is too long and I can't hide it. I'll deal with them first. If it doesn't work, I'll find a way to get out."

"good."

Tianzhique responded, quickly walked under the broken wooden bed and hid.

Holy Lord Yunying stepped forward, piled a bunch of debris in, then took out a human skin mask and put it on his face, and wiped it on his face a few times with his dusty hands. Suddenly, a hard-working man

The village woman appeared in front of her.

As for clothes?

It has been replaced a long time ago. How could a professional make such a low-level mistake?

"Dang Dang!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside. Perhaps because the Nanyue Shaman was stationed outside, the experts from all sides did not dare to be too presumptuous and did not break in directly.

"Wait a moment."

In the wooden house, Holy Lord Yunying responded, bowed slightly, walked forward, covered his mouth and coughed, and asked in an authentic dialect, "Everyone, everyone, what's the matter?

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Outside the house, several people heard the woman's accent and looked at each other. One of them looked into the house and asked, "Madam, two wanted criminals ran out recently. They are very dangerous. Did you see it?"

Some suspicious person?"

"the wanted?"

Upon hearing this, Holy Master Yunying showed a look of horror on his face, coughed even more violently, shook his head vigorously and said, "No, I didn't see it."

"Let's go."

Several people saw that the woman was coughing more and more, and they felt a little taboo, so they left one after another without asking any more questions.

Even great practitioners of the Five Realms do not want to contract some fatal diseases. Throughout the ages, there are not a few martial arts masters who have died from diseases.

It's just about catching two wanted criminals, there's no need to risk your life.

They all work for others, and they don’t get a few taels of silver a month, so what’s the use of their lives?

After a few people left, Holy Lord Yunying closed the door, breathed a deep sigh of relief, and said, "Come out, they are gone."

Under the bed, Tian Zhique crawled out, cleaned the dead grass from his long hair, and praised, "The Holy Lord's acting skills are really amazing, especially this dialect. Even these South Vietnamese people didn't hear the flaws."

"Do what you do and love what you do."

Holy Master Yunying responded matter-of-factly, "If I don't have a good strategy, how can I dare to go out and mess around? I just have basic qualities."

With just brute force, she would have been caught like that idiot Suzaku Son.

"Great Shaman, the whereabouts of those two people have not been found in the village."

Not long after, outside the village, a master came back and reported with a respectful expression.

In the rear, on the chariot, Fu Tianxi saw that everyone had returned without success. There was no joy or sadness on his face, and he could not see any waves.

"Not found?"

In front of everyone, the Nanyue Shaman heard this, frowned slightly, and asked, "Have you searched carefully?"

"Reporting to the high priest, we searched door to door." A South Vietnamese expert responded respectfully, "There is indeed none."

"You guys are keeping an eye on Holy Son Suzaku here, I'll look for him myself."

The Nanyue shaman said something and immediately walked towards the village ahead.

In the sky, because everyone was delayed for a long time looking for someone, the sunset has already set, and the night has arrived as scheduled.

"not good."

At this time, in the dilapidated house in the village, Holy Lord Yunying saw the Nanyue Shaman who had died in person in the distance, and said with a somewhat solemn expression, "That crazy woman is here in person."

"We can't wait any longer, find an opportunity to kill."

On the side, Tianzhique looked at the gradually darkening sky outside and said in a deep voice, "If you are stopped by the great shaman head-on, it will be difficult to run away."

A few days ago, Holy Son Suzaku was arrested by the great shaman just to separate the two of them.

To be honest, he has met many masters over the years, but he has never heard of someone as strong as the Great Shaman of the South Vietnam Kingdom.

Just one encounter can make people feel suffocated.

Just when Holy Lord Yunying and Tianzhique were in crisis.

In the distance, under the dark night, the wheels rumbled, and Xiao Si pushed Li Ziye on the machine chair and walked forward.

The two of them were still so unhurried, with no intention of speeding up their journey at all.

Just saving people, what's the rush?

Even if he is executed immediately at three o'clock in the afternoon, he can still rob the execution ground.

What's more, since the treasure is still in their hands, people are very safe and there is no need to worry.

"Young Master."

After walking for another half an hour, Xiao Si stared at the end of the night ahead and said, "There are many masters there. We should have found the right place."

"How many people are there?" Li Ziye asked calmly.

"More than thirty."

Xiaosi replied, "They are all in the fifth realm. In addition, there is an unusually powerful aura, and the cultivation level is at least the virtual flower realm."

"It's such a grand occasion."
Chapter completed!