The ancient city of Wangwang is very prosperous under the moonlight.

However, this bustling atmosphere was made even more noisy by the passing of one person.

It was Zhao Yun, wiping the nosebleed with one hand and covering his waist with the other. His forehead was bruised and his face was swollen, he was limping, there were many footprints all over his body, and his smooth black hair was scratched like a chicken coop.

Walking on the street, he is like a beautiful scenery.

"Who was beating him?"

"Sage of love! Most likely I'm in trouble again."

"This is what you deserve."

People on the street gathered together, talking a lot, and their minds were wide open. They consciously thought of the name of Love Saint, and even his aunt dared to flirt with him. There was nothing else he didn't dare to do.

"Hit me again."

Zhao Yun wiped away the blood from his nose and bared his teeth.

When we arrived, we didn’t know why Chi Yan beat him. Was it because of what happened that night?

"Being beaten is also a kind of practice."

The words of Moon God are quite philosophical about life.

As a master, she felt particularly comfortable when she saw her disciples being beaten.

Um?

As he was walking away, Zhao Yun frowned slightly, but his perception was still good. He noticed that there were a few pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark, with murderous intent hidden in them. The sight sent a chill down his spine and chills all over his body.

"From Rashomon?"

Zhao Yun whispered, this guess is still very reliable.

Maybe it's the person invited by the great elder, or it could be the Blood-clothed Sect, the big clan, or the hostile forces of the Zhao family. Any one of them wants to kill him. He will be a big tree and attract wind, and he will have too many enemies. Who knows which family it is.

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"Xiu'er, how can we hide our identity better?" Zhao Yun asked.

He promised Renfengwu that he would help. If it was a favor, he really owed the girl his life. He had to go to hell and not be found out, so he could save his life.

"Create a mysterious robe to hide from the world and isolate yourself from prying eyes."

The moon god returns at will, but if you want to break into the dragon's pond and tiger's den, you must be well equipped.

"Can the Sky Eye also isolate?" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows.

"Then which level of Heavenly Eye you need depends on the opponent's cultivation level." Moon God said calmly, "If there is a Heavenly Martial Realm in the Hell of Hell, any cover-up will be useless."

After finishing her words, she waved her hands again and shed a golden light.

What is passed down is not a secret technique, but the method of making a mysterious robe that escapes the world, including the materials of the robe, including the patterns and runes that need to be carved on the robe. There are extremely detailed explanations in it, which are somewhat similar to painting talismans. Although it is not complicated, it requires

It's extremely harsh. Naturally, the higher the level of the escapist robe, the stronger the ability to cover it up.

"We have such a good thing, why don't we take it out sooner."

As Zhao Yun spoke, he kept the method in his heart. If he had used the mysterious robe to hide from the world, he would not have been discovered before, and he would have almost lost his life.

He drank a sip of spiritual liquid and began to visit various shops to prepare all the materials. As for the material for the robe, he also made a special trip to the black market and spent thirty thousand taels to buy rare silk, and he would give away silk satins as soon as possible.

Banker.

When she returned to Zhao's house, Liu Ruxin had already fallen asleep.

Zhao Yuan and Furong didn't take a rest, drinking tea in the pavilion and admiring the moon.

In other words, we are waiting for Zhao Yun.

"Father, mother."

"Yun'er, sit down."

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Zhao Yun sat down, took a piece of fruit, and stuffed it into his mouth desperately, mainly because he wanted to block his mouth. Who gave him a master who couldn't sleep?

"Your mother can be resurrected. Can she cure Xin'er's eyes?"

Zhao Yuan smiled, but he didn't want his daughter-in-law to live in darkness.

"able."

Zhao Yun replied simply.

However, he was helpless. The Moon God said that Liu Ruxin's eyes did not need any other treatment, and they would regain their sight when it was time. Mostly because of Liu Ruxin's bloodline.

"That's good." Furong smiled, "Are you still waiting to hold your grandson?"

cough!

Zhao Yun coughed dryly and glanced at the Moon God subconsciously, asking for instructions. It was a bit funny. After marrying a wife, he still had to ask the master if he would allow it.

"wait."

Moon God said lightly, Liu Ruxin's bloodline is not ordinary. If she touches her before her eyesight is restored, her bloodline will lose its innate purity. She doesn't want a good seedling to die young.

In the cradle.

If you can't help it, you can use your hands!

This time, Zhao Yun's eyes became slanted.

Are all the goddesses in the divine world so open-minded?

Or should I say, you, the goddess of the moon...are the only one who stands out.

"Let's make another one while we're still young!"

"Dad, Mom, you guys talk."

Zhao Yun said, got up and ran away.

The reason is that Yueshen has another last attack, so it is better to escape as soon as possible.

"This kid."

Furong laughed angrily, when did she learn to make fun of her parents?

"It's a little different."

Zhao Yuan stroked his beard. He had heard that Zhao Yun flirted with Liu Ruyue during the duel with Kushan Weapon Refining. For this reason, he was even called the Love Saint.

After returning to the room, Zhao Yun tiptoed again.

As long as he is at home, he will nourish Liu Ruxin's body every day.

By the way, I'll also give you a sneak peek.

The next day, Zhao Yun went to the silk and satin shop early and used the silk he bought for thirty thousand taels to weave into a robe. The black robe looked quite dignified when worn.

When you come to the military store again, you can see the dancing phoenix.

She was still disguising herself as a man, waiting for Zhao Yun to work with her to save her brother. Whenever Zhao Yun needed her, even if he wanted her, she would not frown at all.

"Give me some time."

Zhao Yun left a word and Ma slipped up the stairs, covering her mouth tightly.

When he entered the door, he bumped into Chi Yan and received another cannibalistic look.

"It's not that I can't beat you."

Zhao Yun curled his lips in his heart and said it was a coincidence. He couldn't beat me!

"If he bullies you again, tell us and beat him to death."

The little black fat man patted his chest, but the shape was a bit funny. The stick was there, but it was not as tall as Feng Wu. One black and one white, a sharp contrast.

Feng Wu laughed dryly and went to the pavilion not far away.

"The martial arts of perception."

Old Xuandao glanced at it and gently stroked his beard.

"You look so familiar!"

The fat old man folded his hands, perhaps because the phoenix dancer dressed up as a man, he inadvertently recalled an old friend, but he had not seen him for many years.

"I heard that Tianzong has one hundred and eight true disciples who have entered the Demonic Land for training." Old Xuandao said calmly, although he was not in the sect, he knew what was going on in the sect.

"Those old guys are really crazy." The fat old man snorted coldly, "Just wait! At least half of the one hundred and eight true legends are folded in."

"In troubled times, it is better not to cause trouble."

Lao Xuandao rubbed his eyelids, he had been beating more and more violently in the past few days.

In the attic, Zhao Yun had spread out his black robe, first wrapped it in flames, and after practicing it for a while, he dipped his pen in ink and drew the Nine Palaces and Bagua on the back of the black robe.

Then, there is a striped road with many ancient runes.

In this way, a covering formation is formed. The nine palaces and eight trigrams, patterns, and runes are all the formation legs, and this black robe is similar to the formation platform.
To be continued...