"No, I can't stand it anymore, change people!"

"Brother Teng, hold on!"

"Don't worry, we will help you-"

"Bad! If I don't change it, I will just remove the 'Wu Tu Fang Zun' and die together!"

The noisy and random shouting in the flames made Long Jiuxiao, who was standing beside him, feel his nerves leaping, and he became very depressed. He immediately took a step forward, drew his sword out, and slashed out a sword light that forced Feng Yu in the distance to stop.

Clam ~!

The sword light slashed on a rising rock pillar.

Feng Yu turned his head, looked at him, then nodded in enlightenment, and sighed: "It seems that the battle between you and me today will come to an end. I will meet again next day-"

"Wait," Long Jiuxiao insisted, "You can't leave yet."

Feng Yu looked at him strangely: "Do you want to keep me? - But you know, I already have a way to deal with it."

He did not explain, but with their fight just now, Long Jiuxiao naturally knew that what he was talking about was the way to get rid of his mind. However, he tightened the sword in his hand and said with a sigh: "I will try it after all!"

Feng Yu smiled: "Then try it."

Several monks who had just broken free from the fire looked up and saw Feng Yu pinching his marks and suddenly pounced on the ground. The next moment, five balls of soil raised on the ground, which seemed to be kneading with giant hands. The soil quickly formed and turned into Feng Yu's appearance. Several monks looked at each other and were dumbfounded. In their perception, the five "Feng Yu" evolved from the soil actually had the same breath!

bass!

Five figures flew up and fled in one direction.

Long Jiuxiao didn't think about it, so he held the sword and chased one of them. The monks did not hesitate to see this, and followed closely behind Long Jiuxiao. Teng Wei, who held the magic weapon "Wu Tu Fangzun", was damaged and his body was damaged. But when he saw this, he gritted his teeth and followed with a ruthless heart.

Several people were behind Feng Yu in front of him and galloped at Han Ye.

After chasing this for a while, Feng Yu, who was originally fast, suddenly had a stalemate and fell down. Long Jiuxiao frowned, and he immediately pulled in, and a sword was handed out under his body. As expected, the "Feng Yu" was obviously fake!

Long Jiuxiao, who acts on intuition, has made a mistake now.

Looking at the false body that showed the truth of the soil in front of him, several monks who were resentful looked ugly. Teng Wei, who had suffered a lot of losses, couldn't help but ask: "Your Magistrate, this--"

Long Jiuxiao did not look at him, and calmly stated: "This is a fake body."

Wei Teng was furious by his indifferent tone: "Your Excellency, please be honest--"

Unfortunately, Long Jiuxiao did not listen to his "blunt words". He just moved and chased him in the other direction he recorded. A few people looked at me and I looked at you, and they were willing to give up, but they were also unwilling to accept it. The resources on the Taoist were nothing but an opportunity for them, and they were unwilling to give up easily, so they followed Long Jiuxiao.

After chasing for a while, Long Jiuxiao saw the figure ahead.

He was not at all happy, and only caught up a few more steps and cut through the illusion of the fake body with one sword. At this time, several other monks also woke up. At Feng Yu's speed, if they were the real body, they could no longer track it if they missed the opportunity. The only thing they could catch up with would be the fake body with a slower speed!

The monks were angry and scolded.

Never seen him, an interesting smile appeared on Long Jiuxiao's sloppy face.

He really broke his "mind locking" method!

He was able to deceive a sword cultivator's lock and intuition in such a short time, and he was really amazing!

"There are three more, do we want to chase after them?" said someone.

"With two mistakes in a row, we have missed the best time to track it. What's the point of being caught up with by us?" Someone said in anger.

But one of them thought for a long time and said tentatively: "You said, will that Taoist still stay where he is?"

All the monks were shocked and said, "Hiss, it's not impossible!" But Long Jiuxiao said, "No, he has left." The monk said strangely, "Why did you say this by sir?"

Long Jiuxiao said lightly: "Intuition."

Several monks looked at each other, wanting to speak but stopping - your "intuition" just now, but two mistakes happened in succession!

He thought about the man before and said, "Then he might have gone to the capital."

"Impossible, if that Taoist commits such a serious case, how could he return to the capital? Besides, I could see clearly that the Taoist divides the five figures, and none of them go back to the capital-" As he said that, he suddenly reacted - wait, "No five figures go to the capital." Could it be a "blind method" that is to cover up the truth?!

Long Jiuxiao's eyes lit up, and he jumped back to the capital.

A moment later, he stood in front of the towering city tower in the capital. The capital, which was still in a curfew, was like a sleeping giant beast, with a heavy and solemn and majestic spirit.

Long Jiuxiao's eyes were strange, and his face was indifferent. Others could not see his mood at this moment. However, by judging others by themselves, they thought Long Jiuxiao might not be in a good mood, so no one rushed up to make him upset.

"Let's go back."

Long Jiuxiao suddenly said, "Go back and send orders to Xuanyiwei, and offer a reward for Feng Yu, the assassin who assassinated the alchemist Wu Hairu. If necessary, you can search the whole city and make sure you don't let him get away with it!"

The monks were shocked to each other and said, "Your Excellency thinks that the thief has indeed returned to the capital?"

Long Jiuxiao only made a snorkeling sound, as if he was disdainful to respond.

The monk said again: "But you and us have not taken down the thief yet. Xuanyiwei is only an elite martial arts force. How can he deal with it?"

Others hurriedly pulled him and said with a smile: "Sir, you and I will do it, so why bother to say more?"

Long Jiuxiao grinned, turned around and looked at the people, paused for a moment as if he was pondering, and said, "Today, you follow a certain assassin to follow the assassin. If you have any contribution, you plan to "third-class" and go back to your house to get a bottle of "Yangyuan Dan" as a reward."

Some monks were happy and some were calm and comfortable, but they all followed his wishes and bowed and replied, "Thank you for the reward!"

The next day.

What happened last night in Qishi Mansion soon spread throughout the capital with the opening of Xuanyiwei.

The people did not feel deeply about this, and they only felt that they dared to oppose the "Qi Shi Mansion" and assassinate the "Miaoshou Alchemist" and were definitely a vicious person!

When he heard this person escape, he seemed to be still in the capital, and he was suddenly a little nervous again. It seemed that the man would jump out of a dark place at some time and kill all directions.

Unlike ordinary people, this incident has caused storm among the powerful and even monks in the capital!

Those who were ready to move with ghosts were shocked by Wu Hai's astonishment, and they all listened to the news from all sides in amazement.

A pavilion in the magnificent palace.

The exquisite small furnace of fire charcoal is burning, the heat is rising, and the sweet mountain spring is boiled. Straws of sandalwood are wafting on the incense burner beside the table, so that you can calm your mind.

A young man with noble character but no luxury clothes and was quite simple, was quite bored and savored tea.

Next to him, a middle-aged man dressed in a monk told the news about the capital in a solemn voice.

The young man was a little tired. After the others finished speaking, he was not in a hurry to respond. He just sighed and said with a bit of joking: "Wu Hairu is dead~, haha, interesting."

He took off the boiling water on the carbon, washed the tea and brewed it, divided it into two cups, put one in front of the middle-aged monk, took one cup and tasted it slowly.

"They said, that's your man-" the middle-aged man looked at him curiously.

The young man laughed and said, "If someone has this helping arm, they will be unable to sit or lie down? But unfortunately - he has nothing to do with someone."

Then he looked up and said, "Don't you understand this?"

The middle-aged monk nodded and sighed: "Not bad! I just can't help but have some extravagant hopes."

After sitting for a while, the middle-aged monk hurriedly left.

The young man poured himself and drank by himself, his expression became more and more lonely and melancholy.

——You who claim to be transcendent and cannot resist the temptation of prosperity in the world, and have you hurriedly turned elsewhere?

——As soon as something outside of control occurs, you can’t help but come in a hurry?

The young man laughed.

However, he also became a little curious.

Who is the mysterious person who can make Long Jiuxiao come and go freely in the heavily guarded Qishi Mansion?

I don’t know where the other party resolutely killed Wu Hairu at this time?

at this time.

Feng Yu, who was talked about by countless people, was enjoying delicious food in a luxurious restaurant. Seeing him leisurely and attentive and meticulous, he was not as anxious as others thought.

Xuanyiwei is famous in front of ordinary people, officials, and even people from the martial arts world. He can use this to deal with monks, especially those with profound cultivation and outstanding Taoism. He is naturally unable to match his strength.

Long Jiuxiao knew this.

He conveyed the news to Xuanyiwei, and had never thought that the other party could do anything to Feng Yu.

That's just a tacit deal.

Faced with those Xuanyiwei, Feng Yu did not even need to avoid it, but only used a little trick. Those who were not well-educated in martial arts practice could not notice anything strange. Of course, in order to avoid trouble, he chose to settle in a luxurious restaurant here. Such restaurants in the capital often have deep backgrounds. Even if Xuanyiwei acts unpredictable, they will not come to disturb them repeatedly.

In front of the restaurant window.

Feng Yu held a cup of wine, his eyes shone through the window, and he looked outside with a little excitement.

As soon as Wu Hairu died, the source of "blood extraction and alchemy" was cut off, and the matter ended. The waves in the capital were treacherous and he did not want to participate. After receiving a message from his senior brother, Feng Yu's view of the "Qinglantern Sect" had changed, but Kang Long still made him unable to let go. If he left the capital, the previously expected method would have to be abandoned.

After thinking about it, I felt relieved.

Anyway, he didn't want to interfere with the power struggle of several princes. Instead of wasting time in the capital, it would be better to visit the county monarch "Madam Feng", Guangping Prefecture. If you agree, you might as well join forces with them to deal with the demons and monsters of the "Chongxianhui", which is the right way.

I just don’t know how the two “master nephews” in Laoshan went to the south to explore the “Five Gods”.

As I thought about it, I sipped a sip of the wine.

There is no rush. Do things one by one. After establishing a reputation among monks, the title of "Dayan True Lord" will be twice the result with half the effort.

At this moment, a noise came from the downstairs of the restaurant.

Whether it was the restaurant shopkeeper, manager, client, or other diners who were dining here, they all rushed to the door with excitement. Feng Yu felt a little curious: What kind of distinguished guest is here, and he actually asked everyone to welcome him together?

So he concentrated his mind and explored the past.

The visitor was originally a monk with a literati and his magical power was quite weak in front of him. Of course, Feng Yu seemed to have some shortcomings at this time. Everyone greeted him, and they were full of joy and respect. The above was honored to see him, and they respectfully called him "Doctor Xin" in their mouths.

Feng Yu's thoughts moved slightly, and he remembered a person - Xin Jiping, the "Sacred Hand Spirit Doctor" who was known as Wu Hairu!

Is it him who came?

Just as he was surprised, a faint demonic aura suddenly emanated from something on Xin Jiping's cuff. Feng Yu smelled the breath and his expression suddenly changed!
Chapter completed!