Four hundred and twentieth eight chapters secretly plotting people
The sun sets in the west and the full moon hangs high.
The night in the Secret Mansion also has a unique flavor. Many places are lit up with brilliance, which are luminous crystals used for illumination. In addition, the clouds and mist are lingering, and you can see the spewing colors. Many disciples come here at night, isn't it?
Those who come here to look for opportunities come to see the scenery.
Most people are hardworking and know that time is precious.
Even at night, there are few people deserted.
There are still people passing by the arch bridge and looking down.
To be precise, it was a look at Zhao Yun.
That's right, that thing is still stuck in the river? It hasn't moved yet.
"What kind of artistic conception has it taken so long to realize?"
Man Teng murmured, still sitting cross-legged by the river, holding a rag to wipe the mace. Not to mention whether his brain was good or not, he was still very loyal and guarded it from beginning to end.
Mu Qinghan is also here.
The younger brother was too distracted to be disturbed, so how could she not come?
She was not idle, guarding and comprehending the secret method at the same time.
"Little girls...what do you like?" Man Teng asked Mu Qinghan.
The big guy seemed to really want to find a wife, but after hearing that Jiannan was having a hard time, and even received a few beatings for it, it would be more reliable to find a female disciple to ask, and coincidentally, there was such a person next to him.
"Flower." Mu Qinghan whispered and smiled.
The entire Tianzong knew about Man Teng, how could she not know about it.
Even though this guy is big, he is actually very pure, otherwise... he wouldn't go and beat up female disciples.
"Any kind of flower will do?" Man Teng asked again.
"It's best not to send green onions... and chrysanthemums." Mu Qinghan coughed dryly.
"I understand."
Man Teng grinned, and Ma Liu put away the mace and turned around without a trace.
Mu Qinghan shook his head and smiled, glanced at Zhao Yun, and continued to study the secret method.
Zhao Yun showed no sign of waking up.
Bathed in the moonlight, the river water is sparkling, and its body is shiny.
Chu Wushuang passed by again, glanced sideways, and soon... left silently. She was also curious about what kind of artistic conception Zhao Yun was looking for, and she still hasn't woken up. In her opinion, it must be very good.
The artistic conception of being able to run is novel just thinking about it.
In this way, another two days passed quietly.
In the early morning, the warm sunshine poured in, casting a layer of peace over the secret palace.
Some disciples left, and some came in. They were all true disciples, and they went to the secret mansion to take advantage of opportunities.
By the river, Mu Qinghan was still there.
This is also a motivated girl who is dedicated to studying secret arts.
The one who was more motivated than her was Zhao Yun. His whole body was covered with dew and he was still lost in thought. Even the disciples passing by raised their eyebrows. What an artistic conception! It took him two days and three nights to realize it.
The longer you enlighten...the greater your supernatural power becomes.
They are all true disciples, so naturally they are not fools and have their own conclusions in their hearts.
The artistic conception is a good thing, with infinite potential within it. Ji Hen's opportunities should be great.
"Gone."
The disciples passing by came and went as quickly as they came.
As the saying goes, time is precious, so if you have the time, go find the secret method.
The river fell into tranquility again.
Mu Qinghan raised his eyes several times, but Zhao Yun did not wake up.
However, looking at Zhao Yun's brows, sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing, it should be something.
call out!
Suddenly, a slight sound of tetanus sounded.
It was a silver needle, thinner than an ox hair, almost invisible to the naked eye, and it was shot from nowhere. It was aimed at Zhao Yun. It was obvious that someone was secretly causing trouble and wanted to disturb his enlightenment.
Zheng!
Mu Qinghan drew his sword instantly and broke the silver needle with one blow.
The sword energy spread, cutting off a large sloth and forcing one person out.
He is a young man in white clothes.
At first glance, he looks somewhat similar to Wei Teng, and is probably a relative.
He is indeed a relative. His name is Wei Zhan. According to family seniority, he is Wei Teng's cousin.
Everyone in their family seems to have a bad stomach.
"The true legend... actually secretly plotted something?"
Mu Qinghan said coldly, seeming to recognize Wei Zhan and his relationship with Wei Teng.
Since they are cousins, it makes sense that this sneak attack must be to make Wei Tang angry. However, her junior brother is too powerful and terrifying, so she does not dare to do it openly, so she uses the poisoned silver needle to plot against him.
Fortunately she was here to guard him, otherwise Ji Hen would have suffered a disaster, and rebellion would have been very possible.
"Junior sister, I'm afraid I may have misunderstood and acted unintentionally." Wei Zhan smiled faintly.
If a person is thick-skinned, he is simply shameless.
For example, this person was caught red-handed, but his face was not red and he was not out of breath.
"Fighting is prohibited in the secret palace. You are breaking the rules." Mu Qinghan's tone became even colder.
"You can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Who saw it?"
"you....."
"Come on, I'll do it."
Before Mu Qinghan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone behind him.
It was Zhao Yun who woke up and jumped out of the river. Without saying a word, he went straight to Wei Zhan.
"Ji Hen, this is a secret palace."
Seeing Zhao Yun coming to kill, Wei Zhandun was timid and subconsciously took a step back.
Zhao Yun remained silent, his body was like a ghost, he came towards him in three or two steps and shouted out with one palm.
Snap!
The applause that followed was very loud.
Although Wei Zhan was a true legend, Zhao Yun seemed more terrifying, and he slapped his face crookedly.
"You..." Wei Zhan Lei was furious.
He was plotting secretly, but this one... actually did it openly.
"Scream, I'll let you shout."
Zhao Yun stepped forward and slapped him again in a domineering manner.
This palm gave Wei Zhan's face a symmetrical blow.
It's not over yet.
How could someone like Wei Zhan be without three consecutive falls?
The three roars were so pleasant that Wei Zhan fell to the ground and became paralyzed.
"You...how dare you ignore the rules."
Wei Zhan opened his mouth, and blood poured out of his mouth as he spoke.
If he had missed the opportunity and had no time to take action, how could he have suffered such a tragic defeat?
"Noisy." Zhao Yun raised his hand and slapped it again.
Wei Zhan fainted on the spot, and his twisted face showed an expression of pain and even anger.
After three consecutive falls, it was not just as simple as stomach bloating, but pain all over my body.
"So that you don't have eyesight."
Zhao Yun cursed and raised and lowered his hands.
The so-called raising and lowering of hands means sweeping away treasures.
There's no way...an occupational disease.
No matter who was knocked down, it seemed that there was such a process.
Look at his skills, he has become much more skillful, and he will not be polite with the treasures he can take away.
Mu Qinghan looked at it and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Let’s just say! Her younger brother is very talented.
"What's wrong?"
"Where did the bang come from?"
Disciples nearby came one after another.
Seeing this scene, I was stunned for a moment, how bloody it was!
Is that Wei Zhan?
Is that Ji Hen?
Was Wei Zhan disabled by the fall?
Is Ji Hen taking advantage of the situation?
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Yun got up and tied up Wei Zhan with five flowers.
After that, I found a crooked-necked tree and consciously hung this guy on it.
He kept his hand.
If Mu Qinghan hadn't been there, Wei Zhan would have stripped him naked.
Even so, it was enough for Wei Zhan to suffer, and he couldn't even think of getting out of bed until he had to lie down for ten days and a half.
"Fighting is prohibited in the Secret Palace, Ji Hen...you are going too far."
I don't know who just drank, and the tone was so upright.
Don't think that just because you have won first place, you can ignore the rules of the sect. If the emperor breaks the law, he will be guilty of the same crime as the common people?
Soon, another one was hung on the crooked-neck tree.
Now, the whole place was silent.
At this time, the disciples who were still trying to find a sense of presence have all given up.
According to Zhao Yun’s words:
To deal with a chirping person, fists are better than anything else.
There were so many disciples present that they were restless, and they were hung up like two chickens... to show to the monkeys.
"go home."
Zhao Yun clapped his hands and greeted Mu Qinghan.
Mu Qinghan coughed dryly and hurriedly followed.
Overall, she was more like a junior sister, while Ji Hen... was more like a senior brother.
"His master may not be kind," Mu Qinghan said.
"He was the one who made the first move." Zhao Yun shrugged.
The worst thing is... I'll get hung up on Yunyan again.
Anyway, the treasures that were swept away will not be returned.
This is... professional ethics. Once the treasure is in his pocket, no one will give it to him.
"Be low-key." Mu Qinghan laughed dryly.
"Understood." Zhao Yun smiled and took off his shoes.
After three days of comprehending the Earth Spirit Mantra, he had gained some of its essence.
If the artistic conception had not dissipated, he would have continued to comprehend.
Not to mention, he took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the ground. He felt even more the thickness of the earth, and the breath was warm and genial. After running the pirated mental skills of the performance, there was still a trace of the power of the earth, sinking into the soles of his feet, like a
Wisps of clear spring poured into his whole body, and he felt a coolness all over his body, limbs, bones, internal organs, and meridians. It felt very wonderful.
"The power of the earth...is indeed mysterious." Zhao Yun muttered.
The pirated mental method is a pirated earth spiritual spell, and it cannot compare with the spirit tribe women.
That's the real thing.
However, he was not in a hurry.
The essence has been obtained for the first time, and you need to practice more in the future. If you refine this method and stand on the ground, you will have an endless stream of power. If you can't defeat it, you will die. If you add the martial soul Danhai, you will be of the same level.
I'm afraid no one can consume more energy than him. Naturally, the outliers like the Dragon Concubine of Great Xia are not included in this category. The true energy of the nine-tailed fairy fox is extremely majestic, and its power will absolutely crush it.
"Junior brother, you..."
Mu Qinghan was stunned and looked at Zhao Yun's feet in confusion.
Aren't you afraid of pricking your feet if you don't wear shoes and go barefoot?
"Down-to-earth." Zhao Yun's response was serious and thoughtful.
Indeed, it is very down-to-earth. Walking barefoot on the ground makes you feel the kindness of the earth.
Mu Qinghan laughed dryly. People said that his junior brother was not normal, but now she started to believe it.
"Xuan Tian's Heart Technique." Here, Zhao Yun has stuffed an ancient scroll.
"This is too expensive." Mu Qinghan hurriedly shied away. This is a heaven-level technique.
"Family, don't be so polite. Hurry up and put it away so that no one sees it." Zhao Yun said with a smile.
Mu Qinghan couldn't resist, so he hurriedly put it away.
Heaven-level skills cannot be known to outsiders, as they may lead to death.
"Thank you." Mu Qinghan smiled sweetly.
My junior brother is really a nice person. He is as precious as the Purple Tears Soldier Crystal. You can give it away as soon as you say so.
Now, it was another heaven-level skill, and it was the first time she had seen such a generous person.
"I said, why doesn't he wear shoes?"
"If his brain is abnormal, do you still expect him to act normally?"
"You're really good at scolding me."
Encountering many disciples on the road, I saw Zhao Yun's bare feet even a long way away.
There were a lot of comments and strange looks. I really don’t have money to buy shoes? No way!
Even the two old men guarding the secret palace raised their eyebrows.
Especially the old black man, who wanted to get together to study it.
Seeing this, Zhao Yun was as fast as a thunderbolt, dragging Mu Qinghan and scurrying over. The black old man didn't care about hygiene. He picked his feet and stroked his beard. The smell of his smelly feet made him want to cry.
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There will be chapters later, so it will come later.
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