After saying that, Wu Zhi turned around and walked forward.
Under Dai Anran's guidance, he indeed found the so-called Qingshuang Sword.
This sword hangs in the most conspicuous position, and it looks like something extraordinary.
The moment Wu Zhi pulled the sword blade out of its sheath, he heard a clear sound.
"Zheng——"
At the same time, those white sword blades give people a very peculiar touch.
Wu Zhi just glanced once or twice and nodded slightly.
“It’s really great health care!”
Uh, big sword!
Wu Zhi directly inserted the sword into his waistband.
When Wu Zhi was looking for Yun Tie beyond the sky, he accidentally discovered several paintings hanging on the wall next to him.
These paintings look like ordinary decorations, nothing special.
But one of them caught Wu Zhi's attention.
Because this painting looks familiar to Wu Zhi no matter how he looks at it.
Seeing Wu Zhi standing under the inconspicuous clothes, Dai Anran couldn't help but get closer curiously.
Asked: "Bo Hao, what are you looking at?"
Wu Zhi smiled and said: "These paintings look good, they should be by famous artists, right?"
However, Dai Anran shook his head slightly: "These paintings are nothing special. They have been hanging here all the time. Look, they are all covered in dust. They are not worth much."
In this regard, Dai Anran did not hide anything. She obviously did not know the value of these paintings.
Her eyes and expressions when looking at these paintings were very natural, and Wu Zhi indeed found that the scrolls were covered with dust.
According to Dai Anran, these paintings have been hanging here since her great-grandfather's time.
The corners of Wu Zhi's mouth turned up slightly, he pointed at a painting he was familiar with, stretched out his hand and said.
"This painting is good, I want it."
Saying that, Wu Zhi immediately reached out his hand and planned to take down the painting.
However, just when Wu Zhi was about to take down the painting.
A window less than 20 steps away from Wu Zhi's right hand side was suddenly broken open by a black shadow!
Immediately afterwards, a dozen men in black quickly entered from outside!
These men in black did not dare to be interested in the magic weapons placed in the room.
Instead, he immediately focused his attention on the paintings on the wall.
The leader shook his right hand slightly, and immediately three darts flew towards Wu Zhi and Dai Anran beside him!
These three darts are extremely fast, and when they spin, they glow with a dark green cold light.
It's obviously quenched the poison!
Although Dai Anran knew some martial arts, he was unable to dodge the flying poison darts.
Wu Zhi snorted coldly, hugged Dai Anran's delicate body tightly into his arms, and then jumped up from the ground, jumping continuously in the air and avoiding three poison darts.
By the time Wu Zhi was about to rush to grab the painting, the dozen or so men in black had already come to kill him.
What they hold in their hands are not the weapons commonly used by martial arts people in the Central Plains.
Their knives are relatively short.
The blade is very straight and has no edge. The blade is coated with something that cannot reflect any light even under the light.
Only the tip of the knife is extremely sharp!
This kind of knife is obviously specially used for assassination!
Wu Zhi recognized the costumes of the group of people in front of him at a glance. They were actually ninjas from Fuso!
When they arrived at Fusang together, Wu Zhi's mind couldn't help but flash back to the crazy woman who almost killed him, Princess Zhou!
As their thoughts changed, these people continued to throw darts at Wu Zhi.
Wu Zhi held Dai Anran in his arms and jumped continuously on the weapon rack.
On the one hand, you avoid the opponent's hidden weapons, and on the other hand, you keep approaching the painting on the wall!
In the blink of an eye, two ninjas rushed over from the left and right sides.
Wu Zhi's body twisted strangely in the air to avoid the ninja sword thrust by one of them.