"This Baili Zhi didn't come...Brother Cang, a new Xiyue House opened in the city recently. Within half a year, it swallowed up several famous brothels in the capital one by one. The food there is heavenly delicacies, and the girls there are...
The world is stunning, ahem... Of course, the most important thing is that many princes and princes like to go there to have fun, how about the three of us go there to find out about Baili Zhi's whereabouts?"
"That's fine."
Of course Fahai knew that Zhao Si's probing would probably turn into digging holes when he got there, but he was very angry now and wanted to find a place to relieve his anger, so he just went along with the flow in a sanctimonious manner.
Yang Cong was very uncomfortable with this. When he heard that he was going to a brothel, his face suddenly changed color. However, Fa Hai nodded and could only grit his teeth and agree.
Although Yang Cong has been practicing for more than two hundred years, like most casual cultivators, apart from practicing all day long, he also engages in endless battles and treasure hunts, and he is still a virgin to this day.
"How about I invite Er Lin there? These two guys are famous for being lustful and will definitely go."
"It's okay, there should always be some appetizers before the big meal."
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After leaving the academy, Fa Hai and the other three walked side by side. Behind them, there were a few nobles who looked like they wanted to watch the fun, and Er Lin was among them.
"Zi Chu, is this the classmate feeling between your aristocratic children?"
"Humph, a bunch of wallflowers! Brother Cang, do you think Baili Zhi knew your identity from somewhere, and she didn't dare to come to see you for fear of embarrassment?"
As soon as Zhao Si finished speaking, he saw three green rays of light coming from the horizon. In an instant, a young woman with a sinister expression and fluttering clothes landed in front of the three of them. Behind her, there were two more people.
A young Taoist priest who looks like a casual cultivator.
This young woman is about 20 years old. She is dressed in a decent nun's robe. Her skin is as good as snow, and her eyes are like a pool of clear water. When she looks around, she has an aloof temperament that makes people intimidated and ashamed of herself.
"Bilizhi?!"
Like a mouse meeting a cat, Zhao Si couldn't help but take three steps back with a guilty conscience. When Yang Cong waved his sleeves to protect him, he finally calmed down and couldn't help but look at Fahai, the backbone of the three.
Fahai's expression was surprisingly calm, not at all the life-and-death excitement Zhao Si imagined when an old lover met.
Looking straight at Baili Zhi, Fa Hai shook his head for a while. This Baili Zhi turned out to be almost the same as in his memory. In more than ten years, it had grown from a little beauty embryo to a rare beauty. However, he had been in contact with Fa Hai a few times.
Compared with this top beauty, this Baili Zhi seems to be less elegant and smart, and more snobbish and dusty, just like Mr. Bing in the previous life. She is beautiful, but always makes people want to wave.
Power and money have desecrated it.
Fa Hai knew that this was all developed when Bai Lizhi followed her father in the capital city. Once this snobbish and snobbish aura is formed, it will be difficult to get rid of it for the rest of her life.
Thanks to little Fahai, Fahai now still remembers Baili Zhi's appearance. Unfortunately, Baili Zhi had already forgotten Fahai and regarded him as a passerby with a pair of beautiful eyes.
With a hint of chill, like a superior queen looking at a prisoner in a cage, she stared at Zhao Si behind Yang Cong.
"Zhao Si, debts must be repaid. I wonder where you can hide today? Go back with me and kowtow in front of Jingtian to confess your sins."
In Baili Zhi's eyes, mortals are like ants. After saying this, Zhao Si didn't give Zhao Si a chance to speak. He raised his hand and an eighth-level spiritual talisman flew out, turning into a big green hand in the air and grabbing straight towards it.
Zhao Si.
"snort!"
When Yang Cong in front of Zhao Si saw this, he couldn't help but let out a cold snort, opened his mouth and spat out a sword pill, which turned into a ninth-grade flying sword with a flickering light and faced Qing Ming's big hand.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the Nether Light Flying Sword and Qing Ming's big hand collided together. Unexpectedly, it was the Nether Light Flying Sword that was thrown away. Although Qing Ming's big hand transformed by the spiritual talisman was also knocked back several feet, it collapsed.
Not leaving, as Baili Zhiying chanted a spell, a strange curve was drawn, and she grabbed Zhao Si again.
Yang Cong couldn't help but flash a trace of frustration on his face. He was not frustrated that his dignified early eighth-grade cultivation could not defeat the spiritual talisman of Baili Zhi, a late ninth-grade monk, but that the gap between the casual cultivators and the disciples of the sect was too big.
At such a young age, he only has an eighth-grade spiritual talisman, and he has been cultivating it for more than two hundred years, and the most valuable thing in his body is a ninth-grade natal flying sword.
Depressed as he was, Yang Cong cheered up and once again commanded the flying sword to protect Zhao Si. Although he was only a poor casual cultivator, he had an eighth-level cultivation and was still confident of dealing with Baili Zhilai.
Unfortunately, as soon as he moved, two flying swords flew out from behind Baili Zhi, and two sword lights, one blue and one purple, entangled his flying sword like a dragon.
"Brother Yang, we are both Lingguan and Loose Cultivators. We would like to advise you that the affairs of Longhu Mountain and the Imperial Master's Mansion are not something you can interfere with. Don't lose your life because of your interests!"
Baili Zhi obviously came prepared this time. The two spiritual officers behind her were specially prepared for Yang Cong. They both had early eighth-grade cultivation, and their strength was not inferior to Yang Cong at all.
"Stop talking nonsense, take people's money, and eliminate disasters with them! Take the initiative!"
Yang Cong was completely unmoved and commanded his natal flying sword to fight with the two spiritual officials. For a moment, the three flying swords danced wildly in the sky, and the sword energy was everywhere. The fight was very lively.
Yang Cong was entangled, but Zhao Si was miserable. He was exposed naked to Qing Ming's big hands. For a moment, he was frightened.
"Debts owed must always be paid!"
As Baili Zhi sneered full of contempt, Qing Ming's big hand fell from the sky and grabbed Zhao Si with an unstoppable force.
"Brother Cang, help!"
It was too late, but it was too soon. Just when Zhao Si was about to pee his pants in fear, Fahai suddenly appeared beside Zhao Si. He gently shook the folding fan with one hand and pointed upward seemingly casually with the other hand.
Under Baili Zhi's horrified and incomprehensible gaze, a thunder sword rose into the sky, directly smashing the arrogant Qing Ming's hand into pieces, turning into scattered talismans, and burning in the air.
It is also the ninth grade. Yang Cong's ninth grade natal flying sword can only compete with the eighth grade spiritual talisman, but Fa Hai's ninth grade telepathy sword smashed it into powder. There is no other reason. One force can defeat ten.
Fahai's 6,000-year-old mana cultivation is equivalent to that of a mid-level seventh-level monk. One blow is not something that a mere eighth-level spiritual talisman can withstand.
When Fahai didn't take action, he was just a passerby, no one took him seriously, but when he took action, he shocked the whole audience.
"Who is Your Majesty?"
Experts will know if there is something wrong as soon as they take action. The shock in Baili Zhi's heart at this time is unimaginable. She never expected that this gentle scholar who seemed to have no energy would turn out to be a master of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. He shattered her hard-earned eighth-level spiritual talisman in a short time, and looking at his relaxed and comfortable look, it seemed that he was not trying his best at all. At this age and with this level of cultivation, she had only seen Princess Lingxiang in these years. It just made her have to look up high.
Zhao Si, including Yang Cong who was commanding the flying sword, were also stunned. They knew that Fahai was powerful, but they didn't expect that he was so powerful. In an instant, they felt confident.
The pig liver color on Zhao Si's face disappeared, and the light on Yang Cong's flying sword became three points brighter.
"It doesn't matter who you are, you just said something very good, the debt you owe must always be repaid..." (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)