Ding Cong listened stunned, and didn't express his thoughts, of course, he didn't have any ideas at this time. Since the goal is himself, then Wei He's purpose must be to find the black hand behind the scenes, and he has become a bait.

Wei He looked down at the time, waiting for the report on the scattered cultivation. Schenck and the others stood quietly without making a sound. After another moment, Chen Dong ran into the room again and handed Wei He a fountain pen in his hand, "The headquarters just sent it." After saying that, he hurried out again.

When Ding Cong saw the fountain pen, he thought, is it like a means of transmitting intelligence in a spy war? Then he saw a very magical scene, the fountain pen was suspended in Wei He's hand, writing something automatically, and the ink quickly formed sentences in the air, and then dissipated. After repeating this several times, Wei He put away the pen and began to bow his head and groan.

Seeing this scene, Ding Cong wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, and it was uncomfortable to sit there. Weichen, who was standing behind Wei He, smiled and asked his master, "Master, what's wrong?"

Wei He pondered for a while before he spoke: "Li Deren is not a big problem, it's just a Taobao cult cultivator. However, Lu Jingtian is hard to say, and he can't find any information about him. ”

Except for Ding Cong, several others were surprised. As long as you come to this world, there will always be traces, and there are only two possibilities for people without traces. One is erased. The other is to live too long, so long that before anyone starts to do intelligence work, they have already hidden themselves. The first one is not scary, as long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to find out. The second one is really hard to say.

Wei He pondered for a long time again, stood up and looked at the time, and asked Ding Cong with a smile, "Are you interested in accompanying me to see the Shangyuan Ruins again?"

This is not something that is not interesting, but something that must be done, so Ding Cong obediently followed Wei He and the others to the museum again. When they were about to reach the door, Schenk and Ele stopped at the same time, smiling at the master, Wei He waved his hand, and without looking at them, he continued to walk in with Ding Cong and a few people.

Wei He said as he went, and actually told Ding Cong about the artifact weak water. Just when Ding Cong was surprised, Wei He asked a very simple question: "When do the hour and minute hands coincide in the integer number on a clock?" and continued without waiting for Ding Cong's answer.

When he came to the ruins of the Shang Clan's Council Hall, Wei He stopped. After looking around, he suddenly laughed, raised his head and said into the air, "The weak water is here, who dares to take it?"

Before Ding Cong could figure out what was going on, the empty hall remembered the sound of the urn and replied angrily, "Why don't you dare!"

Then, the top of the air film was pressed out with a footprint, deeper and deeper. When the air film could not bear such a weight, it exploded with a bang, and the air in the museum seemed to have finally found a release port, and it escaped from the shattered place of the air film in an instant. Without the support of the air, the top of the shattered air film smashed down like a rag, but the only difference from ordinary rags was that this rag weighed more than 180 tons.

Wei He's master and apprentice seemed to have been waiting for the arrival of the change, and at the moment when the top smashed, Wei He suddenly pushed up with one hand, and a huge palm condensed by a pale yellow light slapped on the broken top with a snap. And Ren Sheng and Di Xiuxiu also shot at the same time, but instead of going up, they punched towards the empty space behind Wei He.

Two air explosions sounded in everyone's ears almost at the same time, one from above, and the other from behind Wei He. The broken top in the sky was knocked away by Wei He's palm, but Ren Sheng and Di Xiuxiu were both shocked back, and blood spilled from the corners of their mouths. At this time, Weichen didn't look at anyone, but quickly poured his soul power into the deep small flag, waiting for a moment to explode. Then there was a series of loud roars and cracks, and the wall on the west side of the museum was forcibly shattered, and a group of heavily armed soldiers walked in and surrounded Wei He and the others.

Ding Cong stood stupidly in the encirclement, not knowing what was going on, and he didn't know what he should do, but he subconsciously approached Weichen after remembering Wei He's advice.

It's a long story, but it only takes a minute or two to go from the shattering of the air film to the encirclement. Ding Cong slowed down a little and realized that it was actually Chen Dong who led the team to surround him, and behind Chen Dong stood a little old man, wearing exactly the same as Wei He, all loose white slacks with light yellow sportswear. It's just that this little old man was full of anger and stared at Wei He fiercely.

At the same time as the army, there was also a foot and a man. The foot is the huge foot that stepped on the broken air film, and the owner of the foot is a round and faceless monster, after stepping on the broken gas film, he didn't care about what was going on below, and stood directly on the top of the Shang clan council hall ruins. The person is the one who just attacked Wei He. After the shot, he saw the army coming in, and he stood still and did not move. This person is wearing a security uniform, with empty hands, and two sleeves that have turned into strips of cloth hanging on his forearms, which are the security guards Lao Li and Li Deren.

At this time, a cold voice broke the silence, "Wei He, who are you, you actually have the audacity to pretend to be a public official, and you still call this special force?" Although the little old man looked at Wei He with raised eyebrows, his tone was not impatient at all, just cold. Then he seemed to notice the round and faceless monster standing on the ruins, and then his face became even more angry, and he shouted loudly, "Wei He, I didn't expect you to collude with Chaos!"

Wei He first looked at Chaos, then glanced at Lao Li behind him, and didn't pay attention to them, but smiled at the little old man and said, "Chaos?

After listening to the conversation between the two, Ding Cong's face darkened, and he glanced at Weichen, who was still concentrating on injecting soul power into Xiaoqi beside him, and sighed in his heart, why didn't he expect it, how could the master be stable if he could teach such an apprentice as Weichen? Alas, I hope not to be implicated.

Before Ding Cong could finish complaining, changes began again. Suddenly there was a gas explosion outside the hall, it should be someone fighting, and then a scream sounded, and a black shadow flew into the hall with a strong wind from the broken roof, and smashed heavily in front of Wei He, the gravel flew, and a deep pit appeared directly on the floor. Before Ren Sheng and Di Xiuxiu went down to investigate the situation, there was also a noisy explosion in the other direction. A figure quickly shook through the encirclement and stood next to Wei He, but his clothes were broken and covered with blood, it was none other than Senior Brother Schenk.

Schenk looked at the pit and frowned, and then said in a low voice, "It's not the right time for the male to come, the people who were controlled have been released, although a few have gone, but none of them are good stubble." ”

"That thing wasn't found, was it?" Wei He also asked with a slight frown.

"No, there is no problem with the positions on the northwest side, I originally wanted to go and see the two sides of Xiao Ji again, but unfortunately I was stopped by the person named Lu Jingtian. Schenk looked at Ren Sheng's pick-up, and said helplessly.

"It's not easy to stop you. Wei He's brows furrowed even tighter.

At this time, a small mouthful of blood spurted out, and he said in a weak voice, "The southeast is fine, Hanzhu is here." After saying that, he spurted blood again and fainted.

After hearing this, Wei He suddenly raised his head and shouted at Xiongdai, "Old dog bear, where is the poor Qi Nest?" The shout rushed towards Xiongdai like a wave of qi, and there were pale yellow fluctuations in the air wave.

The sudden shout shook the unprepared Xiongdai, and the six soldiers standing beside him shook Chen Dong and disappeared like water vapor. Looking at Xiong Dai again, he laughed for a while, looked at Wei He and said with appreciation, "Wei He, Wei He, you are worthy of being a person who has seen Shaodian, how did you guess?"

"Hmph, Chaos and Han Qi have come to cheer, how could Qi Qi not be there. I'm guessing that most of the troops out there have been wiped out by the Poor Odds, and you're not a hero. Wei He said with a deep face.

"Oh, yes, I guessed it right. When he first came, the master said that he was hungry, and of course he had to make a big meal. Xiong Dai looked at the anger on Wei He's face and was very happy. Then he asked, "I think I already have a seventy percent level of my master in illusion, how do you see it?"

"When you attack Ding Cong, you should not be isolated from the world. You know, the poor wizards don't care about that. And don't forget, although your master's illusion is unparalleled, but after all, a fierce beast is a fierce beast, how can he use the power of forbidden? Although Wei He was not interested in this fake male wear, he still patiently explained. "And the way you came in just now was to break the wall, why don't you want to think that such a violent method can't be done by cultivators of a little level, let alone these soldiers who are majoring in martial arts. Besides, the materials they brought were all sorted out by me personally, and they only had the means to restrict the cultivators, but they didn't have the ability to break them. ”

Wei He hugged his shoulders and looked at the fake male in front of him very comfortably. Ding Cong listened to their conversation, and his brain kept buzzing, what the hell are they talking about? looked at Weichen again, and found that he had finally stopped injecting soul power, and Xiaoqi was not as bright as last time, but more and more profound. Just suspended in the palm of Weichen, unfurled without wind, and embroidered with an extremely simple mountain character on the flag.

At this time, Weichen smiled at Ding Cong, but there was no smile on his pale face. Then Weichen nodded at Wei He.

As the illusion in the hall dissipated, the atmosphere became more eerie. Chaos was still standing on the ruins, Lao Li was still standing not far behind Wei He, and Fake Xiong Dai was still standing on a collapsed wall opposite Wei He. On both sides of Wei He, Weichen Ding Cong is on the left, Shen Ke Ren Sheng Di Xiuxiu is on the right, and Yu Leqi is held in Ren Sheng's arms.

No one spoke, everyone waited.

Chaos, false males are worn in the middle of the Han and the poor.

Lao Li is waiting for the opportunity to escape.

Wei He was waiting for time.

Twelve!