Jinyifang is used to being rampant and domineering, and everyone is afraid of it in this Immortal City Seventeen, but there are still places that need to be taken into account, such as the Xianwei Camp, such as the Teahouse of the Painting Boat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Zizhi of the Xianwei Camp has a heavy army in his hands and is strong, so it doesn't matter who is whose son or whose son, as long as it is committed in his hands, there is only one ending - death.

Jin Yifang was afraid of him, and even when they met on the road, they had to hurriedly retreat.

To this end...... The name Xianwei Camp has a beautiful apricot candy, let alone a kiss to Fangze, he hasn't even been able to see it.

The painting boat teahouse is too strong in its own power and strength, so strong that no one dares to provoke it in the entire Immortal City Seventeen, and Jin Yifang doesn't want to find death, so he dies of Lu Qingmiao, who can seduce all his desires and desires.

The heart is dead, the mind is still there, and now ...... It's time for this thought to become real.

Jin Yifang came, to be precise, the first thing he did when he returned to Xiancheng Seventeen was to kill the painting boat teahouse, he was afraid that Lu Qingmiao, a big beauty, would escape.

When the Golden Wing Fang came back, the formation was not small, four fifth-order spirit beasts pulled the cart, twenty beautiful women on the left and one on the right, and two teams of twenty guards in front of and behind each other.

These were not the main points, the focus was on the few entourages riding fifth-order war beasts that followed behind the team.

Those are all masters in the middle stage of the realm of returning to the realm of meaning at the lowest, and at least the early stage of the realm of transformation at the highest!

The group was not a mighty group, but it was absolutely shocking to the front of the painting boat teahouse. Kneel and beg for a hundred eyes to sing

The chief of the teahouse stood at the door, and when he saw these people, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Everyone!" the chief didn't care about wiping sweat, piled up a smile, and said apologetically: "The teahouse is closed today, please forgive me." ”

Why did the Golden Wing Fang come here, how could the big boss not know the reason? But this matter is not easy to do, it is impossible for Lu Qingmiao to come from the Golden Wing Fang, and it is impossible to give up when the team of the Golden Wing Fang is here.

The voice of the Golden Wing Fang's displeasure came: "Closed? As soon as my Golden Wing Fang comes, you will close down? Do you want to give me the face of the Golden Wing Fang?"

Face matches strength, Jin Yifang's strength is actually not high, but it can't withstand the horror of the forces standing behind him!

Therefore, knowing that the people from the Golden Wing Fang were not good, and knowing that those guards and those entourages were from that group, the guards of Xiancheng had to let them into the city.

It's not that I don't want to stop it, it's that I can't stop it, and then I don't dare to stop it!

The big boss didn't know the bottom of his heart, but he could only smile and say: "Young Master Jin, the rabbit cubs in this teahouse either have something to leave, or they are sick and go home, no one is available, it ...... It can't do business!"

Jin Yifang was slightly stunned, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! It seems that you people in the Teahouse are just like this, and they were actually afraid of me and escaped in advance...... Good escape!"

Suddenly, the ground was cold, and Jin Yifang's voice was slightly anxious: "Lu Qingmiao, won't she also take leave or go home?"

The chief executive shook his head and said: "The shopkeeper is the shopkeeper, how can she tell her family, and this teahouse is her home, where will she go back?"

Jin Yifang was a little relieved, if Lu Qingmiao really took leave or went home, wouldn't he just run away in vain? and running in vain was still secondary, and it was serious that he didn't get her in the future.

Looking at the main officer, Jin Yifang smiled and said, "Then call your shopkeeper out." ”

The chief said with a wry smile: "Young Master Jin, the shopkeeper's ...... He's not here!"

Jin Yifang's expression was cold, did he still escape?

In order to confirm this, Jin Yifang waved his hand and said, "Go in and look for it, dig three feet into the ground to find it!"

The teahouse is not a teahouse in the mortal world, digging three feet into the ground, digging ten feet into the ground, people really want to hide, in the realm of those guards, it is impossible to find out.

"I'll do it. ”

A voice came from the back of the team, it was Yue Jing.

The Great Master knew Yue Jing, but at this time, Yue Jing still knew him? The strength of the Great Perfection of the Realm of Return, this kind of strength, even in this immortal city, is a top-notch existence.

The strength of the chief is also uncertain, but it is also much lower than Yue Jing, he doesn't have the courage to stop it, and he doesn't even dare to move, as if he moves his fingers, his life will be gone.

He didn't move, someone moved, it was a wooden man, he stopped in front of Yue Jing, didn't say a word, only exuded a cold aura like ten thousand years of ice.

"Oh?" Yue Jing stopped, looking curious: "You are the master of this painting boat teahouse?"

The Mu Ne man opened his mouth and spat out the words, word by word: "The shopkeeper confesses, during the closure period, the person who enters will die." ”

The monstrous killing intent of each word is connected and overlapped, which is really terrifying, even if the Golden Wing Fang has seen the horror of the forces behind Yue Jing, he is afraid that the Mu Ne man will make a move.

It's not that he was afraid that Yue Jing and the others wouldn't be able to defeat him, but that he was afraid that the Mu Ne man would get Lu Qingmiao's order and take the opportunity to slaughter him.

Jin Yifang is about to sit on the throne of the city lord of Xiancheng, but he doesn't want to die.

After a turn of thought, Jin Yifang said: "It's just that there is no one to wait, it just so happens that I have maids here, and they will wait for them when the time comes." ”

Is the Golden Wing Fang retreating? Or is it advancing by retreating? Not at all! He is cunning to attract the attention of the wooden man!

For this reason, Jin Yifang said: "Come on, you follow the main master to go in and prepare, today I will charter this painting boat teahouse." ”

Listening to his order, eighteen of the twenty beautiful women were separated, and they all turned around and saluted to the Golden Wing Fang Yingying, and then respectfully said, "Yes." Then he turned back and walked towards the teahouse.

The strength of these beautiful women is not low, most of them are the strength of the condensation realm, relatively speaking, the strength is not very high, but there is a certain mystery between them walking.

As for what kind of mystery...... The Mu Ne man didn't have time to investigate, because just when he was involuntarily attracted by this mystery, Yue Jing moved.

Without whistling, without a sound, Yue Jing came behind the man and slapped it with a palm.

The Mu Ne man was not slow to react, and the junior was cold, and a layer of cold ice condensed, and it was covered with sharp ice picks.

It is impossible for an ordinary ice pick to hurt a master of Yue Jing's level, but can the ice pick on the ice that can be used by the Mu Ne man at this moment be ordinary?

"Twilight Spring Ice!" Yue Jing's face also changed, it was a change caused by surprise, but other than that, there was not much shock.

On the contrary, the Mu Ne man was horrified, because Yue Jing's palm did not stop and stopped, and it slapped steadily on the ice pick, and then ...... The ice pick actually failed to pierce his palm, and on the contrary, by this beat, the bottom of the upside-down cone broke through the cold ice, and hit the back of the wooden man.

"Snort!"

When the man heard the sound of flesh breaking in his back, his face turned blue, not angry, not angry, but cold.