When the morning comes, the sun does not hesitate to sprinkle the temperature and light on the city walls of Chuzhou, between the roads, and on the roofs, indicating the arrival of a new day. The city gate, which was not www.biquge.info tall, gradually opened, and the city gate guard, who had not fully woken up, slowly pushed open the city gate, and then woke up in an instant.

What a handsome man!

The soldier was pushed by the comrade behind him before he came back to his senses, and then he had to push his comrade again, because this brother was the same as him before, looking at the white-clothed fairy at the door in a trance.

The white-clothed fairy slowly walked into the city, and the city gate official who had always liked to take sheep by hand actually forgot to deduct some benefits, and just stood in place and wondered if his doll, which was known as a beauty, finally had a man who matched her enough.

Zhang Yun did not change his appearance, did not change his disguise, he was dressed in white and with a jade belt, and entered the city with an umbrella. In the early morning, Chuzhou City is still very quiet, there are no people on the streets, and occasionally birdsong sounds. Zhang Yun knew that his entry into the city at this time was actually quite good for those who were scheming to calculate themselves, without the hindrance of the flow of people, they could easily confirm their entry into the city, and then start exercising their plan.

Of course, choosing this time and choosing to enter the city with such a clear posture is also a very important thing for Zhang Yun. The other party can see himself happily, feel and realize his attitude towards entering the city this time. As long as you can feel it, it means that those opponents will choose to respond, and choosing to respond means change.

As long as there is a change, then it represents an amorphous form. What Zhang Yun needs is an amorphous form, when everything is changing, the ability to adapt will become the primary existence beyond the layout.

Striding forward, Zhang Yun had already heard the movement of chickens and dogs jumping in the inn closest to the city gate, of course, the movement was actually very small, so small that ordinary people couldn't notice it at all.

Zhang Yun smiled slightly, he had thought that there would be an opponent's arrangement near the city gate, and yesterday's observation of the city wall also proved his idea, but he didn't expect that the opponent did not think that he would enter Chuzhou so "openly", but he was caught off guard, causing dozens of people to jump up and down in the inn, for fear that it would be too late to complete the layout that should have been.

Is it true that the inn is tossed like this, and I am not afraid that I will hear it?

Zhang Yun looked up at the sky, his body paused slightly, and a small needle swept through the air half an inch in front of his throat, and then tens of thousands of thin needles flashing with a strange green light in the bright morning sun came silently, like a fine and gentle blanket falling from the sky.

Zhang Yun turned around, raised his eyebrows and smiled. He knew that the first needle just now was to stop himself in place, and this long "knitted" blanket was not a real means of killing, and the hole-punched earth rats under his feet were holding some type of blade in their hands waiting for him to deal with the big blanket.

Inhaling, the air flow around Zhang Yun suddenly swirled, and the thin needles that would have covered a plane suddenly converged, forming a hemispherical shape, all pointing to Zhang Yun's location.

Zhang Yun turned his head to look at the ground, then shrugged his shoulders, took a slight sideways step, and continued to move forward.

The sound of the thin needles entering the ground was small and dense, and when the slight gathering on the ground was raised, it calmed down again because of the tens of thousands of thin needles entering the ground. Perhaps when the number of pedestrians grew and a carriage passed by, it suddenly sank into the wheels and found six dead men covered in blood and flesh covered in the pit below.

Of course, Zhang Yun is still the only one on the road now, and no one will know that there are suddenly six more corpses underground, but the person who sent the needle to test knows that his whereabouts have been exposed.

But why didn't the man on the street do it to himself? The needle maker couldn't understand Zhang Yun's intentions at the moment, but he didn't have the idea of retreating. The task he was given was actually very simple and very cruel. He had to keep trying to kill the man who was walking in Chuzhou City in every inch of his life, at all costs and by any means.

In Suzhou Su family has been a guest for twenty-five years, the embroidery lang has embroidered flowers for twenty-five years, in addition to taking the Su family to do the five poultry opera activities handed down from ancient times every morning, this embroidery lang who has entered the fifty-fifth old age from the thirties really has no extra activities. But it seems that the twenty-five years that have wasted his proficient martial arts have allowed him to embroider a different world.

For example, the means of forming a blanket with 10,000 stitches just now, such as the silent and smooth movement of the eaves as if sliding on the silk surface and the long and short thin needles that keep popping out of the wrist like embroidery.

Each needle is connected to a thread, and the white gum boiled from gold, silver, iron, human hair, and a special shellfish from the tropics of the South China Sea is refined over 200 days and nights in six different conditions, making it soft but full of toughness. Embroidery Lang has always believed that his creation is no less than the "water weaving silk" that the Trick Gate has always been most proud of, and it is called "velvet thread" in its beautiful name.

The glue in the thread ignited when it caught fire, and a huge network of thousands of velvet threads went from invisible to tangible, forming a huge cage during the encirclement of Zhang Yun, who was walking slowly.

The embroidery Lang's face was solemn, and he did not trap the joy of the enemy. Almost as soon as he sent out the 9,800 thin needles with velvet thread in his waist bag, he pulled out the fire fold on the other side of his waist, and the friction of the flint caused the fire fold to ignite as it was drawn.

Jumping forward, the embroiderer leaped from the roof to the ground, and at the same time threw the fire in his hand. The cage of the velvet thread suddenly burst into flames, and the huge noise and the flames that rose to the sky instantly made the quiet morning in Chuzhou "lively".

Embroidery Lang's eyes widened to the limit, covered his head with a piece of raccoon cloth, and pulled out two short swords from his back to shoot straight at the fiercely burning wire cage.

"That's it?" two words drilled out of the burning cage, and then the cage that rested and got out of trouble even if there was a bear and tiger in it suddenly flipped up, and the entire inverted and concave inverted to the embroidery lang who had just pulled out a pair of short swords.

The embroiderer seemed to have been prepared for this, and did not change his course or moves, and the fiercely burning velvet thread wrapped the embroiderer in it, but did not immediately cause him enough damage to affect his movements.

"What a bullshit velvet line, the rumors really can't be believed. Fifteen words floated out of Zhang Yun's mouth, and his tone was indifferent and contemptuous. As he spoke, he pinched the two short swords that Xiuhualang had stabbed out of the countless burning velvet threads, struck them left and right to break the two swords, then rebounded the two broken sword heads, and then pulled the still burning velvet threads outward with a backhand.