"This person is so suspicious, and I haven't heard you talk about it?!" The blood bow was even more angry.

"This person used to run rampant for a while, but like the woman in Xuanyi, he disappeared for a month, and we all thought that he was a passerby after all, robbed some things and left......" Wan Jitian swallowed his saliva with difficulty, "I didn't know until today that he appeared again, injured many of our disciples, and claimed to charge a protection fee of five drops of clear liquid." I learned this just now, after you entered the room with the dancing girl......"

"That's him! Ask the store, has there been any whereabouts of Zhu Conglou in the Ethereal Hotel! Chuan Xuegong drank heavily.

Without waiting for the store to hear the news, several people have rushed to all levels of customers and searched one by one.

The room where Bai Luyuan lived was naturally kicked out quickly. "Look, there's a word!" Xu Li shouted.

A red-robed figure lifted him directly and floated forward.

"Meng'en ditch, ten drops of liquid substitution", on the desktop, a line of small print. It doesn't look like a sword carving, but it has a little burn mark.

"This person must be practicing a kind of fire attribute exercise, and he can burn words on the table with his fingers. My water attribute is just right to restrain the other party, and I have dispatched a few elders from the Flying Waterfall to bring me magic weapons with water and ice effects. At that time, all the magic weapons will cooperate with me, and I won't see if he will extinguish this evil fire! "Sichuan Blood Bow judged wisely.

"But it seems to be ......" Xu Li thought of a question, could it be that it was not the Confucian businessman Zhu Conglou who kidnapped Sichuan Qianzhou, but someone else? Because he clearly remembered that Zhu Conglou was not a fire attribute at all, on the contrary, that day, under the ancient bridge, the master Liusongzi was frozen into an ice sculpture by Zhu Conglou with a terrible cold ice that he had never seen and heard of, and he still has palpitations when he thinks about it.

"Huh?" Seeing that Xu Li seemed to want to doubt his wise reasoning, Chuan Xuegong was immediately displeased, and the blood-red gaze in his eyes was enough to kill Xu Li a hundred times.

Xu Li was immediately silent, not daring to say anything more.

Soon, several elders of Feiliu Waterfall and Yingfeng Village went out together, following behind the Sichuan Blood Bow, even the owner of Feiliu Waterfall did not dare to be careless, and followed in the team, the group was menacing, and it was spectacular.

Even the Black Water Hall sent a master to come. It's just that Heishui Hall Yin Weng Hei Yu died more than half a year ago, and the hall master Hei Jiuyuan was also seriously injured by Yun Xiaojiang, and he didn't show up for more than half a year, so he naturally didn't appear in person.

In the gray light of Meng'en Ditch, nearly half of the elite luxury teams of Yingfeng Village and Feiliu Waterfall were concentrated and marched among the vines and vines.

They certainly weren't walking blindly through the great Grace Gully. After walking for a while, the Sichuan Blood Bow would stop and use his divine sense to probe the surrounding area to see if there were any higher-level Ming Qi fluctuations. However, what puzzled them was that not to mention Fengyun Cultivation and Fuyao Cultivation, not even the breath of Flood Cultivation appeared. Even, a character like Mizuki Xiu, who is not of the highest grade, and any one of them can strangle like an ant, has never been discovered.

"Strange, is it that I am teased by Lao Tzu, but no one came?" Chuan Xuegong was puzzled.

"Won't it?" Chuan Xuegong frowned to himself. What is very funny and ironic is that he finally caught the fluctuation of the Ming Qi in the near distance, but the fluctuation was too weak, so weak that it was not even the qualification of an ant in front of him - it was actually the breath of a little Qianmo Xiu!

This kind of character who hasn't even touched the door of martial arts, even if he wants to enter the Kawayama Cape to be a lowest-level disciple, the Kawayama Cape may not be accepted, how can he tie up the Chuan Qianzhou, and how can he deal with any of these elites?

However, in the end, the Sichuan Blood Bow is an old man, and he is not despised because of this. On the contrary, he gave birth to an intuition that there must be a demon when things go wrong, and the small Qianmo Xiu who appeared nearby, there must be something elusive for ordinary people, and he must be regarded as a great enemy and be cautious about it!

"I've locked the location of the person." The Sichuan Blood Bow now not only used his divine sense to detect the other party's breath, but also stared into the distance, and found a bamboo-blue figure lying on a rock hidden by weeds. Maybe it was because I had waited too long for them to arrive, and I actually fell asleep there!

Seeing the bamboo-colored figure, the Sichuan Blood Bow was even more sure that it was Zhu Conglou. Because at that time, I heard from Wan Jitian's mouth that Zhu Conglou, who violently beat the disciples of various tribes and forcibly collected protection money, was wearing a bamboo green robe.

Since the other party actually fell asleep so impatiently, there was a better way to deal with it. Although the Sichuan Blood Bow is not afraid of any Confucian businessman Zhu Conglou, since he can avoid hard contact and adopt a tricky method, then of course it is better to take a trick.

"Waterfall Lord, Elder Wan, can you bring a magic weapon with an icy cold effect according to my request, it is best to come over in a formation?" Chuan Xuegong asked.

"It's all there. There is a "Thousand Mountains and Snow Flying" formation, which combines flying streams and snow, but the operation requirements are relatively high, but fortunately, today we are all elder-level strength elites, and it is no problem to join forces to control! Although Fei Duanhong was a little unhappy with the tone of the Sichuan Blood Bow, after all, it was his disciple Xu Li who was instructed by him to arrange the maid Jinling, and now that Chuan Qianzhou was lost, they should be the first to take responsibility, as soon as he thought of the ruthlessness and cruelty of the Lord of the Sichuan Mountain Cape, he was terrified, and he couldn't care so much, so he immediately took out a white scroll like a treasure.

"That's good. You're here to guide the formation! "Sichuan blood bow will be arranged.

"Hello, elders! Elder Wan, east corner. Fei Duanhong pointed in one direction.

The positions of the elders were arranged one by one, and the two of Fei Xuanhong and Sichuan Blood Bow walked to the middle of the formation, as the eyes of the entire formation, and the two strongest masters were in charge, and they really looked down on Bai Luyuan.

Fei Duanhong threw the white scroll into the air, and when it fell again, it was not a scroll, but a fluttering snowflake, falling down one after another.

For a moment, the vine-entangled Meng'en ditch ash added white, as if a cold winter had suddenly arrived. Such a scene is really rare in Meng'en Gully.

Not only the snow flew in the sky, but also gurgling water appeared in the ravines and ravines on the ground for no reason, and the sound of flowing water and snowflakes were intertwined, bringing Meng'en Gully into the mysterious realm in an instant. As if in the blink of an eye, this is no longer Meng'en Gully, but another world.

"Don't you wake up yet? Find your own death, no wonder! Sichuan Blood Bow whispered. As the snowflakes grew heavier, even their own people began to feel cold, and some of the elders even shivered. However, the formation was initiated and arranged by them, and naturally the main snowflakes and cold air did not float towards them, but gathered towards the bamboo-blue figure like eyes. They are just affected by the overall cooling, at most a little uncomfortable, and they can still bear it.