After purchasing enough daily items, the Wu clan clone walked straight to the Wanhualou branch, and in less than half an hour, he came to the door of the Ximo branch. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Wu clone stood outside the door of the Wanhua Tower, glanced up and glanced up, and then observed the monks coming in and out for a while.

There is not much difference between this place and a few years ago, when Luan Tian himself came here, if the biggest difference is that the monks who enter and leave here at this time are mostly witch clans.

After observing a few hundred breaths, the Wu clan clone had a judgment in his heart, and he took a big stride and walked into the hall on the first floor of the Wanhua Building.

Murto was directing a group of men, busy carrying something, and when he looked up at the Witch clone, a trace of surprise appeared on his face that was difficult to hide.

After a full dozen breaths of surprise, Murto's face was full of smiles, and he quickly stepped up to meet him, and bowed with his fists in the distance.

"Elder Yi, why are you here, the small ones are far away, they are far away..."

"Well, take me to see you Jiang Linglou."

The Witch clone held his hands in his hands, his face was indifferent, his eyes shining red, and he was always staring into Motor's eyes.

"Elder Yi・・・Sorry・・・Jiang・・Jiang Linglou・・No・・No・No..."

Murto never dared to raise his head, let alone make eye contact with the eyes of the Wu clone, and his forced calm voice trembled a little.

"Take me to her!!"

Before Murto could finish speaking, the mouth of the Wu clone suddenly let out a broken drink, which was full of breath, and the entire hall "buzzed".

This sound made the cultivators who were handing over the task in the hall, as well as the guys from Wanhualou, their bodies involuntarily tremble, and they all turned their heads and looked over here.

Naturally, they didn't know what was going on, and the Terran monks among them quietly began to withdraw from Wanhua Tower.

And those Wu monks, after seeing the identity of the Wu clan clone, all had arrogant looks on their faces, and they all stared at this side with interest with a look like watching a play.

After hearing the Wu clone's drinking, Moto's body trembled even more, almost trembling.

This was not only caused by the Wu clan's clone's snort, but more importantly, in such a short distance, the Wu clan clone, who cultivated to a much higher than him, easily obtained the wish power on his body.

"Okay, okay, okay... Elder Yiki, please come with the little one..."

As he spoke, he kept his head bowed, his eyes flickered, and his movements were a little slow, but after all, he slowly walked to the backyard with the Wu clone.

The Wu clone followed Murto all the way to the courtyard in the backyard, and Murto took the Wu clone around and walked straight to a bungalow on the far left, and stood still.

The courtyard where this bungalow is located is overgrown with weeds more than one person tall, and it has obviously been barren for a long time, and in front of the door of the bungalow, there are still two Wanhualou disciples standing.

"Ink tube cabinet, okay."

The two Wanhualou disciples obviously didn't know the Wu clone, and the Wu clone didn't know them, and the two of them clenched their fists at Moto in unison, but their expressions were not so respectful.

"Open the door."

Murto glanced at the two of them and whispered in a calm tone.

"This..."

A Wanhualou disciple standing on the left turned his head to look at the one standing on the right, it seemed that he was the little leader of the two, but the look on the right was a little hesitant.

"Didn't you hear the instructions of the inkpipe cabinet! Don't hurry up and open the door!! ”

The anger in the Wu clan's body and mind is already a little irrepressible, even two disciples can do this, which shows what the situation of the West Desert Branch Building is now.

"This..."

The little leader on the right, after hearing the Wu clan's clone's drinking, although his body trembled uncontrollably a few times, his face was still full of hesitation.

Moreover, after glancing at the witch clone, his gaze did not look at Metor, but swept his gaze to the gate of the courtyard on the left.

Click! Click!

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, suddenly, in front of everyone, a red light flashed, and then two crisp sounds of bones being cut off came out.

Seeing the right hand of the witch clone, with a lightning stroke in front of him, Murto only felt that an unrecognizable red lightning flashed in front of his eyes.

Immediately, he saw the two Wanhualou disciples in front of him, their expressions did not change at all, but they were obviously frozen in place.

After a few breaths, a deep knife mark opened on the chest of the two people, and this knife mark spread rapidly, along the front chest of the two people, from the upper left to the lower right.

Suddenly, blood spurted out of the knife marks, and at the same time as the blood gushed, the upper body of the two people was crooked and fell to the ground at the same time, and the lower body, after a few breaths, fell to the ground "poof".

"What a fast knife!"

Moto's body involuntarily trembled again, his heart seemed to be suddenly grabbed by something, and his eyes appeared with extreme panic.

"Bang dang!"

Without waiting for Moto to make a move, the Wu clone waved his hand, and the wooden door in front of the two, along with the prohibition on it, was wiped away by him, and the sawdust flew and the wooden door shattered.

The Witch clone stepped into the house, followed closely by Meto, and as the two entered the bungalow, the dust on the ground flew up.

The room was dark, and a figure dressed in black was sitting on the ground with his back to the wooden door, and the stone walls around him were covered with cobwebs.

"Snow Cold!"

After hearing the shouts of the Wu clan clone, Jiang Xuehan's body trembled, but he didn't look back or stand up.

The Wu clone spread out his divine sense and wish power, slowly approached her side, stretched out his hand and placed his palm on his heavenly spirit cover, and the majestic mana was continuously transmitted to her body.

After dozens of breaths, Jiang Xuehan let out a "sigh" in her mouth, and slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were full of exhaustion, her face was extremely pale, and after slowly raising her head and glancing at the Wu clan clone, she closed her eyes again.

The Wu clan clone was unable to enter the Qiankun Ring, so he had to wave his hand, take out some pills and herbs he had just purchased, and stuff them into Jiang Xuehan's mouth.

At this moment, I only heard a noisy footstep outside the door, and an arrogant shout, which came in immediately:

"Where did the madman come from, he dared to pretend to be my elder of Wanhualou, come to the West Desert Branch to make trouble, and live impatiently!!"

"It's Blizzard!!"

The Wu clone heard the sound of the blizzard, and the moment he heard the explosion, the blood blade was immediately held in his hand, and his figure flashed and floated towards the door of the room.

Just when the figure of the Wu clan clone just floated to the door of the room, the figure outside the room flashed, and the figures of more than a dozen monks also appeared at the same time, at the door of the room...