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Liu Zhizi walked to their table, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and said to Gu Changyan and Qiu Zhong with a displeased face: "Dao Ye is happy at this time and doesn't want to kill, you guys don't want to get out of the way quickly." ”

Gu Changyan didn't seem to hear it, his eyes looked at the black sword that he had finally stopped on his waist, and his face suddenly became ugly, obviously he recognized how many people's lives were needed to practice this sword.

"Dao Chief, do you want to use me to lure out Fei Ziyan, the young castle master of Feijia Fort, and Wen Sheng, the holy envoy of the Heavenly Dome Palace?" Gu Changqing looked at him indifferently.

"You're smart."

"I wonder what the chief wants to do with them?"

Liu Zhizi pulled out a heavy nasal voice: "You don't need to know, you two, this Daoist has already given you a chance to escape, since you don't know how to grasp it, wait until you get to the underworld to regret it!" ”

As he spoke, he threw two soybeans at random and went away to the two of them.

In the forest, it is this small soybean that makes most of the heroes in the rivers and lakes take it off guard and hate the west, and now they are taking action against this old disease.

The soybean flew towards Gu Changyan and Qiu Zhong's eyebrows with a sound of breaking the air, so fast that Gu Changyan couldn't see any traces.

However, in an instant, a wrinkled big hand firmly grasped the life-seeking soybean in front of Gu Changyan, and the big hand shook it hard, and when it was opened again, there was only a pile of white powder in his hand.

And the other soybean has long since lost its sight to the dust on the ground.

Only then did Liu Zhizi take a serious look at Qiu Zhong.

"Miss, can I leave this fake Taoist priest behind?" Qiu Zhong's cloudy eyes burst out with a hint of anger.

"Since he made a move on Changyan, Uncle Zhong doesn't have to be polite."

Gu Changqing said lightly, never thinking about whether Qiu Zhong had that strength.

Seeing this scene, Liu Qizi immediately laughed angrily.

"Your ignorance will add a little blood to this pale winter day."

Liu Zhizi strode towards Qiu Zhong with a black sword.

The black sword was surrounded by a dark red glow, and with the naked eye, it always felt like a gloomy aura was rushing towards him, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"Blood-Drinking Sword? With the blood of 30,000 people, you are really unrelievably hateful. “

A black mang**** came, and Gu Changyan's cheeks were stabbed by the fierce wind, and Gu Changqing hurriedly took him away from their battle range.

Qiu Zhong strode forward, his right hand into a fist, and collided with Heimang solidly.

"Bang"

A strong wave of air spread around them, and the tables and chairs closest to the two people in the restaurant burst open.

The diners were suddenly frightened and fled in all directions like birds and beasts, and Gu Changqing protected Gu Changyan and slapped away the rapidly approaching qi wave with one palm.

Liu Zhizi's face remained unchanged, he pinched the trick in his hand, and the blood drinking sword shone brightly, spun in the air, and smashed it directly at Qiu Zhong's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Qiu Zhong's right fist was clenched, his fist became dark red, and there was a metallic texture in the sunlight, which looked very much like a burning red iron fist from a distance.

"Bang"

Liu Zhizi took half a step back, and the light of the crumbling three yin rulers in mid-air dimmed.

At this time, he didn't bother to take back the Sanyin Sword that he usually cherished, but looked at Qiu Zhong with a shocked expression, and then looked at the two Gu Changqing sisters and brothers with a blank face.

"It's ...... Yan Chiyang Fist? What is your relationship with the Hidden Ancient Family? ”

"You don't need to know!"

Qiu Zhong snorted coldly, his red fist was like a meteor, and then smashed into Liu Zhizi.

Liu Zhizi stood in place, with a move of his arm, the three yin rulers returned to his hands again, looking at Qiu Zhong who raised his dazzling red fist and approached at great speed, Liu Zhizi accepted his tricks without any resistance.

"Do you think that if you don't fight back, the old man will show mercy?"

"Are you from a reclusive family?" Liu Zhizi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked Gu Changqing.

"What's the difference between yes and no?" Gu Changqing asked rhetorically.

"You, are you really from the hidden ancient family? ……”

"What Gu family, Uncle Zhong will ...... this" Gu Changqing's pretty face was covered with frost and shouted loudly, when a voice interrupted her words.

"This old Taoist is really noisy, can Uncle Zhong throw him out?" Gu Changyan's clear and tired voice came.

Liu Zhizi's gaze fell on the sick young man who had not been in his eyes since he entered the door, and his gaze changed unpredictably, but there was no trace of cruelty.

Qiu Zhong walked up to Liu Zhizi, grabbed his chest with both hands, grabbed his abdomen with the other and kicked him like this.

I saw an old man with red hands and another old man with a white haired face, walking to the window and throwing him out like garbage.

And the white-haired old man didn't resist at all, his eyes kept looking at the pair of sisters and brothers, and he kept looking in that direction until he was thrown out.

"Sister Changqing, I let go of the people of Tianji Pavilion, don't be angry." Gu Changyan whispered.

Gu Changqing looked up at his younger brother, who was a head taller than him, and was silent for a long time.

"How can I not be angry, but you are my only brother, do I still have to be angry with you?"

"You have your thoughts, it's not that my sister can't guess it, it's just that I can't pass the level in my heart, next time I meet the people in the Tianji Pavilion, I will never let them go as easily as today!"

……

In the garden of a mansion, Wen Sheng sat under a snow-topped pine tree to heal her wounds, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat over time.

"Poof"

Wen Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes opened and shone brightly.

"There are seven or eight internal injuries that have been healed, and as long as the rest is slowly adjusted, it will definitely recover to its peak within two months, or it is impossible to go further."

A hint of coldness hit, Wen Sheng stood up and put on the cloak that was placed aside, looked at the change in the sky and turned to find Wu Huo, rubbing his palms as he walked.

"The cold makes me more focused, but it's also prone to fever."

When I walked out of the garden, I saw Wu Huo coming, and the already familiar face seemed to have a little more heartbeat today.

Wen Sheng unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes became gentle.

"How does your body feel, is the injury serious?"

"Seven or eight percent have recovered, and the rest can be cured as long as they slowly cultivate. Have you already made arrangements here? ”

"Well, since you are in good health, then we can go, if the time is tight, we can get to the Heavenly Dome Palace tonight." Wu Huo said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Sheng suddenly looked forward to the Heavenly Dome Palace that he was about to arrive, and went to the place where he had his own place as a holy envoy.

There is no need to borrow other people's tiles as a guest as usual, although the identity of the holy envoy was stuffed to her by Wu Hui with a different idea, but for his own strength, Wu Hui is definitely a business that makes sure that he does not lose money, and Wen Sheng naturally receives the responsibility and glory that comes with the position of the holy envoy. (To be continued.) )