Fang Xie couldn't help but feel like his heart was beating faster when he looked at the strange picture in front of him, and he felt as if he was in a pause screen on TV. It's hard to put into words how powerful it is, especially since he's not a spectator, not an unrelated spectator.

The more than 100 elite border soldiers in the lobby on the first floor had different levels of cultivation, but none of them could break free from the stillness, and they were placed there like sculptures. Fang Jie even had the illusion that if someone pressed the pause button again now, when the picture resumed, would all these frozen people fall down and become debris on the ground.

Not only the border army, but also the guys from Keshengju, Mr. Bookkeeper, and other guests, including Wang Ding and others on the second floor.

The weirdest thing is that stillness and movement are fused together, and only people are fixed.

The heat in the teapot was still bubbling Tingting, and Mo Xidao's tattered clothes were still fluttering.

When Fang Xie looked at Mo Xidao, he found that this fierce man seemed to be struggling. His naked upper body muscles were faintly bounced, and there was a sense of refusal to admit defeat in his eyes. But there is no doubt that he could not break free from this bondage.

Draw the ground as a dungeon

Fang Xie remembered these four words deeply in his heart.

When he was chatting with the old lame man, the old lame man once mentioned these four words. At that time, Fang Xie thought that this was just the old lame's description of that state of life, and he didn't guess that anyone could actually achieve such a god-defying cultivation. It is precisely because Fang Jie's memory is excellent that he has not forgotten the origin of these four words.

Zhuo Buyi

In the bronze wall and iron wall, the understanding is to draw the ground as a prison.

And when Fang Xie was still in shock, he was filled with another shock. The stillness of Kesheng Curie is not absolute, the steam is rising, and the remnants of the clothes are fluttering...... There was also a man who pushed open the door of a room and walked out slowly, walking with his hands in his hands, looking at ease.

This person can move freely in Zhuo Buyi's painting prison!

When he saw this person, Fang Jie's pupils suddenly narrowed.

This person was wearing an ordinary brocade robe, and there were no very luxurious and expensive ornaments on him. It's simple, but it's graceful and generous. He walked to the railing on the second floor, held on to the railing and looked down, and then shook his head very slowly, as if he was muttering something to himself.

Fang Xie didn't hear it, but he noticed that the man's eyes suddenly looked towards him. There was also shock and incredulity in that look. It was as if he saw that person could ignore Zhuo Buyi's painting as a prison, and it seemed that there was something surprising about Fang Jie's body.

Yes

Because Fang Xie stood very straight.

Everyone was frozen in the same posture as they were at that time, and it was strange.

But Fang Xie stood very straight, his hands still trembling slightly.

When the man looked at him with an incredulous gaze, Fang Xie was suddenly startled...... Because he suddenly found that it was not only the person who was watching from the railing upstairs who could still move around in this room, but there was another person who didn't seem to be completely frozen...... That's himself.

"Come up"

Fang Xie heard the brocade-clothed man on the second floor say two words to himself, and then beckoned.

Fang Xie took a deep breath, and his heart was almost unbearable. He tried to move his legs forward, but found that his legs seemed to be filled with a thousand pounds of weight, and it was too heavy to move. It's hard, but it's not absolutely impossible. He gritted his teeth and struggled to lift his foot, which was barely an inch off the ground, but it was undoubtedly impressive enough. No one knows how deep Mo Xidao's cultivation is, at least it is much higher than Fang Jie, at least much higher than most of the people in this room, but he can't break free.

Fang Xie only moved one step, already sweating.

The man on the second floor looked at him, the shock and incredulity in his eyes gradually replaced by curiosity and appreciation. He really didn't expect that this little person, who he didn't bother to pay attention to at all, could bring so many surprises. Because of this inconspicuous little person, he brought down Yu Donglai, the secretary of the military department. Because of this little person, he controls Luo Yao's only son, Luo Wen, and may even reach some kind of agreement with Luo Yao.

And today, this little man surprised him again.

Hou Wenji looked at the young man who had moved a step with difficulty, but his heart was actually even more uncalm than his face. He looked at the young man, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose slightly.

He beckoned, and the other party explained.

He really wanted to see if this young man could do this. Although Zhuo Buyi's painting is a prison is not fully exerted, but even at this level, there are not many people in the entire Chang'an City who can get out of trouble, and what is it that is breaking free from Zhuo Buyi's shackles to solve such a waste that cannot be cultivated?

"Originally, today's incident became a lot more boring because of Buyi's shot, but I didn't expect you to give me such a big surprise...... Little one, do you have any secrets hidden in your body? It seems that today's harvest is not only a small Luo general, but also a future Xiao Fang general? ”

Hou Wenji muttered to himself in a very low voice, and the curiosity in his eyes became more and more intense.

At the same time, at the corner of the street far away, Zhuo Buyi, who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at Keshengju.

"Interesting ......"

He couldn't help but smile, sighed slightly, and said, "It turns out that we all looked away. ”

The old lame man sat in the backyard of the red-sleeved move, looking at the dead tree that was interrupted by Fang Xie that day. I don't know if I'm recalling anything, or if I'm not thinking about anything. Sitting bored like this, his hand to get the wine gourd suddenly stiffened, and he couldn't help but look up somewhere in the distance.

Draw the ground as a dungeon?

He muttered four words, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

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……

Keshengju has always been lively, but it has never been as lively as it is today. When Zhuo Buyi came out of the carriage, the three hundred flying fish robes arranged outside the guest residence immediately moved. Divine Eye Liu Duxiu took a whole group of guards and sealed both ends of the street in an instant, and the rest of the people poured into the gate of Keshengju.

At the moment when Liu Duxiu led people into the door, Fang Xie took four steps.

The distance of these four steps is worse than the usual two steps.

But he was already sweating.

Fang Xie glanced back at the flying fish-robed guards who poured into the guest residence like a tide, and then looked at the brocade-clothed man on the second floor who was holding on to the railing and looking down at him.

The flying fish-robed guard who rushed into the guest residence first shouted at everyone to stop moving, and then he realized how stupid he was.

Liu Duxiu entered the door and only saw a person moving. So he planned to restrain the young man in the border army uniform, but before he could make a move, he saw the appeasement envoy on the second floor shaking his head slightly to himself. So he went back and commanded not to act rashly.

Fang Xie wanted to give up, but these four steps almost exhausted his strength.

But I don't know why, he has a strong will in his heart that he is unwilling to be bound. This will even blurred his mind a little, and then ...... His eyes grew red.

Since he killed many mistress killers who were ambushed on the side of the road on the way to the imperial capital, he has not changed like this in the past few days. Even he himself had forgotten the feeling of madness, so that he sometimes thought in retrospect that it was nothing more than anger rushing into his heart, so that he went a little mad.

But today, the crimson eyes reappeared.

When his eyes turned completely red, Fang Jie's body slowly straightened, he didn't know or feel, the muscles on his body became as hard as a rock at this moment. He took a big step forward, and when his feet stepped on the green bricks, there was a soft click, and the hard green bricks were cracked by him in many fine cracks.

The red-eyed Fang Xie is like a brute bull, walking step by step in the prison of drawing the ground. He bypassed the flanked soldiers and walked up the stairs. The pace is not fast, but every step seems solid and heavy. When he walked up to the second floor, Hou Wenji, who was looking at him, even had an urge to applaud!

And on the roof of the Jinkezhai building opposite the guest residence, the old lame man hidden behind the ridge of the house had a straight look in his eyes. He couldn't see Fang Jie's appearance clearly, but he felt the fighting spirit of Fang Xie who was unwilling to give in. And this fighting spirit seems to be becoming more and more violent and uneasy.

The old lame man looked at the other side, his face solemn.

Walking to the door of Keshengju, Zhuo Buyi couldn't help but glance back at the roof of Jin Kezhai. But he didn't say anything, only paused for a moment and walked briskly into the door of Keshengju. When he entered, Fang Xie was already standing on the second floor. And this red-eyed young man chose to continue after a slight pause in his steps.

Just when everyone thought that he would finally walk to the brocade-clothed man, Fang Jie's footsteps stopped again.

His eyes stayed on Mo Xidao's body, and then he slowly stretched out his hand and took down the arm that was still stuck in Wang Ding's throat, the movement was very slow, no one could reach it, and the arm in the sleeve of Fang Jie's clothes had already taken on a strange light red. It was as if blood was tumbling beneath his skin, ready to burst through his skin and gush out.

Hou Wenji was stunned, and Zhuo Buyi was shocked.

At this time, what the young man wanted was to stop Mo Xidao from impulsively killing people?

In the next second, Zhuo Buyi had already reached the second floor, stretched out his hand to stop in front of Fang Jie, and Fang Jie's attention was attracted by him, and his red eyes slowly turned to stare at Zhuo Buyi's face.

He let go of the hand holding Mo Xidao's arm, and suddenly smashed his fist into Zhuo Buyi's door for no reason!

Hou Wenji's eyes lit up, and Zhuo Buyi's figure flashed.

Zhuo Buyi stretched out his hand and took it on Fang Jie's arm, Fang Jie's punch was deflected, and it hit a pillar heavily, and with a bang, the hard pine pillar was directly swept away by this punch, and the thick pillar was as if it had been bitten by some monster, and a large piece was missing.

Between the sawdust, Zhuo Buyi raised his hand and clicked eighteen times on Fang Jie's chest.

The action is incredible, eighteen strokes are like only one shot.

……

……

Fang Jie's body really can't move anymore this time, if Zhuo Buyi uses his mind to draw a prison under the Keshengju cloth, then this time he made a move, it is really a very small painting ground on Fang Jie's body, at least compared with the painting of the ground as a prison that controls all the border troops, this means of only targeting Fang Xie itself seems to be really small, but the effect is stronger.

The old lame man hiding behind the roof opposite the guest house looked relieved, and his figure disappeared.

And just as he had only walked for a moment, an old man in a light blue brocade robe appeared where the old cripple had just stayed. The old man looked to be about fifty years old, his body was as straight as a javelin, and there was a cold and arrogant aura all over his body. He stopped on the ridge of the roof and frowned slightly, looked around, and couldn't help but sigh with some regret.

"You robbed that woman in my hands that night, why don't you dare to face me again today?"

The old man whispered to himself, and then looked at the guest residence opposite.

Hou Wen glanced at Zhuo Buyi with great interest, then smiled and said, "You seem to care a little too much about this young man. ”

"You seem to be a lot more interested in this young man."

Zhuo Buyi replied lightly, but his eyes kept staring at Fang Jie's red eyes. The fixed Fang Xie was still struggling instinctively, but he couldn't break free. At this moment, he suddenly wailed, the red in his eyes receded like a tide, and his body twitched uncontrollably a few times.

Zhuo Buyi took out his hand to untie the painting on his body, and Fang Jie's body immediately fell softly. The boy's face was as white as snow, and he screamed and convulsed violently. He rolled back and forth clutching his lower abdomen, and after a few moments, he collapsed.

Zhuo Buyi squatted down, looked at Fang Xie and then frowned.

He snapped his fingers, and after a crisp snap, the stillness in the room suddenly unraveled, and the sound of plopping sounded one after another, and I don't know how many people lost their center of gravity and fell to the ground. It's just that it didn't fall into pieces as Fang Xie imagined.

In the chaos, Wang Ding didn't have time to stabilize his body, and suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and he raised his hand to slap his face, and with a bang, Wang Ding's body flew straight out like a cannonball, and crashed into a table in the lobby on the first floor of Keshengju, and instantly smashed the table in all directions.

Just when everyone was startled, a loud shout suddenly came from the street outside.

"Your Majesty has arrived!"

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