The land of right and wrong, leave as soon as possible.

Of course Lu Yuan understands this truth.

But how to get out is the question.

"How do you leave?" Lu Yuan looked at Zhao Jing and asked, "The Holy Lord sent me here, where is my duty, how can I leave without permission?" ”

This is where Lu Yuan's distress lies.

Originally, he had a headache Ning Huan, but now that Ning Huan has been solved, he originally thought that he could perform his duties and leave safely, who would have thought that a bomb would suddenly be thrown around him, how could he not make Lu Yuan panic and angry.

He also knew that this was a place of right and wrong, and he should leave as soon as possible.

But how to leave? He was sent by a saint, and he was not fulfilled in his duties, so how could he leave?

"Of course it's troublesome." Zhao Jing looked at Lu Yuan and smiled: "But what, it's not that troublesome." ”

"Lord Lu is here for the hive, for the Luo Sect, and now the Luo Sect Elder Ning Huan is the head, this is already a great merit, as for the Hive side, as long as the conditions of cooperation are negotiated, the Hive makes concessions, and the adults make meritorious deeds, they can naturally return triumphantly, just wait for the reward for meritorious deeds."

"And don't wait until the imperial court sends someone down to deal with the matter of Qingyun Dao and the wine monk, at that time, it will be the yellow mud that will drop the crotch of his pants, and it will be not but."

Lu Yuan was silent.

That's what he's most afraid of.

Because the news of the death of Qingyun Dao and the wine monk was artificially delayed for twenty days before it fermented and spread, the prisoner who should have run away must have run away, and the evidence that should have been erased must have been erased.

I was in Los Angeles, and I was almost here when the two Dongchang Qianhu died, it must be my responsibility, and besides, this is the person from Dongchang, and I will definitely use myself as a Jinyi guard to spread anger.

And really, it is very likely that Yuan Chong, the eunuch of the Dongchang palm print, will personally arrive in Los Angeles, and at that time, he may really want to set off a bloody storm in Los Angeles.

So he was silent for a moment, and finally looked at Zhao Jing and spoke.

"Please sir help me."

……

……

Zhao Jing didn't save Lu Yuan didn't know, in short, in the Xiao Soul Inn, Fang Bei's right hand was still wrapped like a zongzi.

Although he received the most timely treatment, the teenager still had no way to recover for the time being.

The residual poison in the right hand has not been cleared, but it has only temporarily restrained the spread, and then it is a long time of water grinding, pulling out poison and changing medicines, and exercising power to regulate pranayama and force poison.

It can only be said that the three or five divine skills are indeed exquisite, otherwise Fang Bei would not have lasted so long, let alone save his life in that compound poison.

In front of Fang Bei, a snow-white pigeon was falling, and then it was held by He Ping in his hand.

"Sister Ping, you're a bit of a waste." Fang Bei lay on the bed and watched the woman in green clothes remove the brass pipe from the pigeon, and then skillfully sprinkle a handful of grain.

"What's the waste?" He Ping looked back at Fang Bei: "If you let me shoot from the beginning, I won't be hurt like this." ”

"Cut." Fang Bei cut off: "That's Ning Huan, okay, I'll kill a Ning Huan with half a hand, is it a shame?" ”

"It's Sister Ping, you made a move." Fang Bei said this, his voice paused: "I believe you can kill Ning Huan, and then what?" ”

Fang Bei said and shook his right hand wrapped into zongzi: "You only pay this?" ”

"Ning Huan didn't die." He Ping said calmly.

Fang Bei cut off: "I know it too." ”

"But Ning Huan's corpse is still valuable, okay." Fang Bei looked at He Ping, knocked on the wooden box at the head of the bed, and made a somewhat dull sound: "That's the result?" ”

Inside the box is a skull.

Ning Huan's head.

In this world, only Fang Bie and Xue Ling knew that Ning Huan's head was here.

But now only one head remains.

"I'm not sure when he's going to die." He Ping said lightly: "But I know that there is only one head left, and I will definitely not live." ”

"So the rest is gone?" Fang Bei sighed: "Please, that's Ning Huan." ”

"Teacher Ning Huan."

"Heaven and earth are conscripted for Yin and Yang and Ning Huan, who is endowed with great compassion."

"Yes, Ning Huan." He Ping nodded: "But you dare to let him live?" ”

He Ping asked Fang Beidao.

"So I'm going to cut him in two." Fang Bei said confidently.

This was Fangbei's original plan.

Cutting Ning Huan in half, on the one hand, it can be determined that Ning Huan will not be reincarnated, and on the other hand, Ning Huan's corpse is really valuable.

Just like Fang Bei has said many times, this is Ning Huan, who has cultivated the Yin and Yang Great Compassion Fu of Heaven and Earth, and can use his corpse to do a lot of articles and conduct a lot of research.

Of course, Ning Huan who is alive is more valuable, which is why that night, Lu Yuan took the risk to take Ning Huan's corpse.

He Ping has also been identified - Ning Huan was not dead at that time, and if he was taken away, he could really be saved.

Now that Ning Huan only has one head left, he really can't make any waves.

"Not much value." He Ping shook his head and said, "The secret of Great Compassion is not on him. ”

"He's practiced to this extent, and of course he doesn't need to carry cheats with him." Fang Bei shook his head and said: "Or the secret book of Great Compassion Fu was not in his hands originally, at most he finally lent out a copy, and it must have been destroyed after memorizing the whole article." ”

"So you want to practice?" He Ping looked at Fang Bei and asked.

"Yes, of course." Fang Bei nodded, then looked at He Ping, and corrected his statement: "I don't have to practice, because I may not be able to practice, but I really want to see that Ning Huan does have a lot of methods that seem to be powerful in battle." ”

If it weren't for the fact that Ning Huan was dizzy by his continuous twenty-nine swords, he might have more powerful means.

"Were you really sure you would have killed him then?" He Ping asked rhetorically.

"There is no 100 percent certainty in this world itself." Fang Bei said quietly, the young man's right hand wrapped into a zongzi is the best proof.

"At that time, it was the best premise to kill him."

"He had a battle with Shang Jiuge, and in order to kill Shang Jiuge to avoid future troubles, he had almost used the last hole card."

"Then I used the reed name swordsmanship to shoot seven shots in a row, although he said that he could block all seven shots with the bone erosion sword, and I would like to call him Ning Huan the strongest in the world with a sword to sharpen bullets."

"But he was really afraid, turned around and fled, and even left his eldest disciple Ning Tian."

"Next, on the tower of Los Angeles, I Changxiao informed Sister Ping to intercept him outside, and at the same time shot him again while he was gliding in the air, so that he had no way to continue to escape, and could only fight me head-on."

"At that time, Ning Huan was only eighty percent of his strength at his peak."

"If I can't beat in this situation, or don't dare to fight, then I really won't seize the opportunity."

Saying this, Fang Bei sighed: "However, he actually took my twenty-nine swords. ”

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