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At the moment, the restaurant, the third floor.

Murong Xuan drank wine and quietly looked at the gate of the palace in the distance.

On the side, Murong Xian supported his chin with both hands, his pure eyes were full of curiosity, and he said crisply: "Second brother, will he come?" ”

Murong Xuan didn't answer, because he didn't know if the rumored Xinghuan would come.

However, someone answered for him.

"Not only will he come, but he has come."

It was a white-faced middle-aged man who spoke, and when he spoke and behaved, he would always subconsciously touch the two whiskers on his lips.

His name is Kongkong'er, and every generation of the thief's descendants is called Kongkong'er.

There are a lot of people on the third floor of the restaurant, but there are only two brothers and sisters at Murong Xuan's table.

So, the empty air has just arrived.

No one knew how he came to be, and no one noticed his presence.

Murong Xuan put down the wine glass, not surprised at all, and asked with a smile, "You saw it?" ”

Kongkong'er picked up the flask and poured himself a glass, and after drinking it all, he said, "Good luck, I saw it." ”

Murong Xian asked, "And then?" ”

Kongkong'er's eyes were full of pampering, he rubbed Murong Xian's hair, and said, "Then I came back with me." ”

Murong Xian raised his eyes and said, "Then where is he now?" ”

Kongkong'er smiled meaningfully and said, "You'll see you soon." ”

Hearing this, Murong Xianqiao's face was full of anticipation.

Murong Xuan suddenly said, "I heard that he has been seriously injured. ”

Kongkong'er shook his head slightly and said, "This is not necessarily. ”

Not only is it empty, but along the way, many people have been secretly following Xinghuan, so soon, the news that Xinghuan has arrived spread around the palace.

For a while, everyone's eyes began to wander, secretly staring, waiting for Xinghuan to appear.

in the alleys.

Mingkong stood silent.

Xinghuan said softly: "Let me go." ”

Squatting down slowly, Mingkong put down Xinghuan.

Standing still, Xing smiled and said, "Monk, just send it here." ”

Mingkong was stunned and said, "Donor..."

Xinghuan walked away, waved his hand without looking back, and said, "Goodbye." ”

Mingkong should have continued to follow to protect, but he didn't, because he understood what Xinghuan wanted to do next...

On the wide street, with the appearance of Xinghuan, everyone's eyes gathered together.

The autumn breeze was slightly cool, blowing the placket.

didn't care, Xinghuan's face was unusually pale, coughed slightly, tightened the clothes on his body, and slowly walked towards the majestic and solemn palace.

Seeing this, some people are already ready to move.

After a pause, Xinghuan stopped in front of the Xuanjia army who was waiting for him, and sat down cross-legged on the spot.

What does he want to do?

This is a question that pops up in everyone's mind.

Silently, Xinghuan closed his eyes, and wisps of white mist began to slowly fill his body.

In the blink of an eye, the white mist completely enveloped Xinghuan's body, and the range of ten steps around his body was also completely enveloped.

The white fog grew thicker and thicker, but the enveloping area did not increase any longer.

Is it a trick, or is it an ulterior motive...

No one knows except Xinghuan.

Finally, someone couldn't help it.

It's a good opportunity, a rare opportunity.

In any case, you can't just stay here and watch and do nothing.

The first to do it will be dangerous, but it will have a better chance of getting the Treasure Trove map.

Sometimes, people always have to fight, especially for those who are not willing to be ordinary.

In the silence, several figures could no longer hold back the excitement in their hearts, and shot out from all directions, resolutely breaking into the fog.

In the mist, Xing Huan's left hand slowly wiped in front of him, and several Ice Spirit Flying Knives condensed out of thin air.

The moment those people broke into the fog, he waved his hand, and the flying knife met him.

These throwing knives did not have any spirit attached to them, and his purpose was not to kill people, but to hurt people.

The fog was thick, and the intruders were directly disoriented, and even began to kill each other.

As he wished, all of them, without exception, were wounded.

In the next moment, the method of condensing essence blood was already in full operation.

Suddenly, I saw that the faces of the attackers in the mist suddenly changed, and fear appeared in their eyes.

Blood was pouring out of the wound and into the mist, in front of Xinghuan.

In just three breaths, their whole body seemed to be drained, turning into dry corpses.

Immediately afterwards, the corpse was invaded by the fog and turned into a puddle of water, completely leaving no bones left, leaving only weapons and clothes all over the ground.

The process was short, but the pain of life and death made them feel as if a long time had passed...

The condensed essence blood submerged into Xinghuan's body one by one, making his face a little better again.

This bit of essence blood was far from enough for his body to fully recover, but he didn't plan to use it to completely recover his body, he just wanted to recover as much as possible.

No one is stupid, and once they see that the situation is wrong, those people would rather watch than break into this fog and die.

The effect of the mist was not much different from the effect of the mist of the Valley of Despair, and the reason why it was shrouded in a range of ten steps was because his method of condensing essence and blood could only act within ten steps at most.

The inner circle of the mist was waiting quietly, and the faces of everyone outside the mist gradually became heavy.

No one knew what was going on in the fog, they just heard screams and pain, and then there was no movement.

Restaurants.

Murong Xuan said in a deep voice: "That fog is not simple. ”

Kongkong'er was a little regretful, and said, "I really want to go in and have a look." ”

I'm afraid that no one here doesn't want to go in and have a look, but they know very well that after entering, it will be difficult to come out again.

As a thief, Kongkong'er is rarely able to match his light skills and skills, but he still doesn't dare to go in, and he is very jealous in his heart.

After all, too few people died.

At present, it seems that people with average martial arts will definitely not be able to get out after entering, so what about those with extraordinary martial arts?

Many people in this world are afraid of death, but there are also many people who are not afraid of death...

All afternoon, the fog was there, and so was Xinghuan.

How many people died, no one noticed.

But even if you do a rough calculation, there are definitely a lot of people, at least, it is absolutely no problem to fill the fog.

However, after the people entered, except for the screams, it seemed that they all disappeared out of thin air, and there was no movement.

Even if the martial arts are not ordinary, after entering, they have never come out.

Inexplicably, a chill rose in everyone's hearts.

In silence, a sturdy man like an iron tower suddenly jumped down, and the moment he landed, he shattered the bluestone floor under his feet.

With a bang, the bluestone floor was covered with cobweb-like cracks.

Dahan looked around and snorted coldly: "A group of bad seeds, Lao Tzu wants to see what the hell that Xinghuan is doing." ”

His mouth was full of disdain, but Dahan didn't dare to have any contempt in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, he froze all his energy and walked towards the mist step by step.

Restaurants.

Murong Xuan said with interest: "Do you guess he will die?" ”

Kongkong'er groaned: "This person is wearing a golden bell hood, an iron cloth shirt, and a horizontal training of the Thirteen Taibao..."