The deacon's eyes lit up slightly when she heard the old man say this.

Hurriedly running back to the deacon's hall, the deaconess wrote a "urgent" on a wooden plaque, and hurriedly said to the disciples who were waiting outside to take the task: "There is an urgent task here......

Cheng Yangxi took a horse in the stable of the Ethereal Pavilion and walked towards Ou Acheng.

It didn't take long to notice that there were several breaths far behind him.

A smile appeared on Cheng Yangxi's face.

It seems that the people in this ethereal pavilion are really worried about themselves, for fear that they will have an accident.

Yesterday's fight seems to have played a big role.

However, with Zhao Yusheng's family, Cheng Yangxi no longer wants to show his strength too much in front of ordinary people.

When he came to Ou Acheng, Cheng Yangxi rushed to a refining shop and bought more than 20 pieces.

Array, a chess piece made of special materials, is an essential auxiliary tool for arranging formations.

Out of the refining shop, Cheng Yangxi walked forward with the horses and threw them out "casually".

After throwing it for a while, Cheng Yangxi mounted his horse and rode away in the direction of the south of the city.

In the alleyway behind him, five Ethereal Pavilion disciples saw this, hurriedly turned over their horses, and chased after them.

They rushed into the place where Cheng Yangxi threw him for a while.

The next moment, people turned on their backs!

On the ground, countless mist rose from the ground, making them lose sight of their fingers!

"What's going on?!"

"We've fallen into a trap!"

"Who is trapping us? And it's on the avenue, how can it be justified!"

The faces of the five of them changed drastically, and they roared again and again.

Outside the refining shop, passers-by were all around.

I saw that on the avenue not far from the Refining Pavilion store, five people were standing on the avenue, one by one circling in place.

Their faces were extremely ugly, and their mouths kept screaming angrily.

"What's wrong with them?"

"Why are you inexplicably spinning in circles?"

"Standing in place and spinning in circles, and scolding others......"

The onlookers all pointed and pointed with a look of hell.

In the refining shop, a middle-aged man wearing a cyan robe walked out.

This is Ding Yang, the owner of the refining shop.

Looking at the crowd watching, the five Ethereal Pavilion disciples led the horses in a circle, Ding Yang touched his chin with the index finger and thumb of his right hand, and the impression of a young man appeared in his mind, frowning slightly.

After all, he asked the shopkeeper to take out five bamboo poles and stretched them out towards the five disciples of the Ethereal Pavilion.

The five people who were at a loss in the fog held the bamboo poles one after another.

The five shopkeepers pulled them to their side.

The five disciples of the Ethereal Pavilion looked at the place less than five steps away, and their faces turned pale one by one.

There are no traps at all!

They're going round and round in circles!

Ding Yang walked over and groped on the ground a few times.

After a while, he felt out more than two dozen arrays, and secretly sighed and said, "It's not a trap, it's a formation—the Mist Array." As long as you enter this mist array, your facial features are blocked, and you can't hear any movement outside the array. Moreover, the people in the formation, troubled by the fog, circled in place. However, to the people in the formation, they would still think that they had walked a long way. ”

"Huh?" everyone suddenly realized when they heard Ding Yang's explanation.

A horse-faced man among the five disciples of the Ethereal Pavilion walked out, saluted Ding Yang and said, "Sir, can you tell us who is giving us this mist array?"

Ding Yang shook his head, walked into the store and said, "Don't say, don't say." ”

Seeing that Ding Yang did not reveal the people who arranged the formation, everyone left a little disappointed.

The five disciples of the Ethereal Pavilion looked at each other.

The horse-faced man said, "Let's go to my uncle immediately, and then tell the above about today's matter." This person uses the formation to trap us, but does not harm us, is the target uncle?"

"The target is my uncle?" a woman said in a lost voice, "Could it be Murong Yuming's remnants?"

"If it is, it's troublesome. The horse-faced man looked rather gloomy and said, "As soon as something happens to my uncle, the pavilion master will definitely be furious." In case it leads to yesterday's Valkyrie again, we won't be dead enough. Go to your aunt quickly, and you must not let your uncle have an accident!"

The other four disciples responded in unison and rushed away.

Besides, Cheng Yangxi rode a horse and came to the south of the city of Ou Acheng.

The south of the city is a little different from other places, and there are some very ordinary houses everywhere.

In these houses or outside, people can be seen busy, or weaving clothes on looms, or striking iron.

There are occasionally a few teahouses and inns on the roadside, all of which are deserted.

Cheng Yangxi did not immediately inquire about the whereabouts of Scar in the south of the city, but walked between the houses with the horses, feeling the customs and customs of this different world.

When passing by an open-air teahouse, an uncle noticed Cheng Yangxi and beckoned to him.

Cheng Yangxi smiled and led the horse over and said, "Uncle, do you have something to look for me?"

The uncle was puzzled: "Little brother, looking at your clothes, you look like a rich kid, you have never been to us, have you?

Cheng Yangxi was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that the people here were still so enthusiastic, but they were a bit like Zhao Yusheng, which made him very comfortable.

Taking out a piece of broken silver from the storage ring, Cheng Yangxi handed it to the uncle and said, "Uncle, you guessed it, I just wanted to ask, where is the scar?"

Hearing the name of "Scar", the uncle's face changed instantly, and he hurriedly beckoned to Cheng Yangxi again.

Cheng Yangxi went over with his ears.

The uncle glanced around vigilantly, and then whispered to Cheng Yangxi: "Little brother, the Axe Gang is famous for its murder in this area! Scar is its gang leader, and it is even more ferocious. If it's okay, don't mention his name. Otherwise, if the people of the Axe Gang hear it, you will have to peel off your skin if you don't die!"

Cheng Yangxi smiled dumbly and said, "I haven't said anything about looking for them!"

"No, they're just so domineering! If you mention their names and hear them, they'll come to you! They eat our area to death, and we're just a tool for them to make money. The uncle sighed lightly, waved his hand and said, "Little brother, if you're okay, go back quickly, don't look for any scars." Otherwise, there will be no good fruit to eat!"

Looking at the uncle's panicked face, Cheng Yangxi was secretly clear.

Scar is the leader of the Axe Gang, this Axe Gang has been quite famous in the south of the city in recent years, and even the people are afraid to hear its name, which shows the depth of the strength of the Axe Gang, and it is no wonder that the Ethereal Pavilion sent a few ordinary disciples to recover the money and food lent out.

That was before, though.

Cheng Yangxi thanked the uncle, led the horse and left, and shouted loudly: "Where is the scar of the Axe Gang? Come out quickly!"

Seeing that Cheng Yangxi not only did not listen to his advice, but shouted the name of "Scar" even more unscrupulously here, he was so frightened that his legs and feet were weak, packed up his things, rushed into the house, and closed the door.

Everyone else did the same.

After a while, there was still some popularity around, and there was no figure in sight!