"He actually used a technique similar to 'transmitting sound into the secret' to tell me that someone was going to kill Wang Zhong, and then blame me on my head. Meng Siao, now this thin and tall young man wearing an azure coat, stood outside the Longyuan Pavilion, his eyes briefly glanced at the street in the left and right directions, muttered in his mouth, and strode up in one of the directions.

When he arrived at Longyuan Pavilion, it was already past noon, and more than an hour had passed for the next auction preparations and auctions. Although it was already the middle of May, the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the daylight hours were a little longer than in the past, but as the sun approached the end of the day, the sun had already begun to set, and the sky in the evening was unobstructed with the red sunset.

The direction in which he was now striding forward was the direction leading to the area where the state guesthouse was located.

No matter who uses this technique similar to "transmitting sound into the secret" to tell himself that Wang Zhong is going to be assassinated, and the person in charge behind the scenes wants to detain the basin of this matter to his head, he must have a purpose.

It may be just a harmless prank, it may be a temptation, of course it may be a kind reminder, and there is a possibility.

If someone really wants to assassinate Wang Zhong and blame himself for this matter, then this messenger who hides his head and refuses to reveal his true identity may not be a part of the plan of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Of course, this possibility is much smaller than the previous ones.

The reason why he came out to take a look now was just that he was a little interested in this transmission to his guy, and as for Wang Zhong, it could only be regarded as an incidental product at most.

Moreover, is it so easy for a great Confucian to be assassinated? What's more, this one is still a great Confucian from the "Most Holy Pavilion", and he is the youngest great Confucian in the history of the "Most Holy Pavilion", if he hadn't had some extraordinary means, he would not have believed it.

The streets of Gyeongshi under the setting sun look bustling, heading out of the outer city, the merchants and vendors who want to leave the city before the sun completely sets and the city gate closes, the officials of the Gyeonggi Yamen who do the last round of inspections before the handover, and the aunts and aunts who carry baskets and come out to buy cheap food at this time, all kinds of people gather in the streets and alleys of Gyeongshi, coming and going.

Wang Zhong's carriage is very recognizable, and there is a "Confucian" character emblem on the body representing the Confucian holy land "Zhisheng Pavilion", although the appearance of the carriage is not luxurious, but its cost is definitely not under the exclusive drive of the four great princes.

The one driving the car was a strong man in his early forties, with bulging muscles all over his body, and every movement of his body showed extremely strong explosive power. This is obviously not an ordinary person, but a monk who has cultivated a lot, and moreover, it is either physical cultivation or strength cultivation.

After Meng Siao's transformation into a tall and thin young man, he was hanging behind the carriage at this moment, and there was a distance of about twenty zhang between the two, and it was impossible to be noticed at all because of the people coming and going on the street at this time.

"I don't know if the guy who transmitted the voice to me is also around here at this time, or if he is still in the Longyuan Pavilion......" His gaze seemed to be scanning the sides very casually, but in fact, it was investigating everyone who appeared in his field of vision.

With his current eyesight, unless it is those spiritual treasures above the spirit level, he doesn't need the assistance of the "Great Martial Venerable System" at all, and he can't escape his magic eyes.

However, so far, there do not seem to be any suspicious figures.

"Being able to circumvent my spiritual sense and transmit the voice directly into my head shows that the cultivation of this voice transmission is not low, or it is proficient in some kind of secret method. It was on this that I ran out to see who was going to assassinate that Wang Zhong...... However, in this case, it seems that someone has played a prank. Following Wang Zhong's carriage all the way, seeing that the flow of people around him had gradually become sparse, and not far in front of him was the state guest area where Dali was entertaining foreign envoys, Meng Siao finally stopped and touched his nose with some self-deprecation.

However, at this moment, the hairs on his body suddenly exploded completely.

"Damn! What is this!Are you going to wash this half of the street in blood!" he jerked his head up, and saw a flying sword, flashing with a turquoise halo, piercing straight at his throat!

Not only him, but at this moment, all the passers-by who were about twenty feet away from Wang Zhong's carriage, every single one of them, suffered this sudden assassination.

A group of people in black, suddenly, appeared "out of thin air"-

These people, who had all been disguised as passers-by before, suddenly tore off their coats and turned into cold-blooded assassins.

The man in black who released this flying sword didn't even look at him, and after sacrificing this flying sword, the person had already turned his head towards the carriage that Wang Zhong was riding in and flew over.

The rest of the men in black are all the same.

"Where did this come from?" Meng Siao sighed silently, his left hand shook, and a direct emperor-level formation diagram was thrown out, "You can make the assassination into blood, isn't it special to find trouble?" Originally, you were going to kill Wang Zhong, I just wanted to watch the play, but as a result, you didn't want to force me to make a move-"

Before he finished speaking, this Emperor Rank Formation had already risen against the wind, and in just two breaths, it had already turned into a large curtain covering the sky, turning a radius of dozens of zhang into an area shrouded in its shadows.

"If you want to kill the people of the 'Most Holy Pavilion', Young Master Ben is too lazy to care, but, on this acre and three points of land, you are going to behead the people who are leaving me without saying a word, have you ever asked me what I mean?" Meng Siao's hands moved, and a handprint instantly formed, and he drank softly in his mouth: "Bind!"

In an instant, time seemed to freeze.

In the area covered by this array diagram, all the qiē, whether it is a person, a magic weapon, or even the wind, are completely imprisoned.

The Xuan soldiers who slashed at the nearby passers-by were all frozen in mid-air, and those black-clothed people also maintained the posture of rushing towards Wang Zhong's carriage, motionless, as if they had become a statue.

"Brother Tai is a good method!" Wang Zhong's voice came from the carriage, "What is even more rare is that Brother Tai has compassion for all sentient beings in his heart, which is very rare among monks. ”

"I am the people who saved me from the Great Departure, and I have nothing to do with you. Meng Siao shrugged his shoulders, and directly reached out to grab the flying sword that was fixed in mid-air and looked at it, and a cold snort came out of his nose, "It's really interesting, and I also specially engraved the word 'Meng', how come I don't know when my dignified Protector Mansion will change to selling Xuanbing magic weapons?"

"It turns out that Brother Tai is actually the general of the Meng family, it seems that the Protector Mansion is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" Wang Zhong's voice obviously revealed a hint of surprise, and then turned into a chuckle, "But the way this group of assassins blame is really too rough." If I hadn't meant to blame your house for this, wouldn't they have been busy with this in vain?"