The young man looked at the Array Pivot coldly, and the light of the Array Pivot shone on his face, and his face was expressionless.

He didn't look at the sun, but was staring at the two points of light that belonged to Liang Zi and Ye Jianzang, and occasionally saw them, and he would also glance at Nangong.

Half-loud, he suddenly "hummed", I don't know whether it was a sigh, or a disappointment, or something else, in short, it was very meaningful. Then, suddenly, the young man began to speak to himself.

"Even the Blue Dragon Enchantment can be broken...... It seems that I really underestimated her......"

But Barrett, the birdman, overestimated him...... The waste people who don't even have true qi can't solve it...... What a shot down, hum...... It's a name!"

"Time is running out...... The Boundary Breaker Crystal is running out of energy......"

"Well...... Let's get here first......"

"The rest...... It's up to the anti-terrorist forces......"

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, like the last rays of light emitted when a candle burned out, and a prismatic pink crystal stone silently turned into powder in the young man's hand.

As soon as the crystal stone shattered, the array pivot on the stone table suddenly emitted a streamer, as if a blocked sewer had suddenly opened, and that streamer instantly flowed through every ray of light on the entire array pivot.

In the blink of an eye, a few faint walls of light on the pivot disappeared.

And then......

The lines of the array began to slowly disappear one by one, as if you were smoothing out a scratch on the beach with your hand, and in the blink of an eye, all the light disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

The young man sighed again, and instead of letting the crystal powder fall to the ground, he took out a handkerchief that had been prepared for it, caught it, wrapped it, and put it in his bosom.

Then leave.

It's like you've never been here.

Soon after the young man left, another man suddenly came to the temple. But this time. It was an old man with a white beard, who was also human.

This old man's complexion was ruddy, like a twenty-eight boy, but his eyes were deep, as if he had penetrated the essence of this world...... Such a contradictory combination that it is impossible to guess his age.

The so-called crane hair and childish face. It's nothing more than that.

Strangely enough, though, he was a mortal.

The so-called mortal is a person who has not cultivated in the body, that is to say, this old man...... He was not a cultivator.

The old man was holding a small badge in his hand, if Nangong saw it, then he would definitely recognize it, this badge ...... How similar it was to the one that Miss Lance lent him back then!

It was the Nine Rank Green Dragon Badge.

It represents the highest authority in the first house!

Then. The old man took the badge and pressed it against a small inconspicuous hole in the stone table. Suddenly, there was a soft "click", as if it had touched some mechanism, and the Qinglong Array Pivot reappeared.

The old man stared at the disc as he had seen so many times.

Disc, old man......

Silence became a silent picture.

I don't know how long it took, but the old man suddenly shook his head slowly, and I don't know what he found. Just sighed, and said to himself: "It seems...... I'm afraid that the wind is going to rise in Luojia City......"

Shaking his head. Sighing, the old man took back the badge and walked away slowly.

Then the lowest level of the inner sanctum was calm again, as if no one had never been there.

......

Two flowers bloomed, one for each branch, and said to return to Nangong.

Nangong didn't know that two people had come to the deepest part of the Qinglong Inner Temple. He didn't even know that the tallest building in the branch of Rakga City was called the Green Dragon Palace, not to mention, there was an inner hall inside.

However, at this time, he was now running towards the Green Dragon Palace, which was an indisputable fact.

Just now. After dodging the shot that said it was a shot in the foot but shot in the shoulder, Nangong asked Xiao Kunyu to start searching for the existence of the gunman, and he himself ran wildly with Lu Yun pulling his legs.

The shooter didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, and he insisted on biting such a nobody, chasing and shooting all the way, shooting all the way and making sarcastic and misleading remarks all the way, it was really insidious, but the gun was deadly.

If it weren't for my sense of crisis being sensitive enough, I'm afraid I would have died more than ten times!

That situation......

I'm afraid that the hatred of killing my father and taking my wife is no different!

But the strange thing is that the gunshots went off and the bullets arrived...... But the little kunyu sent back the news that it had not found any trace of the enemy. Even Lu Yun was the same, he had been waiting for those frighteningly bright eyes to scan the surroundings, but the result was ......

Not to mention people, not even a bird has been seen.

If it weren't for the feeling of being like a thorn in the back that kept reminding him, Nangong would have thought that it was an illusion at all!

Nangong was very puzzled by this, for Luojia City, although he lived for three years, he actually lay in bed for three years, in essence, he was no different from a newcomer.

Where and when did he offend such a master? Could it be because of the painting soul? Nangong secretly guessed.

But in the next second, he overturned this possibility.

It's completely impossible!

Because Ah Zi said that there are only two people who have seen the soul painting left, one is Mr. Along, and the other is the little boy who is now being held by himself, Lu Yun.

Well...... If you add Liang Zi and Ye Jianzang, it is four.

But all four of them have been out of the control of the painting spirit, and no new victims have been produced. Besides, the gunman only kept emphasizing that he was going to kill himself, not that he wanted to steal the painting.

Therefore, it should not be a painting soul.

After ruling out the possibility of painting souls, Nangong suddenly thought of the little boy in his arms, Lu Yun.

Could it be that the gunman is the enemy of this little junior brother?

Didn't the gunman jump out because this little junior brother shot his bullet crooked, and kept saying that he was going to kill himself to vent his anger? Could it be that the arrow that exposed the identity of this little junior brother?

Inexplicably, Nangong suddenly made up a drama like "The whole house was slaughtered by the enemy, the orphan escaped from the tiger's mouth, buried his name in Qinglong, and secretly worked hard to learn art, hoping that he would kill the enemy one day". Otherwise, how to explain that little Bena said that the sorrow in his heart was stronger than the painting of the soul itself, as soon as she saw the little boy?

So when Nangong's sense of crisis was a little weaker, he found an opportunity to pretend to ask casually.

But the little boy replied: Although I am an orphan, my father and mother died of illness. Enemies or something...... If there is one, it can only be God......

Nangong: "......"

was going to knock on the side, but when he said this, Nangong simply shut up.

was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a strong sense of crisis struck, Nangong didn't think about it, and instinctively rushed forward.

Really!

As if it was an appointment, Nangong had just left the place, and with a "bang", another shot came, and there was suddenly an extra bullet hole at his feet.

Immediately after, the gunman's grim voice sounded again: "Hehe...... I didn't expect your scumbag to react quite well...... But it's useless!ahahaha...... You scumbag, you will eventually die under Uncle Ben's gun!"

"Aren't you good at running? Run...... The next shot, Lao Tzu is going to shoot the thumb of your left foot!"

To be ashamed, this has to be done, and this tone is as if enjoying the pleasure of a hunter chasing his prey.

As everyone knows, for such nonsense, Nangong is too lazy to pay attention to it.

He put away his distracting thoughts, and then silently calculated in his heart: "This is ...... The twelfth shot! Then the next shot, the fastest...... The bearing is ......"

Soon, the calculation had a result, so Nangong smiled coldly. (To be continued.) )