The holy avenue at sunset is beautiful, and this beauty is breathtaking. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The golden afterglow of warmth and wine wafted down, giving an extra layer of magnificence to all the clean, neat, high-class, and textured things that make up the orderly beauty of this street.

Gorgeous, but peaceful, not dazzling.

The tranquil atmosphere, the visible changes of light and shade, and the various temples that already have a solemn appearance, make the crowd wandering in them naturally feel a majestic mystery and heaviness, and individual devout believers are even moved to prostrate themselves immediately regardless of the location.

Of course, the vast majority of those who are indifferent - perhaps this is the specific appearance and reason for the mouths of various religious sects that "the world is declining, and the people's hearts are not ancient" or "the filthy world urgently needs to be purified"?

Ye Guyun didn't pay attention to these, along the way he was only admiring, admiring the moving beauty of this scenery shining brightly, just for this, nothing else.

The group of four came to the most spacious and atmospheric part of the Holy Avenue, which was the section facing the front of the Three Shrines. It stands to reason that this position is somewhat sensitive, after all, it can be regarded as in front of several gods, regardless of whether there will be some accidents, it is not very respectful to die in this kind of place.

However, Ye Guyun didn't care about it.

Heh, his mood illness has never recovered, so how can he talk about a recurrence.

Don't go, Ye someone, who has already entered a state of madness, asked the confused Rochi and Eve to move a small bench and sit on the side of the road to enjoy it quietly. Obviously, neither of them would do that, but each would stand very gentlemanly, very ladylike by the side of the road—ahem, to be honest, quite awkward.

Frank, who was also confused, was shouted to his side by Ye Guyun and whispered in his ear.

The chick nodded his head like a peck of rice, and Frank's expression quickly became vivid, which was hesitation and excitement, a kind of cowardice mentality that wanted to see the excitement but was afraid of the bad impact. In the end, I still stiffly compared a gesture that represents "understand, clear, and ready" (in fact, it's OK, but there is no such thing in the other world), and then I started to move.

First of all, it wasn't a big move, but it was a small spell that could function as a megaphone.

Then there's the main course.

Frank opened his throat and howled loudly in 360 degrees without dead ends: "A few friends who have been following us! It's been a few hours! You've worked hard! It's not too early! It's time to eat! It's time to rest! It's time to find a good match! In short, it's time for him to come out! Come, show up, let's have a good conversation!"

As soon as the words fell, Frank felt a burst of transparent refreshment, as if pleasure was pouring into his body frantically from the pores of his body, and it was as if the addict had just been satisfied, and he couldn't help himself, because this was the first time he had unscrupulously exploded into a foul mouth...... It's just that after eliminating this nonsensical pleasure, his words no longer have any other impact, and the brothers hiding in the shadows don't pay attention to it at all.

Ahem, not necessarily, the impact is still there, although it will never be positive.

At this time, the unrelated crowd on the holy avenue, whether it was a passer-by or a believer in confession or worship, all looked at the bastard in the middle of the street who dared to make such a fool of himself here.

Later, many of the priests in the nearby temples, whether they were Templars or priests on duty, appeared and poked their heads out, watching the avenue vigilantly.

Obviously, Frank's movements have alarmed these unpleasant existences. This posture is really interesting. I wanted to startle the snake, but the poisonous snake did not fight as expected, but first recruited a few tiger wolves - regardless of whether these tiger wolves were papier-mâché wood carvings or alive.

The mood begins to get delicate, and despite the anticipation of the situation, Frank is inevitably cramped, embarrassed, and blushing. However, under Ye Guyun's repeated encouragement, he had no choice but to continue to go down with his neck... Well, shouting in public.

"Come on! We're not mothers-in-law's people! Long-winded nonsense can be avoided! Just do it! That's it! Count down to three! You come out! Let's talk well! But well! After three sounds! You don't come out! We're going to ask you to come out by our own means!"

Ignoring the others, just talking about decibels, this paragraph can really be regarded as an aftersound, endless, no, even the echo comes out. However, the righteous lords still did not respond.

A group of passers-by couldn't help but point, their faces, in addition to confusion and disdain, also wrote a little curiosity and expectation - Ya was clearly in the theater mode.

As for those priests, well, you can only feel that the blue on their faces seems to be darker - I guess they are not far from officially entering the chengguan mode.

Rochi and Eve, who were standing on the side of the road, looked dazed, looked around, but did not look at the two in the middle of the street - needless to say, this was stranger mode.

At this point, Frank was completely let go, ignoring all the eyes around him, then cleared his throat and began to count down.

"Three ~~~~~!"

In smooth water.

"Two ~~~~~!"

Nothing moved.

"One ~~~~~!"

Needle drops can be heard.

Glancing around, seeing nothing unusual, Frank looked down with a serious focus and said to himself, "Good!"

Of course, under the effect of spells, this sentence can also be clearly reflected in the ears of everyone around.

"Huh~!"

Boos erupted.

Frank was already able to be indifferent and didn't mind putting his funny show to the ground. He arched his hand in all directions like a curtain call, and then moved to the side of the road with a serious face, squeezing between Roach and Eve, who pretended to be strangers, and out of nowhere he drew a short wand, and scanned the surroundings warily.

"There's nothing to do with me in the future! Everyone's going to watch the show!"

Listening to Frank's words, everyone couldn't help but shift their eyes to the black-clothed strange man who was still in the middle of the avenue, that is, Ye Guyun. I saw that the fellow was calmly munching on a fruit, and Yu Yu was carrying a net in one hand, which he had bought on the way here.

"It's sweet. Ye Guyun muttered to himself alone, "It's a pity." ”

With that, he moved. The speed is extremely fast, and the action is difficult to discern.

As soon as he raised his hand, the net bag was thrown into the air, and the fruits wrapped in it broke free from the shackles, and after rising to a certain height, they began their own free fall under the action of gravity.

At this time, Ye Guyun had already thrown out the half-eaten fruit that was still in his hand. His movements were subtle, and there was no movement in his whole body, but with a flip of his wrist, a shock, and a flick, he saw the fruit shoot out like an arrow from a string, accompanied by a dull sound of breaking the air, drawing a graceful trajectory in the air, until it reached the desired position - this is clearly the technique of throwing hidden weapons.

There was no pause, and the fruits that fell from the air one after another were thrown by him in the same way, four times in succession, in one go. It is a loud sound, and the sound is divided into four petals, one after another, like a bead.

Well, none of this matters, at most it is just a few exclamations and cheers from onlookers, which is not worth mentioning, what really matters is how the effect is and whether the goal has been achieved.

Ye Guyun's "humanoid crossbow machine" (Frank language) sent out five consecutive flying fruits, each shooting in different directions. Into the crowd, into the shadow of a building, on the top of a building, next to a tree, and a little further away on a street corner. When the dust settled, everyone realized that the five flying fruits were aiming for their own figures. And these five people, facing Feiguo'er who is full of strength, their performance is different, some can successfully dodge, some parry in time, and some are hit head-on. In any case, their figures are clearly "rectified".

After withdrawing, Ye Guyun calmly watched everything. He caught the last fruit that fell from the sky, wiped it, and put it in his mouth. took a bite, but frowned-

"Not every one is sweet......"

With a flip of the wrist, the fruit was thrown out, not as a hidden weapon, but in free fall, and it fell to the ground, spun around in a slippery circle, and finally stopped unwillingly. By this time, the five had recovered, regrouped, and even showed their weapons.

The appearance of the blade made the crowd near the place involved panic, and they all screamed "teeth and claws" to stay away from the source of the disaster, but there were always some bold guys who retreated to a distance that they thought was appropriate, and then looked back again. It is human nature to do good things.

The five people who showed up in shape, and it was difficult to think that they would be a group only with the naked eye. Their images are extremely inconsistent, four men and one woman, some tall and some short, and their clothes are also very messy, some are only dressed in civilian clothes, some are wrapped in a set of fitted leather armor, and some simply hide their whole bodies under a wide gray burqa, and the difference between them is too great.

The only approximation is that the blades they wield, either short swords or daggers, in duplicate, are standard lurkers' weapon configurations, which clearly indicate their professional affiliation. I just don't know what kind of subcategory each person belongs to, whether it's a thief, an assassin, or a more advanced shadow dancer?

"Hahahaha! Are you deflated? Hit the street? I've let you out! You still don't want to! We have to take action ourselves! Why bother making a fuss like this! By the way, how do those fruits taste? Are they fresh enough? Are they sweet enough? If so, will you visit that ...... next time?"

A babbling taunt from Frank rang out, and under the effect of his spell, it drifted through the avenue, and scurried into the ears of everyone in range. The five people didn't care, and after secretly exchanging glances with each other, they vigilantly gathered towards Ye Guyun with a momentum of encirclement.

"How did you find us?"

Changfu Male No. 1, an ordinary-looking middle-aged male human, seemed to be the leader of the five, and he didn't forget to ask Ye Guyun loudly when he moved closer. There is still a way to do this, one is really puzzled, and the other is to try to distract the other party to see if there is a chance to take advantage of it.

However, it did not work out.

Ye Guyun silently untied the long sword hanging from his waist - of course, it was one of the three new swords he had just retrieved, he removed the scabbard, turned his wrist lightly, and danced a few times at will, the hilt of the sword shuttled and flew between his fingers, driving the tip of the sword to draw a few traces of grace in the air, and he stood in a posture that was absolutely loose and nondescript in the eyes of the swordsmanship masters hidden around.

Frank's commentary also sounded at the right time:

"Where did you get so much nonsense! He told you a long time ago! We are not verbose people! Let us invite us out in person, don't expect to be able to bring it with words! Now you only have two choices! One is to kneel down and sing conquest for me! The other is to pick up a knife and wipe it on your own neck! You guys! Take one of them!"

Everyone in the audience was suffocated, and while "admiring", they couldn't help but say: "Oh you!