Qu Hao realized that it was not good luck and wanted to dodge with his spiritual power, but the four-rank sword intent caused his body to lag for a moment.

It was this momentary delay that made Qu Hao only watch Bai Zizai's imperial envoy Jasper sword pierce through his heart.

"For... for..."

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, Qu Hao puffed up the last trace of strength in his body to keep himself from falling, and his dilated pupils stared at Bai Zizi, who was gradually blurring the figure seven feet away, and asked.

"You obviously said that you would cooperate with my performance, why did you suddenly kill you, right?"

Bai Zizai walked in front of Qu Hao, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of fierce light and anger. He turned halfway and pointed to his bloody ass.

"My son has never suffered such a loss when he is so old, just by virtue of this, the old guy, you are not unjust if you die today."

After speaking, regardless of whether Qu Hao was out of breath or not, his hands touched him, and he muttered aggrievedly while touching his mouth.

"Declare in advance, I'm not a person who wants to see money, and that kind of lack of virtue is not in line with the temperament of this son. It's just that you old guy has cost Ben Gongzi's buttocks, and you must compensate for the loss. Cha! Anyway, you're a realm monk, why don't you go out in the middle of the night without money, do you still have any shame?"

It's a pity that Qu Hao couldn't hear Bai Zizi's quibbles anymore, so he just stood straight and swallowed his last breath.

Before he died, Qu Hao was full of remorse.

However, with his experience in the rivers and lakes is old enough, how could he have imagined that a dignified Sword Pavilion disciple would make such a shameless act as a sneak attack.

Coupled with Bai Zizi's passionate performance before, Qu Hao also relaxed his vigilance, and finally ended up with a tragic death.

After all, Qu Hao is a big realm higher than Bai Zizai's cultivation, if it weren't for some conspiracy, Bai Zizai might not be able to kill him.

Bai Zizai was a little ruthless by Rong Fei recently, and he thought that he could make up for some losses on Qu Hao, but he didn't even find a copper plate all over Qu Hao's body, and the angry Bai Zizai kicked Qu Hao's body out.

"Phew! It's shameful to go out without money."

Sky Thunder. After the earthquake, Liang Kuan's painful moans came from the carriage of the bronze chariot.

Although the puppeteer is not known for his physical strength, after all, his cultivation is there, and his vitality is still quite tenacious.

For the sake of prudence, Murong Canghai gave full play to his local tyrant expertise, and took out another bottle of Gathering Spirit Pill from the storage jade ring and took it.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe borrows the law - heavenly thunder. Shock!"

"Heaven and earth are endless, Qiankun..."

After the three thunderbolts, there was no sound in the carriage of the bronze chariot.

Tick!

Blood seeped out of the cracks under the carriage, dripping onto the stone slabs, making a soft noise in the silence of the night.

Then the ticking sound became dense, gradually turning into the sound of gurgling blood.

Bai Zizai, who ended the battle first, twisted his injured butt and walked to the side of the bronze chariot, trying to open the door of the carriage but was unsuccessful. I put my eyes into the gap and looked inside, and I couldn't see anything in the dark, but I was choked by feces, urine and blood.

"Is there a way for Ox Nose to put this thing away, it looks like it can be worth a lot of silver, and then we can add two to five."

Bai Zizai patted the bronze chariot and shouted towards Murong Canghai.

Although there were a lot of spirit pills to replenish spiritual power, Murong Canghai was still full of tiredness at the moment, and Bai Zizai, who was obsessed with wealth, ignored him at a glance, took out some ammunition from the storage jade ring and took it, and directly sat on the ground to recover his energy.

"Hey, hey, brother, big brother, reward a Xuanbing Creation Pill, look at my ass, it's about to expose the bones."

Bai Zizai limped to Murong Canghai's side and begged with a sneer.

"Get out!"

Murong Canghai didn't open his eyes, and his lips moved slightly and spit out a word.

"Anyway, it's also a sworn brother who burned yellow paper and cut off the head of a chicken, don't be so stingy."

"Get out!"

Thundered...

The sound of a heavy object collapsing reached the ears of the two, and Murong Canghai opened his eyes and looked sideways into the depths of the gate of Jingyuan Houfu.

"It's so lively inside, why don't you go and see it?"

Bai Zizi was also attracted by the sound, and took advantage of his neck to look at the Hou Mansion for a long time and didn't see anything.

"You go first, I'm too mentally drained, I need to recuperate."

Murong Canghai replied.

"I thought it wouldn't be appropriate to leave you here alone, so I'd better wait for you."

Bai Zizi changed his mouth.

"Whatever you want."

Thundered... Thundered...

There was a huge sound of heavy objects collapsing and shattering from the depths of Jingyuan Houfu, and occasionally the sound of fighting could be faintly heard.

Bai Zizi and Murong Canghai all pretended not to hear it, one continued to close his eyes and meditate to recover his energy, and the other took the medicine powder from nowhere, and hissed and medicated his buttocks.

It wasn't until an aura that belonged to the monks alone rose in the Hou Mansion that the two of them stood up and looked at the sky above the Hou Mansion.

"It's really an old monster who is at the peak of the fourth grade, and looking at those uncles and brothers who are more powerful than those in the Sword Pavilion, they are not much worse. You said Rong Fei is too late to run now?"

"Do you think he will?"

"Uh... Judging by his face, that guy is probably a natural breed who will not give up until he achieves his goal."

"That's it, he's dead."

"Won't all the investment we put in him go down the drain? This sin has not been in vain!"

Bai Zizi pointed to his ass and said bitterly.

"Nine out of ten businesses are cold, and the business is normal."

Murong Canghai quipped rarely.

"You're right, doing business, I admit it's risky. But what about the ancient ruins of Linzhou? Without Rong Fei's pseudo-magical powers to guide the way, can the two of us fight Wei Junxian?"

"And what are you going to do? Rush in and fight the four-rank monk?"

"What do you think the two of us plus Rong Fei can have a chance of winning?"

Murong Canghai frowned and thought for a moment, then raised two fingers.

"Twenty-eight open? Isn't it too low. I know you must have a powerful way to do it, so don't hide it at this time."

Bai Zizi said dissatisfied.

Murong Canghai immediately raised another finger.

"Three-seven? Looks like you're not doing it well."

Bai Zizi said disdainfully.

Murong Canghai shook his head and stretched out two fingers again.

"Two living people go in."

Then raise another finger.

"Three dead men come out."

"Boom!"

Rong Fei retreated in a row, narrowly avoiding the swept iron spear.

An old tree beside him was innocently killed, and was swept off by the waist and fell to the ground.

The two sides have been fighting for some time, and in the face of Chang Gaoyuan's exquisite marksmanship and increasingly rapid offensive, Rong Fei has gradually lost his strength, and dangers are everywhere. So he no longer simply competed with it, and poured spiritual power into the horizontal knife transformed into the Ruyi Ball, and the sword light flashed and cut off the Chang Gao Yuan Iron Spear.

"You lost, hand over Chang Huai'en. I can swear by the reputation of the previous chief arrester of the Immortal Division, and I will never hurt his life."

Rong Fei put the blade on Chang Huaien's neck and comforted him with kind words.

"Ben Hou has already said that people are not in the house, do you believe it or not."

Chang Gaoyuan is worthy of being a famous general in the world who has experienced a hundred battles, even if he is pressed against the throat by the sharp tip of a knife, he can still lie without changing his face.

Rong Fei raised his eyebrows, and was about to expose his lie, when the old man who had been pretending to sleep in the corridor pavilion suddenly opened his eyes, raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground.

As the old man's right foot fell, the ground of the entire small courtyard trembled slightly. Suddenly, the earth flew in the flower bed near the courtyard wall, and two figures were shaken out of the ground.

"Father!

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One of the figures howled in grief.