Heard Ye Fei's strong speech.

The yellow-skinned young man and the black-robed female cultivator who were hunted down and killed, their expressions changed instantaneously.

"Our brother and sister passed by near Wuqi Mountain, preparing to buy some supplies along the way. Wu Qishan just saw death and didn't save him, sat back and watched the robbery and repair the evil, and turned away the guests? ”

The yellow-skinned young man looked sad and angry, and rebuked angrily.

Lu Changan and the three ignored his questioning, and each sacrificed a superb magic weapon to prevent the brother and sister from breaking into Wuqi Mountain.

"How can anyone come to buy at night and fight fiercely with people in the mountains and forests? I, Wuqishan, only receive normal guests and do not participate in external grievances. ”

Lu Changan said in a flat tone.

He and Ye Fei controlled a second-order mid-rank and low-grade puppet respectively.

With such a lineup, coupled with the home game, even if the opposite five people are in a group, there is no need to be afraid.

"The three peak masters are smart people, and we have written down this feeling."

The leader of the black gauze hat who chased and killed the trio let out a hoarse chuckle.

The two yellow-skinned young men who were chased and killed had no choice but to go around the edge of Wuqi Mountain and flee to the other side.

In this way, a detour was taken.

was soon chased and intercepted by the three black gauze hats.

After a hurried fight, the yellow-skinned young man's magic weapon was broken, his aura was dim, and his body was covered with colors.

"Brother, since you can't escape, fight with them!"

The injured black-robed female cultivator, with her silver teeth clenched, and her cold face was bleak and desperate.

"Little sister, run! I resist them! ”

The yellow-skinned young man performed a secret technique, purple and cyan blood lines appeared on his face, and his mana aura skyrocketed close to the late stage of foundation building.

He pushed the black-robed nun away, and frantically counterattacked the three of them alone.

"Hehe, the dog jumped off the wall in a hurry."

The leader of the black gauze hat, the mana fluctuation on his body rose sharply, and he was promoted from the middle stage of foundation building to the late stage.

"You, you actually hid the cultivation ......"

Three to one, quickly knocked down the yellow-skinned youth and cut it into several pieces.

See this scene.

The three peak masters of Wuqi Mountain were slightly stunned.

From this, it can be concluded that these two foundation-building monks are not in a group.

Shi Manrong and Lu Changan looked at each other, a little unbearable, and wanted to stop.

"Brother!"

The black-robed female cultivator, who had escaped for a distance, was grief-stricken, and two lines of tears fell from her beautiful face.

"That female cultivator is quite attractive, capture her alive as soon as possible, and sell it for a lot of money afterwards......"

The leader of the black gauze hat looked at the three of Wu Qishan with a little vigilance.

In order to build the foundation in the later stage, he made a cushion and let two of his subordinates take the lead in chasing him.

"Wuqi Mountain! Sooner or later, you'll reap the consequences—"

The black-robed female cultivator not only hated the three cultivators, but also had a great grudge against the three peak masters of Wuqi Mountain.

She glanced coldly at her pretty eyes, remembering the indifferent faces of Lu Changan and the three of them who couldn't be saved when they saw death.

Lu Changan's brows furrowed imperceptibly.

However, with the speed of the black-robed female cultivator, she couldn't escape the pursuit of the three robbed cultivators, especially the late stage of foundation building of the leader.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air from the southeast.

A red light flew through the clouds of the night sky.

"Withdraw!"

The leader of the black gauze hat glanced at it, his face changed greatly, and he didn't think about it, so he stopped his two subordinates and quickly retreated.

Seeing that she wanted to catch up with the black-robed female cultivator, she gave up directly.

……

"The monk from the Fire Palace?"

The three peak masters of Wuqi Mountain looked at the red iron boat flying in the distance, and couldn't help but be surprised.

It was a flying magic weapon exclusive to the Fire Palace, and the flame pattern composed of a small flame seedling of water droplets appeared on each side of the boat, and it was in the shape of a swirl of light in flight.

There were four foundation-building monks on board the flying boat.

In the later stage of foundation building, he was a man in green shirts with an elegant temperament and a refreshing face.

"Song Wenshu?"

Lu Changan recognized this person.

During the beast tide many years ago, Song Wenshu accompanied the "Red Pine Zhenren" who left the Fire Palace to solve the case, arrested the murderer of the Fox Valley tragedy, and met Lu Changan.

In the following years, Lu Changan and this person only met once by chance, and they had no friendship with each other.

"Senior Brother Song, the evil cultivator who escaped, is suspected to be the 'dark night fisherman' who was wanted by several major sects back then."

On the orange flying boat, a bearded man in the middle of the foundation building recognized the identity of the black gauze hat.

"Fisherman in the night? This man likes to move at night, wears a hat on his head, robs money and lust, and is elusive......"

Song Wenshu immediately remembered the information of this wanted person, and he was famous in Liang Guoxiao.

His most famous crime trick is to sell several female cultivators of the sect for fun in the black market, and then he was strictly wanted by the sect and hid for one or two decades.

"The three of us are chasing, and you are investigating at the scene."

Song Wenshu left the bearded man behind, and he took two of his fellow men to chase in the direction where the fisherman fled in the night.

"Lu Daoyou."

Before leaving, Song Wenshu and Lu Changan glanced at each other, and the two sides simply said hello.

Lu Changan showed a little flattery and reminded:

"Song Daoyou, be careful, the leader of the robbery just now had concealed his cultivation, maybe it's not simple."

The strength of the sect monks is often better than that of the monks of the same rank outside.

Song Wenshu is not small in the background of the Fire Palace, as long as he is not too underestimated by the enemy, he will not overturn.

The bearded man who stayed behind was also a monk from the Fire Palace, and he was Song Wenshu's confidant, named Cao Yuan.

After the introduction of the two sides, Cao Yuan learned about the situation at the scene in Wuqi Mountain.

After examining the body of the yellow-skinned youth, Cao Yuan was thoughtful.

Glancing in the direction of the black-robed nun fleeing, she was slightly regretful.

"Cao Daoyou, what is the identity of the brother and sister who were hunted down?"

Lu Changan's heart moved and asked.

"The two brothers and sisters, named Pei Wenkang and Pei Qiuyan, are from a defeated Xiuxian family. Previously, they bought a store at a high price in the 'Liaoyuan Immortal City', owed a loan, and lost all their money due to poor management......"

"A few days ago, the two brothers and sisters of the Pei family went out to purchase, and found that a small caravan was targeted by the robbery, and the fight was fierce, and finally the robbery retreated. The two had a temporary idea of evil, took advantage of the fire to loot, and ransacked the caravan with heavy casualties. ”

"However, the matter was revealed soon after, and the Pei brothers and sisters couldn't get along in Liaoyuan Immortal City, so they fled overnight."

After listening to Cao Yuan's narration, Lu Changan understood that the brother and sister were not real cultivators.

Before doing business in Liaoyuan Immortal City, he has always done his duty, and even enjoyed himself with others, leaving no bad deeds.

Due to the loss of money in the business, it coincided with the expedition of the sect, the internal control declined, the law and order were relatively chaotic, and there was a good opportunity to plunder, which caused a difference in thought.

Cao Yuan speculated: The brother and sister picked the peaches that were robbed that day, and the latter was most likely the subordinates of the "Night Fisherman", so they were targeted, chased all the way, and fled to the nearby area.

One of the bases for his speculation is that the "Night Fisherman" is good at tracking, and the prey that was targeted back then rarely escapes.

……

Half an hour later.

Song Wenshu led the two foundation-building monks back to Wuqi Mountain and joined Cao Yuan, who was left behind to investigate.

"Song Daoyou, have you caught up with those three cultivators?"

Lu Chang'an, the three peak masters, greeted him.

"The night fisherman was quite cunning, and set up a cover along the road, and fled separately from his men. In the end, we only managed to kill one of his early foundation men. ”

Song Wenshu sighed lightly and said regretfully.

In this regard, Lu Changan expected it.

Although the Night Fisherman was famous, he did not dare to fight to the death with the elite monks of the Fire Palace.

It's not just the difference in strength.

Even if he was lucky enough to win, killing the foundation building monk who had a background in the Lihuo Palace might attract the real attention of the upper echelons of the Lihuo Palace. At that time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to move an inch in the Liang country, and it will be difficult to escape.

Subsequently, Song Wenshu learned that the Pei brothers and sisters who were chased and killed by robbery and repair actually had a case record in the area of Liaoyuan Xiancheng.

It's the territory of the Fire Palace.

"Pei Qiuyan was not lightly injured, there may be traces on the road, and the men tried to pursue him and arrest him."

Song Wenshu was too lazy to do it himself, and handed it over to Cao Yuan's three Zhuji subordinates.

Late that night.

Song Wenshu was a guest in Wuqi Mountain, Xiaogui Peak, and accepted the banquet of the three peak masters.

Lu Chang'an and the three of them were naturally willing to make friends with the monks of the Lihuo Palace.

Song Wenshu never despised the three major craftsmen of Wu Qishan.

Back then, the mysterious robbery gang that committed the "Fox Valley Massacre" was more powerful and hidden than the "Fisherman of the Night".

In that battle, Song Wenshu had a deep memory, Lu Changan and Ye Fei played a good strength, and at the same time defeated the strong with the weak.

Especially Lu Changan, assisted Hongsong Zhenren to kill the thief leader with a mysterious identity in the late stage of foundation building.

To this day, the identity of the mysterious thief is still a mystery.

……

Early the next morning.

Cao Yuan and the three returned, with a depressed expression, and met with Song Wenshu.

"Didn't catch it?" Song Wenshu was surprised.

The target is only an injured early stage nun, who has a limited escape speed and will most likely leave traces.

These few of them are all law enforcement monks from the Fire Palace, and they are good at tracking.

"Senior Brother Song, that female cultivator left traces within hundreds of miles of escaping from Wuqi Mountain, and then inexplicably interrupted the clues and lost her traces......

Cao Yuan's old face was slightly red, and he bowed his head in shame.

Lu Changan's eyes flashed slightly, paying attention to the details of what he said.

"It's just a small fish."

Song Wenshu sighed and didn't force it.

"Let Lu Daoyou laugh."

"Brother Song doesn't have to mind, that Pei Qiuyan is not an extremely evil person. Or God has the virtue of a good life, giving her a chance to be a new person. ”

Lu Changan remained silent and comforted.

After repeated defeats, Song Wenshu was in a bad mood, felt gloomy on his face, and offered to leave.

Before parting.

Lu Changan handed a brocade bag containing spirit stones to Song Wenshu, who reluctantly accepted it after several excuses.

In the name of it, hard work.

According to Lu Chang'an's understanding, because of his unusual background, Song Wenshu did not participate in the conquest of neighboring countries, and was responsible for the security inspection of the hinterland of Liang State and the periphery of the Fire Palace.

Wuqi Mountain, not far from the hinterland of Liang State, is also on the edge of the area where Song Wenshu patrolled law enforcement.

The Fox Valley, which is hundreds of miles away, is the Spirit Vein Dojo under the name of the Fire Palace.

……

Half a day after the departure of the Fire Palace monks.

Little Turtle Peak Cave Mansion, inside the underground secret room.

Creak!

The ground rat emerges from the hidden entrance of the chamber.

Open your mouth and spit out a storage bag.

He spat out a thin mask that had no sense of existence.

Lu Changan opened the storage bag and took a look, his face was unwavering.

The value of the items in it is not as good as that of the monks in the later stage of foundation building.

Pick up the Phantom Mask again.

Smell a trace of residual blood, and a faint feminine fragrance.

Although Pei Qiuyan was not a great evildoer, he obviously hated the three peak masters of Wuqi Mountain before he fled.

Lu Changan naturally would not leave such a hidden danger.

An injured foundation building in the early stage faced the secret attack of the second-order late ground rock rat, and was killed with one blow, without any suspense.

Looking at the Hundred Illusion Mask in his hand, Lu Changan revealed a hint of exploration.

This is the first time that the Mask of Illusions has obtained an identity by killing a target and devouring its blood and soul.

He put on a mask, a cold, eerie aura that melted into the skin without hindrance.

Kung Fu in the blink of an eye.

A white-clothed female cultivator with eyes like autumn water, ice muscles and jade skin, and a cold temperament, appeared in the secret room.

Creak!

The ground rock mouse's eyes widened, the hair on his whole body exploded, and he grinned his teeth, staring at "Pei Qiuyan" who was killed by himself not long ago.

"It's a pity, such a beauty."

Lu Chang'an drew a water mirror with his fingers, looking at the beautiful and beautiful female cultivator's delicate face, her skin was better than snow, her figure was slender and moving, and her long hair was as soft as silk.

(End of chapter)