Looking at Mochen, who was sitting in front of the door of the room, holding a book and looking at it carefully, Yue Yi walked straight over.

"Mochen, it's still early, how about we go to Wuhun City to play for a while." Yue Yi looked at Mo Chen and asked softly.

"It's getting dark now." Mochen stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky, slowly closing the book.

"You don't know, in Wuhun City at night, there is a street that is very lively, all of them sell delicious food, let's go play for a while, don't bring other people, and other people don't know." Yue Yi looked at Mo Chen and said seriously.

"Is this okay without anyone else?" Mo Chen asked with some hesitation.

"What's not to do, I have money, and the janitors don't dare to stop me." Yue Yi patted her pocket and signaled that she had money.

"Okay then." Mochen thought about it and agreed.

After Yue Yi saw that Mo Chen agreed to come down, she took Mo Chen and walked towards the outside of the Pope's Palace.

"Young master, it's so late, are you going..."The templar who was in charge of guarding the Pope's palace looked at Yue Yi who came out, and asked symbolically.

"We're walking around the neighborhood and we'll be back soon." Yue Yi waved her hand, and walked out of the Pope's Palace with ink dust.

The two of them played for nearly two hours in the bustling Wuhun City, and were about to return to the Pope's Palace when a middle-aged man dressed in white, with black hair, scattered behind his back, and eyes like swords, suddenly walked out at the end of the street.

The middle-aged man stood in front of the two, looking Yue Yi up and down, his eyes were calm, without the slightest wave.

"Uncle, you're in the way." Yue Yi looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and found that no matter how he walked, this middle-aged man was in front of him.

"His Royal Highness, the young master of the Pope's Palace, in the lower wind White Dragon, wants to invite you to be a guest." A gentle voice came from the mouth of the wind white dragon.

"Guest? I'm not going. In Yueyi's eyes, she couldn't help but be vigilant, and wanted to take a few steps back.

"Your Highness, don't wait, the people who are secretly following you will not appear." Feng Bailong looked at Yue Yi's thing, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"What are you going to do, this is Wuhun City!" Mo Chen looked at the wind white dragon and directly blocked in front of Yue Yi.

"One, or two, it doesn't make a difference, it's just that you're invited to come and be a guest." Feng Bailong glanced at the two of them, shot out directly, grabbed the collars of the two, and the figure disappeared in place in a few flashes.

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The Pope's Palace, a middle-aged man with several sword marks on his body, red blood, and a middle-aged man who kept dripping from his body, staggered back to the Pope's Palace.

"What's going on?" The Templar at the door looked at the middle-aged man who came back and asked in surprise.

"Less... Something happened to the young master, Wind White Dragon! The middle-aged man looked at the Templar and said in a hoarse voice.

Hearing this, the Templar was involuntarily slightly stunned, and then ran into the Pope's Palace without any hesitation and reported the matter.

Soon, all the elders and worshippers in the entire papal hall walked out of their rooms like frying pans and stood in the main hall of the papal palace.

Even in the Douluo Palace, Jun Xuehan and Qian Lingxue, who were subject to the assessment, did not hesitate and walked out of the Douluo Palace.

When the two came to the Pope's Palace, they found that Bibi Dong and Qiandaoliu were one step ahead of them and came to the Pope's Palace, glaring at the people below.

"What the hell is going on, Yue Yi is in Wuhun City, how can something happen." Qian Lingxue's eyes were a little red, and her eyes looked closely at the middle-aged man kneeling below.

Jun Xuehan didn't say a word, but the hands behind him were involuntarily clenched, a pair of silver eyes were full of coldness, and the momentum of the whole body loomed.

"Your Majesty, the matter is ......"

The person kneeling below, before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Qianrenxue.

"Don't talk nonsense, talk about the point, who did it, where is Yueyi!" The voice of Qianrenxue continued to echo in the Pope's Palace.

"Feng Bailong, he said that he wanted to invite the young master back as a guest, but his subordinates couldn't stop him, and the people who secretly protected the young master, he only let me come back alone." The middle-aged man kneeling below, without any hesitation, told the truth about the matter.

"Wind White Dragon, Wind Sword Sect!"

"Hehe, what a Wind Sword Sect, what a Wind White Dragon!"

"Wind Sword Sect, Wind White Dragon, robbing people from Wuhun City."

"Wind White Dragon, you've crossed the line!"

Four different voices came out of the mouths of Qianrenxue, Qiandaoliu, Bibi Dong, and Jun Xuehan.

"Send everyone in the Pope's Palace to find the people of the Wind Sword Sect along the border of the two empires, and no matter what, find Yue Yi." Bibi Dong slowly raised his head, and a ray of red flashed in his eyes.

"I haven't made a move for so long, but now it seems that I need it, and I can move my muscles." Qiandaoliu slowly got up and glanced at the worship hall, several worshippers and elders.

"Wind White Dragon, if you dare to hurt Yue Yi, I will wash your Wind Sword Sect with blood." Qian Lingxue's hands couldn't help but clench together, looking in the direction of the Star Luo Empire.

"The Wind White Dragon can't run, the Wind Sword Sect, isn't it in the territory of the Star Luo Empire?" Jun Xuehan reached out and took off the hairpin on his head, and the silver dragon spear appeared in his hand, flashing under his feet: five black, three red, and eight soul rings.

Stretching out his hand and opening a spatial crack, Jun Xuehan dragged the silver dragon spear and walked straight into the spatial crack.

And Qianrenxue, Qiandaoliu, Bibi Dong, the remaining six worshippers of the Offering Hall, and Ju Ghost Douluo followed Jun Xuehan and walked into the spatial crack.

The rest of the people walked out of the Pope's Palace directly and walked along the border of the two empires to find the figure of the White Dragon.

Wuhun City, the originally peaceful night, was also completely shaken due to the vibration of the Wuhun Palace.

The Templars belonging to the Pope's Palace patrolled neatly in the Martial Soul City, looking for the figure of the Wind White Dragon, and countless soul masters, investigating from all corners.

And the news that the young master of the Martial Spirit Palace, who was robbed by the sect master of the Wind Sword Sect: Wind White Dragon, was also like a gust of fresh wind, spreading in the Martial Spirit City.

The sect masters of each sect, after hearing the news, immediately dressed up and asked the people under their hands to help find it.

Not because of anything else, just because this is an opportunity to sell favors, if you can help bring people back, then you don't have to think about it at all, Wuhun Hall gives a return, or the favor you get, what you get is far greater than what you give.

For a while, the entire Wuhun City became brightly lit, some people were helping to find it in Wuhun City, and some people were going directly to the place where the Wind Sword Sect was located, ready to wait for the rabbit.

After all, if they can't find the Wind White Dragon, can't they find the Wind Sword Sect yet?

(End of chapter)