At the junction of Jiuchang Street and other streets, two groups of people gathered here.

One of them is led by Applejack, who has been given a life, and the other is led by a large flower arm with dyed red hair.

The man with the flower arm had a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Applejack and the others with disdain.

A moment later, several black cars came, Zhang Luo got out of the car, and Yang Shu and Long Yan got out of the car with him.

When the man with the flower arm saw Yang after the operation, his pupils shrank, threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, and subconsciously stood up straight.

He is a monk under Xu Tianxiong, and in the late stage of the Ascending Towers Realm, he is still missing the last floor to practice a technique to the twelfth-story floor, so as to break through to the peak of the Ascending Towers Realm.

Because he had seen Xu Tianxiong's strength, he knew very well what kind of weight the Thirteen Taibao of Falling Dragon City had!

"Hall Master Zhang."

The flower-armed man greeted Zhang Luo with a smile, "I am Qin Bing, a member of the Void Spirit Sword Sect Xu Tianxiong and Xu Ye." ”

"Hello."

Zhang Luo nodded and said directly, "Tell me about the situation you have." ”

If Zhang Luo had spoken to Qin Bing with this attitude a month ago, Qin Bing would have been very unhappy, because his cultivation was higher than Zhang Luo's.

But now Zhang Luo is no longer what it used to be, he is Li Jingzhong's life-saving benefactor, and he has subdued Yang Shu, so Qin Bing has no dissatisfaction, and said very politely:

"Recently, a monk instructed mortals to come to the lottery shop to make trouble, Hall Master Zhang should know, right?"

"Hmm."

"Today I have been staying in a lottery shop in Xu Ye, waiting for a mortal who has been cast, and after the other party left, I followed out, but soon lost, and the monk behind the scenes used some kind of illusion to mislead me. However, I managed to catch the monk's aura from the mortal, and tracked it all the way here. ”

Qin Bing spread out his left hand as he spoke, and a spiritual aperture lit up in his palm, and then a small cyan grass grew out of his palm.

"This is a Yellow Rank Upper Grade Technique that I have cultivated, called 'Tracing Grass', which is a spell specially used for tracking."

Zhang Luo glanced at the grass in the palm of the other party's palm, and saw that the grass moved without wind, constantly deviating in a certain direction behind him.

"Hall Master Zhang, nine times out of ten, the other party is a bold wild cultivator, and he happens to be hiding on your territory."

Qin Bing said with a smile, indicating that he did not doubt Zhang Luo's meaning.

He didn't think that this monk would be Zhang Luo's person, because now that Zhang Luo has a movie and a lottery ticket, and he makes money every day, how can he do something that offends everyone for this benefit?

Unless Zhang Luo is a pen, it is impossible for a pen to become the youngest deputy hall master of the Dragon Martial Sect.

Zhang Luo frowned slightly, always feeling that things shouldn't be so simple.

If the monk behind the scenes dared to do such a thing, how could he be tracked down so easily?

"You go with me to find someone, and the rest of the people you bring with you stay here."

Zhang Luo said to Qin Bing in an unquestionable tone.

Tonight, the Qin soldiers brought three Nayuan Realm monks and more than fifty gun-wielding junior brothers.

Qin Bing hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded:

"Okay."

He thinks very clearly:

The other party can't be Zhang Luo's person, unless Zhang Luo is a bad pen.

It is impossible for Zhang Luo to deliberately shield or let the other party go, unless Zhang Luo is a bad pen.

It is even more impossible for Zhang Luo to be unfavorable to him, unless Zhang Luo is a bad pen.

So he was very relieved to follow Zhang Luo alone.

So the group quickly left, moving quickly in the direction pointed by the small grass in Qin Bing's hand.

Ten minutes later, everyone came to the slum area of Jiuchang Street, facing rows of low brick houses.

"Let people guard all the exits of this area."

Outside the slums, Zhang Luo instructed Long Yan.

Long Yan turned around and ordered a few captains who led the team to run errands.

"Let's go."

After a while, Zhang Luo motioned for Qin Bing to go in.

So a group of people walked into the slum with flashlights, walking down the mud and garbage paths, smelling the pungent stench.

Qin Bing covered his nose with a look of disgust, but Zhang Luo, Yang Shu and the others all looked calm.

A few minutes later, Qin Bing stopped in front of a house, pointed to the door, and signaled that someone was in it.

Zhang Luo turned his head and glanced at Yang Shu beside him, Yang Shu understood, and a flame rose in his eyes, blooming with light.

He stared at the room in front of him for a moment, and said softly:

"There was a man, a woman and a little girl inside, all mortals, no monks."

When Zhang Luo heard this, he turned his head to look at Qin Bing.

"Impossible! I can't go wrong with my spells! ”

Qin Bing said decisively, very confident in his technique.

"You go and see, don't be in a hurry."

Zhang Luo instructed Yang Shu.

Yang Shu nodded silently, took a step forward first, and a certain spiritual aperture in his body lit up like a star, and then eight spiral-shaped flames appeared around his body, and then hidden.

Qin Bing looked at this scene with envious eyes, he knew that this was the fire system's Yellow Rank Upper Grade Technique 'Eight Fire Dance', it was a defensive technique, and only by practicing to the highest twelve-story floor could he summon an eight-sided fire shield at one time!

After preparing his defenses in advance, Yang Shu walked to the door of the house and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

Soon, a man's voice came from inside the house.

Yang Shu didn't speak, just continued to knock on the door.

"Who the hell is it?"

The man's tone became disgruntled.

“.......”

Yang Shu still didn't speak.

Squeak –

The old door opened a crack, and a man looked at Yang Shu with vigilant eyes in the room:

"Who are you?"

"Longwumen is doing business."

Yang Shu said.

"What do you say?"

The man's eyes were surprised, and then he followed the light of the flashlight and saw the group of people not far behind Yang Shu.

"Luo, Luoye?!"

The man looked at Zhang Luo not far away in disbelief, and subconsciously opened the door completely.

Now everyone outside saw his appearance clearly.

The man wore a white vest with a coat over it, a bandage on his head, a plaster cast on his left arm, and a flaming star in his right hand.

This person is Lin Changwei!

"Huh?"

Zhang Luo saw that the other party knew him, turned his head and asked Long Yan, "Is he our person?" ”

"Are you...... Lin Changwei? ”

Long Yan called out Lin Changwei's name.

The other party can be among the best in the assessment every month, but he behaves very cowardly every time, and the captain who leads the team has a very low evaluation of him, so Long Yan has some impressions of Lin Changwei.

"Dragon, Lord Dragon?"

After Lin Changwei saw Long Yan, he no longer suspected that he had seen the wrong person.

"He's a member of the Seventh Squad of the 3rd Action Brigade below us."

Long Yan said to Zhang Luo.

"The aura of the tracking grass lock is on him."

At the same time, Qin Bing also spoke.

He looked at Zhang Luo with a look of surprise, and then at Lin Changwei.

Could this matter really be related to Zhang Luo?

Could it be that Zhang Luo is really a bad pen?

......

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