Updated: 2014-03-17

At the same time, Wang An also had a feeling that the more he talked about Qunfang Pavilion, there was a bad feeling.

Doubts arose in his heart, and the light in his eyes burst out, and Wang An was surprised at this moment.

Wu Song, Miao Cuihua, Dong Ping, Wang An have already seen the luck, it was still light red, and even red luck, but at this time, it actually faded, and a trace of gray and black faintly appeared.

That is a sign of bad qi, could it be that this group of Fang Pavilion is the tiger's den of Longtan.

Wang An is confident that he can fight with Wu Song and Miao Cuihua. As for winning or losing, Wang An is not absolutely sure.

Even their luck has turned bad, I'm afraid that this time when they go to Qunfang Pavilion, I'm afraid the prospects are not good.

After inquiring about these clearly, Wu Song and they have almost eaten, and for a martial artist like them, it doesn't matter if they eat or not. The aura of heaven and earth enters the body, and it is almost impossible to get hungry.

Miao Cuihua said at this time: "Let's go, let's go and see this group of Fang Pavilion, this seat is interested in him!"

Leave first when you speak.

Walking to the street, at this time Wang An suddenly said: "I think this group of Fang Pavilion is a little weird, the vice deans have all said that there are preparatory core students who will not return, I am afraid it is not good for us to swagger forward like this! I think it is better to act separately and go separately!"

"Coward, this is the Daqing Kingdom, what is the strength of the academy, Qunfang Pavilion, even if it is not inferior to those first-class forces, they dare not do anything to us. Obviously, Wu Song didn't think that there would be a problem when he went, and he didn't hesitate to sarcastically say that Wang An was already a dead man in his eyes anyway.

Guan Zhong suddenly said at this time: "Senior, sister and senior brother are highly cultivated, but we are not afraid, but unfortunately we are far inferior to the preparation of core students, I think it is better to be careful, let's act separately!"

"Not bad!" Dong Ping and Buyun echoed in with each other!

They are a trinity.

Wu Song was indignant, what preparatory core students were extremely clever, not opponents. Dong Ping's battle with Wang An, he has also seen it, although it may not be able to catch up with the most powerful preparatory core students, it is definitely much more powerful than most preparatory core students. Just about to have a seizure.

Miao Cuihua spoke first: "I have long heard that Senior Brother Guan Zhong is wise, and he has no last resort. Then so be it, it's better to separate from each other, don't contact, and meet in the mass grave a day later!"

This leads to a direct decision. Wu Song snorted coldly and didn't speak, maybe it would be better to follow Wang An and kill him directly. This is the order of Vice President Fang Zhongxin.

As soon as Miao Cuihua's voice fell, Wang An hugged his fists and saluted: "Senior sister, senior brother will leave!" As soon as the voice fell, she strode away, and a few of them shone in the crowd, but they disappeared without a trace.

Wu Song left in a hurry without saying a word, and suddenly several people separated.

After walking for a while, Wang An's eyebrows furrowed, and he was still following, so get rid of him.

Thinking of this, Wang An's body shook and immediately disappeared without a trace, and soon Wu Song came here, but he didn't see anyone, what kind of secret method was that.

But even if Wang An doesn't appear, it will be difficult for Wu Song, anyway, Wang An is going to Qunfang Pavilion, so where to wait, Qunfang Pavilion is a little mysterious, is it to use Qunfang Pavilion to kill Wang An, Wu Song slowly calculated.

In the space opened up by Wang An, Wang An's body "click, click, click", there was a sound, the appearance on his face, and his figure have changed a little, and even the breath on his body has become different, unless Wang An himself is exposed, I am afraid that no one will be able to detect that he is Wang An, this is where Li Rong came from the power of the qi trick.

After doing this, he stayed for a little longer, and it is estimated that Wu Song, who was tracking him, had left, and Wang An returned to the street in addition to space.

This time, Wang An's appearance has changed greatly, his figure is extremely ordinary, and his appearance is even more popular, that is the appearance that no one will recognize when he enters the crowd.

Dressed in a gray robe, it was the law of killing, and the treasure robe that absorbed blood condensed was transformed.

After choosing a good direction, Wang An strode towards the direction of Qunfang Pavilion.

Qunfang Pavilion is not in Yangzhou City, it is by the Yangzhou River in ten miles, Wang An has a feeling that most of the crowd is heading somewhere.

"Ergouzi, you want to go to Qunfang Pavilion again!" came the voice of a passer-by in his ear.

"Tiedan, you don't want to go yet, Lao Tzu has accumulated for half a year, and finally saved enough money to enter the song theater, Li Niang's voice is so good, if you don't hear it, I can't sleep well!"

Soon Wang An came to Qunfang Pavilion, where there are pavilions and pavilions within a radius of ten miles. There was also a stream of water.

How to look at how comfortable, giving people a sense of tranquility and far-reaching, but also pleasing to the eye, it seems that Qunfang Pavilion should be like this.

Wang Anxin felt that something was wrong, and the light in his eyes flashed over, and he suddenly showed a trace of surprise.

Although he didn't open the third eye, it stands to reason that Wang An's eyes also have some effects of the eye of heaven, but he didn't see anything, but he just felt that this was carefully arranged by the master and had a unique flavor. Flawless.

There is no flaw, this is the biggest mistake, but it is not safe to use the eye of the sky here, and Wang An did not look at it again,

It's a big deal, the formation, the ban, Wang An is not afraid. Immediately, Wang An followed the crowd towards the gate.

In front of the gate, there are countless small maids, where the maids stand, all of them are in good spirits, not to mention all handsome guys and beauties, at least they are not ugly.

Something special. At the same time, all of them are powerful, and they are actually all cultivators in the physical training period, although they are only in the realm of blood training. That's also remarkable, there are at least twenty here, and each person is definitely no more than thirty years old, which is comparable to the average second-rate sect.

At this moment, a voice came: "Please, let me in, I will mortgage my daughter to you at most!"

There is such a thing.

Someone discussed: "This person is crazy, he can think of it when he mortgages his daughter, if Lao Tzu has such a relative, he will be killed directly, so as not to be ashamed!"

"What a hard mouth, if you have seen any palace masters, I'm afraid you will be willing to sell your parents! But this guy is destined not to succeed, Qunfang Pavilion will not do such a thing!"

"Leave quickly, so as not to suffer from the flesh and skin, for your sake, there are fifty taels of silver tattooed here, take it and leave!" said a man in his thirties, dressed in black and wearing a red cloak behind his back, with an indifferent face.

"It actually alarmed Steward Han. This kid is lucky, Steward Han looks indifferent, but he is the most compassionate!" Apparently a regular customer here said at this time.

"Ding San, Ding Si, pull this guy away!" Looking at the guy who was begging and even pushing out the timid little girl behind him, Steward Han said coldly.

Immediately two men stepped forward and took the man away.

"Don't go in, it's not good here, how many people abandon their wives and children just to get in!" said a white-haired old man in a hoarse voice at this time.

It's a pity that no one listened to him, and some people even scolded angrily: "You old immortal, you came to slander the reputation of Qunfang Pavilion again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu killed you!"

The old man wanted to cry without tears.

Wang An was surprised, and one of the people next to him was surprised when he saw Wang An, and said at this time: "Leave him alone, that old guy has been here for a few years, saying that his three sons lost their family property in order to enter Qunfang Pavilion, and sold their wives." In the end, he actually died, and the old guy came here every day to slander him, but fortunately, Steward Han couldn't see it, so he didn't want to take it over, otherwise he would have starved to death. It's really kind and there is no good reward, and those who eat other people's Qunfang Pavilion still come to slander others!"

Wang An gasped, this group of Fang Ge is too cruel, I'm afraid that the drugs on the earth are only up to this level.

What is there in it that attracts everyone?

Soon Wang An entered the Qunfang Pavilion, which was full of smooth roads, mixed with flowers and plants, and was well situated.

Exceptionally comfortable.

Another little guy came over, "Please come with me when you listen to the song, and follow me for gambling money...... Suddenly the crowd began to diverge.

Wang An went directly to the little guy who was listening to the song, and there were hundreds of people behind him.

Soon I came to a courtyard, where there was a long corridor, shaded by trees, and there were already many people on the corridor, one by one anxiously waiting for something.

The little guy came here and said in a low voice: "This scene is still over with a stick of incense, everyone wait, you can buy tickets in advance, only a thousand people will be sold!"

At the same time, there were small servants coming over, interspersed in the crowd, and brought tea. One by one, they are agile, and they are also in the period of physical training, and they are practicing the martial arts of the blood realm.

Wu Zong is a little master even if he is in the Daqing Kingdom, and he is just a little maid here. This group of Fang Pavilion is really a bit scary.

Sitting down and drinking tea, Wang An frowned slightly, and then showed a comfortable appearance, and even became intoxicated.

I secretly muttered in my heart, this hand is really tempting for mortals.

This tea is actually Ning Soul tea, although it is not very attractive to people above the martial artist, but there is a feeling of refreshment and comfort when you drink it, and at the same time, this tea is also very good for ordinary people, of course, it is attractive enough.

"Little brother, it's your first time here!" At this time, a guy dressed as a businessman beside Wang An suddenly asked.

"How can you see it!" Wang An turned his head and asked lightly, "Who are this old man!"

"Hehe, if it weren't for the first time, I wouldn't be so intoxicated, and I'd be looking around again, what kind of brother, seeing that the little brother is a cultivator, I, Jia Ming, can't afford it. ”

A martial artist is a little higher than the average person, Jia Ming's words are good.

Wang An showed a smile, interesting, Jia Ming, not one of Wu Song, this is also a person with a heart, Jia Ming, just a pseudonym.

At this time, Wang An said: "There are all brothers in the four seas, Brother Jia looks older than me, and he deserves it!

Jia Ming was stunned, this guy teased me, he actually saw through that I was a pseudonym, and there was no such person.

"Seeing each other is fate, if we play together for a while, there are a lot of places to play in this group of Fangge, so hurry up and buy tickets. Little brother, your ticket, my brother bought it for you!"