"Heavy breathing, agitated blood ......"

Chen Mu focused his attention on the artistic conception of Xunfeng, and raised the perception of Qiu Fengjue to the most acute level as much as possible, even if there were many people in the scene, messy and mixed, he could still keenly capture the breath of the unknown characters, and perceive the past one by one.

The warrior's qi and blood were thick, and his breathing was light and long, which was easy to distinguish compared to ordinary people, and soon most of them were excluded at once, and only two people remained.

The breath of these two people is relatively long, and the qi and blood are also heavy, but the specific Yi Muscle Realm or the Forging Bone Realm cannot be judged very accurately, after all, Chen Mu's current Xunfeng artistic conception, although it is the artistic conception he first mastered, but it is the shallowest of the three artistic conceptions, in the case of mixed scenes, and no action on each other, the difference is too subtle to distinguish.

But.

Chen Mu was not embarrassed at this time, because he just couldn't accurately judge whether these two people were in the Yi Muscle Realm or the Forging Bone Realm, but it would definitely not be higher, and it was nothing to shoot directly, but because Yan Wansi might not be among these two people, there was still no need to startle the snake, just a little temptation.

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Mu gently raised his hand, took a sip of wine from the wine cup, and at the same time, his fingertips shook slightly, and a drop of water flew out silently, falling towards the nearest person.

"Huh?"

The man was very keen, and although he couldn't distinguish the source of the drop of water for a while, he still flicked his fingers when the drop was about to fall on his body, and flew out the drop of wine again.

Good kung fu, but it's not this person......

Chen Mu's heart moved slightly, it was nothing to react keenly when the water droplets were approaching just now, but he could flick his fingers lightly, so that the drop of wine did not splash, but flew out again like a jade bead, this is not something that simple strength can do, and it also requires the control of the strength to the slightest, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

This person is also a Bone Forging Realm, but this kind of subtle control over rigidity and softness is not something that Yan Wansi can practice from a clay-legged background, and judging from his hand shape, he will not be more than thirty years old, and he is most likely one of the disciples of the Four Sects.

Silently, with a snap of his fingers, after knocking off a drop of wine, the man did not make any other movements, and continued to sit and watch the song and dance, but vaguely seemed to begin to sense the movement around him, and looked at the people around him.

Chen Mu didn't care.

The man remained silent and did not make any movement, which was just right for him, so he turned his gaze to the other man, pointed his fingertips, and popped out a drop of wine again.

However, the other person seemed to be a little too unbearable, he didn't notice the flying wine at all, he was directly dripped on his body, and penetrated into it all of a sudden, and his body reacted when he came into contact with the wine, his hair tightened, and the whole person was startled, and when he saw that his shoulders were slightly wet, it seemed to be the wine splashed by the person next to him when drinking, and he shook his head and relaxed.

During the whole process, his qi and blood also fluctuated, but he was just a martial artist of the Yi Muscle Realm.

"Neither of these two is so, so ......"

Chen Mu looked up slightly and looked at the ceiling above.

There is a third floor on the Yellow Oriole Pavilion, where there are separate private rooms, where you can not only order the singers and dancers of the Yellow Oriole Pavilion, but also do some romantic things.

Thoughts together.

Chen Mu said lightly: "I'm a little tired, take me upstairs to rest." ”

Xiaolian was kneeling beside her obediently, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but be stunned, but she still responded prettyly, so she helped Chen Mu up and led Chen Mu to the third floor.

But at this moment, a drop of wine suddenly flew and landed on Chen Mu's shoulder, if you look closely, you can see that in that drop of wine, there is a faint hint of unusual luster, and there is a faint trace of sword light contained in it.

However, Chen Mu seemed to be unconscious, and was supported by Xiaolian to get up, until the drop of wine was approaching, and only then did a finger stick out of the sleeve on the left side and flick it lightly against the drop of wine.

Multiply.

This time, the drink was not bounced out again, but with a sound on his fingertips, it disappeared at once.

As if he was just doing it casually, Chen Mu didn't look in the direction where the wine was flying, so as if he was slightly drunk, he left the hall with the help of Xiaolian next to him and went to the third floor.

And not far away.

A figure wearing a black cloth hat, but there was a hint of surprise in the eyes behind the black cloth.

He was the first person Chen Mu had tried before, and after carefully observing and finding that it was Chen Mu who shot out the wine, he also took a temptation, but his temptation was not trivial, and that drop of wine contained a trace of artistic conception power, but it was extinguished by understatement.

"Who is this person? How can I destroy my sword intent so easily......"

From his perception and observation of Chen Mu, he could also judge that Chen Mu was not very old, and he was also within thirty years old, first of all, he was definitely not his senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect, because only if he practiced the 'mortal dust' sword intent, he would come to the place where the fence was checked, and secondly, it would not be the people of the Blood Hidden Building and the Hehuan Sect, the Blood Hidden Building was heavy on concealment and assassination, and would not make a tentative move like just now, not to mention the Hehuan Sect, all of them were women, and it was possible for the Xuanji Pavilion, but most of the disciples of the Xuanji Pavilion were talkative, and there were few people like Chen Mu who could sit there quietly.

Well.

By the way, among the younger generation of Yucheng, there seems to be a figure who is not a disciple of the Four Sects.

"Could it be him?"

Lu Yuan pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head.

If it's the one from the Supervision Department who came here to investigate something, then it's possible, and it doesn't come for him to see that this situation is not for him, so there's no need to wade into this troubled water, but this person is really from a poor background?

The Seven Xuanzong can even omit such a figure, and they are not included in the door, they are really closed for too long, too high, and they should be the true leader of their generation, and even the fourth sword of Zuo Qianqiu's 'Seven Swords of Intercepting the Heavens' can't be stopped.

However, Zuo Qianqiu was originally the only peerless figure in their Heavenly Sword Sect in the past hundred years who comprehended the artistic conception of the 'Heavenly Sword', and was recognized as the first true legend in the past hundred years.

Come to think of it.

Lu Yuan couldn't help but sigh secretly, it was undoubtedly a sadness that a character like Zuo Qianqiu was born in the same era, and under its dazzling light, anyone could only be eclipsed.

However, he couldn't even squeeze in the top ten of the inner door, and his thoughts about fighting recently have become lighter, drinking every day, listening to music, and following the senior brothers to mingle for a long time, this generation will see Zuo Qianqiu carrying the Ding alone and sweeping the world.

……

Yellow Bird Pavilion.

Three floors.

Located in a house in the southeast corner.

A man in his forties, with a thin face and a long-healed sword wound on his forehead, was sitting cross-legged, drinking the wine in front of him.

In front of her was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a light green dance dress, her bare jade feet gently stepping on the wooden floor of pineapple, her body dancing smartly, her slender waist was full of hand, soft as if there were no bones.

A dance.

The girl maintained a posture of leaning back and bending her waist, and after a while, she turned around, looked at the thin man behind a few cases in front of her, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, are you dancing well?" ”

There seems to be some uncivilized childishness between the girl's eyebrows and eyes, but there seems to be a trace of charm in her eyes that does not match the childishness.

"Good, good......"

Yan Wansi grinned, completely aroused, and the whole person rushed out from the back of several cases at once, pressed the girl under him, and with only two strokes, he ripped the light green dance skirt to pieces.

The girl's face suddenly showed a look of panic, and she writhed and struggled: "Don't, the guest officer can't...... People are Qing people, and they don't pick up customers......"

"Humph! If you can't figure anything out, I'll just take this bite. ”

Yan Wansi looked at the girl's panicked appearance, and became more and more excited, the girl's charm just now obviously had the intention of seducing, what a clear person, not picking up customers, most of them just acted for him, it just happened that he really liked this mouthful, when the black cloud thief had been in a panic for many years, he loved to see those girls from good families panic, and he pressed them to the ground, struggling uselessly.

Other ordinary women didn't have much interest in him.

The girl struggled in panic, but she didn't seem to have much strength, and Yan Wansi picked up a broken dance skirt and stuffed it into her mouth, and she couldn't make a sound, and tears welled up in her innocent eyes, making a crying sound.

But at this moment.

Bang!

The closed door wall was suddenly pierced by something, and a streamer of light accompanied by the sound of breaking the air struck towards Yan Wansi.

Yan Wansi reacted very quickly, the whole person was still lying on the ground pressing the girl one moment, and the next moment it bounced up suddenly, like a flexible gecko, and it was attached to the wall at once, and at the same time, his eyes also saw the streamer that broke through the air.

But it's a delicate branch!

It seemed that the flower branch on the outside was picked off casually, but at this time, it broke through the air, not only penetrated the hard door panel, but also directly nailed it into the pineapple plank that was as hard as iron and stone, and the delicate plum blossom at the top did not even damage a petal!

Yan Wansi's pupils contracted violently, and the whole person barely hesitated, and suddenly hit the direction of the window sill, and directly smashed the closed window, and was about to rush out of the Huangli Pavilion.

However.

At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

"Stay."

Accompanied by this sound, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air, still a flower branch, the last to come, from the left oblique attack to Yan Wansi, Yan Wansi moved extremely fast, obviously smashed the window, his body was already in mid-air, but he writhed stiffly, and avoided to the right, but then another flower branch, flying from the right side, castration was more rapid, and it was faintly accompanied by a trace of thunder and light arc, and there was more sharp sharpness.

Yan Wansi's face was extremely ugly, the whole person was a carp in the air, forcibly unfolded his body, and at the same time hooked his right hand to the edge of the window sill, pulling hard, he could avoid the flying flower branches, but the whole person was forced to retreat into the house.

A cold wind poured in from the broken windowsill.

With Yan Wansi's martial arts realm, the existence of the Bone Forging Realm naturally did not feel uncomfortable because of this cold, but at this moment, his entire body and mind were cold, and his face was ugly looking at the figure who had just pushed open the door and walked in calmly.

Although the figure was wearing a green robe and a black cloth hat, and he couldn't distinguish his face, but with the power of the three flower branches just now, and the power of wind and thunder attached to them, Yan Wansi had already understood who the person in front of him was.

Inspector Si Du Si!

Chen Mu!

(End of chapter)