"I heard that Xue Lou hasn't found the whereabouts of the two immortal seals for the time being, maybe you can ask the person who collected the net."

Ye Lingtian muttered to himself.

He slowly stood up and grabbed the soft mink fur, which had been punctured before, but this one was warm and of better quality.

You're welcome, Ye Lingtian put on the mink fur and glanced at the scroll on the bow of the boat again.

With a wave of your hand.

The scroll flew into his hand.

Click!

With a slight pinch, the scroll shatters.

"Feng Yujun is a unique opponent, and the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra should also be unique."

Ye Lingtian said softly.

Shout!

He turned into an afterimage and flew away.

......

Outskirts.

A wooden house is shrouded in moonlight, a bonfire rises, and the smell of barbecue fills the air.

An elegant and handsome man in a white robe was roasting meat seriously, waving a folding fan in his hand gently, and the cooking smoke was bursting.

Next to him, a woman in a wheelchair looked at him seriously, with a sweet smile on her face.

Woooooo

Suddenly, a gust of wind struck, and the flames kept shaking.

The handsome man instantly looked up at the front, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

"Ah Pillow, what's wrong?"

The woman in the wheelchair looked at the man suspiciously.

The storyteller said softly, "It's okay! You go to the house for a while, and when the meat is done, I'll call you." ”

With that, he pushed the woman into the house.

Then he closed the door.

I walked out of the courtyard alone.

Outside the hospital.

Dozens of martial arts figures with swords in their hands appeared, staring at the storyteller with a strong killing intent in their eyes.

"Thief storyteller, tonight is your time of death."

A middle-aged man walked out, with a spear in his hand, pointing directly at the storyteller, his strength is not weak, the peak of the grandmaster!

"Sharpshooter, Wang Chong!"

The storyteller slowly revealed the person's identity.

Wang Chong said coldly: "Storyteller, before March, you killed my brother Wang Yin, this blood debt, it's time to settle it." ”

The storyteller smiled lightly: "Your brother is not a good thing, if he targets the spear of a certain family, he will kill all people, and as a result, a junior of that family escapes, so he spent a high price to find the net......"

"Shut up! What nonsense, how could my brother do such a dirty thing? It's just that you, a thief, kill people, and you dare to slander his innocence, and you are really looking for death. ”

Wang Chong roared angrily, and instantly killed the storyteller, and the spear in his hand swept out, with a terrifying coercion.

"Annoyed and angry? Your brother isn't a good thing, and neither are you. ”

The storyteller sneered and waved his folding fan, and a coercion erupted.

Rumble!

After a move.

Wang Chong was shocked back more than ten meters, and his face was extremely gloomy.

The storyteller stood still, waving his folding fan lightly and smiling, "Compared to your brother, you are a lot worse." ”

Wang Chong clenched his spear, looked at the surrounding martial arts people and said, "Fellow Daoists, please help me hunt down this thief." ”

"Shoot!"

These martial arts people didn't talk nonsense and immediately took action, and there were even a few grandmasters among them.

The murderous intent in the storyteller's eyes exploded, and he instantly killed the front.

"Ah......h

Bursts of screams rang out.

After a cup of tea.

There were all corpses on the ground, only the storyteller and Wang Chong were still standing, and Wang Chong had a few more scars on his body.

The storyteller was holding a blood-stained folding fan and staring at Wang Chong with a playful expression, just because these people also wanted to kill him? It's ridiculous.

"Damn it!"

Wang Chong saw that the situation was wrong, gritted his teeth, and resolutely fled for his life.

"Are you gone?"

The storyteller smiled coldly, stepped out with an arrow step, and suddenly came behind Wang Chong, just as he was about to make a move.

Shout!

A long sword flew in.

The storyteller's face changed slightly, and he immediately ducked.

Not far away, a Taoist priest appeared.

"Aomatsu Dao Chief!"

When Wang Chong saw the visitor, he couldn't help but look happy, because the person who came was Zhao Qingsong from Longhu Mountain.

"Qingsong Old Road!"

The storyteller stared at Zhao Qingsong with a solemn expression, and then glanced at the wooden house behind him, knowing that something was in trouble.

Zhao Qingsong glanced at the storyteller and sneered: "I didn't expect that there was an unexpected joy, before you went to my Dragon Tiger Mountain with the clothed guest, it was majestic, but now the poor road is just to eliminate the demon and guard the road, and cut you this thief." ”

The storyteller said in a deep voice: "Since the Taoist chief wants to kill me, it is better to go to the front and let the subordinates ask the Taoist master for his best moves." ”

Zhao Qingsong looked sarcastic and unmoved, his real goal here was not for the storyteller.

Seeing that Zhao Qingsong was indifferent, the storyteller froze in his heart, stopped talking nonsense, gritted his teeth, and instantly killed Zhao Qingsong.

"The mantis arm is a car, not self-sufficient."

Zhao Qingsong smiled coldly and waved the long sword in his hand.

Rumble!

The storyteller was directly blown away, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was extremely pale.

He is only at the peak of the Grandmaster, how can he be the opponent of the middle stage of the Great Grandmaster?

Seeing this, Wang Chong's face showed a touch of joy.

"Let's hit the road!"

Zhao Qingsong's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he walked towards the storyteller with a long sword.

Sting!

Just as he was about to continue his attack, a silver needle flew out of the wooden house.

Bite!

Zhao Qingsong waved his sword casually and shattered the silver needle.

Squeak!

The door of the chalet opens automatically.

The woman who was in a wheelchair walked out with a calm expression, and she was still holding a strange long sword in her hand.

"Ah Nian ......"

The storyteller looked at the woman stunned, can the other party stand up?

And what about her memories? Has it also recovered?

"Steal the door, Shen Nian!"

Zhao Qingsong looked at the woman coldly, this woman is not simple, the other party is from the thief door, and she also stole the evil sword of Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

The person who steals the door is good at stealing, between heaven and earth, pervasive, and the means are extremely special.

Shen Nian sighed lightly: "Qingsong Dao Chief, the little woman stole the evil slaying of Longhu Mountain, it really shouldn't be, now I will return the evil slaying to the Dao Chief, and ask the Dao Chief to raise his noble hand and give us a way out." ”

"Huh! What qualifications does a thief and a thief who cries and cries a dog have to live? Death is your destination. ”

Zhao Qingsong sneered again and again, before in Longhu Mountain, he could be said to have been beaten by the night owl and the clothed guest and others, and now he is killing two people to vent his inner anger.

The storyteller clenched the folding fan, blocked in front of Shen Nian, and said in a deep voice: "Ah Nian, you go first, I'll stop him." ”

Shen Nian's light skills were extraordinary, if she wanted to leave, even the Great Grandmaster-level Qingsong Dao Master would not be able to catch her.

"Hold me back? Joke! ”

Zhao Qingsong casually swung a sword, and the sword qi exploded.

The storyteller immediately resisted.

Shen Nian's eyes froze, and instead of fleeing, he swung his sword to resist.

Rumble!

The next moment, the two of them were knocked away, their bodies covered with sword wounds, and the wooden house behind them collapsed in an instant.

Sting!

The Sword of Slash is plunged into the ground.

"Die!"

A chill appeared on Zhao Qingsong's face, and he was about to draw his sword again.

"Wait!"

A lazy voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh?"

Zhao Qingsong turned around.

I happened to see a young man in a mink robe, with his hands in his sleeves, and a lazy expression, walking towards this direction.