The sound of neat footsteps could be heard in the distance, but up close, it turned out to be a group of twenty guards.

It's close, it's close. Sima Sulan hides behind a plum tree. The Guards happened to pass in front of her. She hurriedly held her breath, chanting to hide her figure.

When the group of guards passed in front of her one by one, her eyes were full of proud joy.

What she has is not just the title of the first talented woman in Bamboo City. Her innate talent, the talent of cultivating gods, has made her suffer from the doting of her family since she was a child, and the love of those old monsters in Zhucheng. Otherwise, it was based on her family background, how could she dare to think about someone who was too distant and beautiful?!

She has not only the support of the family, but also the support of Zhucheng.

It can be said that in Zhucheng, even the city lord of Zhucheng has to take care of three points of her words. Even if he was her elder!

As soon as Sima Sulan looked up, the piece of clothing that caught her eyes made her almost cry out in surprise. She hurriedly covered her open mouth, but it was too late for the breath that had already leaked.

"Captain, do you think you hear a voice?" the last guard, who was about to walk around the corner of the building, suddenly called out to the chief of the guard.

"Go back. Re-check. "A team of twenty people may not have many people, but if they send a message to the periphery and attract all the guards of the guardian temples of the other courtyards, then Mo Ran and Sima Sulan will not be able to fly even if they have wings.

Because most of the forces of Meicheng are here.

The men of the guards drew their waist knives one by one, and the light of the knife reflected the bright light, moving step by step, and every inch of land must be checked.

Sima Sulan, who was hidden behind the plum tree, began to turn pale.

On the plum tree, Mo Ran, hidden in the green leaves, began to tighten his dark green clothes.

"Here—"

Not far from them, behind a plum tree, they searched for a man dressed in black. Next is the competition of swords and swords.

Sima Sulan slowly put the raised heart back in its place. It seems that there are only two of them who are curious about the Plum God Temple in Plum City.

The sound of murder weapons clashing drew all the guardians on the periphery of the temple. The dense human face and the weapon that exuded a cold aura made Mo Ran's expression condense.

The small Meicheng, the small temple in the Meicheng, actually has nearly 30,000 guards?! The fact in front of him made Mo Ran frightened.

"Poof—"

Mo Ran's gaze moved slightly when he heard the voice. What caught my eye turned out to be that the man in black in that scene was defeated and was shot to death.

It's just that his eyes never closed, and before he died, he stared at the plum tree where Mo Ran and Sima Sulan were located.

Sima Sulan under the tree and Mo Ran on the tree both tensed their nerves. Fortunately, they didn't notice the strange gaze of the man in black before he died. He just picked up the man in black with a spear and walked about twenty meters away from the real temple and threw the body up.

Mo Ran and Sima Sulan's pupils shrank sharply. Their pupils reflect that—

When the corpse was thrown into the air, an enchantment that protected the temple and the large plum tree suddenly appeared. The corpse was instantly swallowed by the barrier.

Not an illusion. Mo Ran and Sima Sulan really saw the corpse for a few blinks of an eye, and the blood was lost, and they became thinner, and then turned into ashes. And the plum tree in the enchantment was in their sight, the plum blossoms were more colorful and delicate, and the liquid in the veins was so red that it was about to fall, like blood.