In the gap of the small world of Longchuan, Luo Wushuang and Meng Juntong both entered the dream battlefield, and the victory or defeat of their battle determined who would carry the mission of Shaohua Dream City in the future.

And at this moment, the real crisis is also quietly coming, for the Huangquan Daoists hidden in Longchuan City, as well as the many dream hunter organizations attached to Huangquan Dao, they are all quietly gathering at this moment.

As early as two days ago, Luo Wushuang had already talked to Ah Wen about this matter, and more and more unknown monks entered Longchuan City.

For ordinary people, this Longchuan City is just a prosperous town, the capital of the Chu State, but for cultivators, it is a big cage. In the past ten years, almost no cultivators would take the initiative to enter Longchuan City, even if their ancestors were trapped in this city, their predecessors were helpless. Entering Longchuan City meant that a cultivator was bound to this place, and according to the original person, it would take at least a hundred years to have a chance to return to the world.

However, in recent days, there have been frequent cultivators who have taken the initiative to enter Longchuan City, some are mixed with tourists and business travelers, and some are openly entering Longchuan, of course, no matter what, as long as they step into the boundary of Longchuan with one foot, no matter how clever and mysterious their concealment is, they will not be able to escape Luo Wushuang's eyes.

It's just that the rules and regulations of Longchuan City do not restrict cultivators from entering Longchuan City independently, and Luo Wushuang has no other actions except for sending people to supervise those cultivators.

These Huangquan Daoists have always had the most intelligent noses, and their sense of smell is much sharper than that of the Heavenly Realm's spirit dogs.

As soon as the war subsided here, they were already a little overwhelmed.

The first person to enter Ah Wen's field of vision was a ghost-faced man holding a long knife, who was none other than one of the Shura sects of the Huangquan Dao, Shura Ghost Face.

Ah Wen sneered: "Do you really think that you have a chance to win, so it's a showdown?"

The gaze of the Shura ghost face only swept over Ah Wen, and finally stopped on the black hole behind him, and the pair of eyes behind the mask immediately revealed a light of excitement and cruelty. This opportunity is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you can get rid of Luo Wushuang and Meng Juntong, the two great enemies in one fell swoop, then from now on, when you return to Huangquan Dao, you will be under that person, and I am afraid that no one will oppose the underworld commander above ten thousand people.

"Hey, what kind of gaze are you, there are still living people here, why are you dreaming now?" Ah Wen was so dissatisfied that he gently tapped the ground with the bamboo knife in his hand, signaling the Shura ghost face to return to his soul.

Shura Ghost glanced at Ah Wen coldly, this ordinary-looking man, he really couldn't see anything special from head to toe, and he couldn't even sense the flow of the martial artist's breath.

Shura Ghost Face didn't say a word, and began to move forward, pulling out the ghost-headed long knife he was holding in his arms as he walked.

Ah Wen was a little injured, shook his head and said: "It's really no one in sight, this is really, forget it, it's a fine tradition of your Huangquan Dao, and it's not bad to be able to keep it." ”

Ah Wen thought to himself, and the Shura ghost had already rushed seven steps in front of Ah Wen, and the blade was swirling, just ready to put away this unsightly head that was still an eyesore here.

However, in the next moment, the eyes under the mask of the Shura ghost suddenly condensed, and the movements of the whole person stopped in mid-air.

Ah Wen's fingers lightly tapped the black bamboo knife in his hand, and he raised his eyes to look at the ghost face of Shura: "Why don't you cut it?"

Between the words, subtle filament red lines appeared in the throat, wrists, ankles, and joints of the limbs, and the red lines gradually became vivid, and the pupils of the Shura ghost face were already gray and lifeless.

Ah Wen got up, took the ghost-headed long knife from the hand of the Shura ghost-faced man, and gently weighed it in his hand: "It's still a Shura captain, I can't see it, I think about it in front of people on weekdays, and I am also an arrogant and accustomed master." ”

"Awen, the wine has been called for you. Aynis sprinted all the way, and in a blink of an eye, she had already come to Awen, and handed the heavy wine gourd in her arms to Awen, but her eyes were looking at the strange Shura ghost-faced man standing next to her.

Awen took the sword gourd in Anice's hand, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, pulled the stopper and took a sip.

"Hey, who are you!" Before Awen could say anything, Aenis reached out and patted the Shura ghost-faced man on the shoulder.

Hearing a commotion, the Shura ghost-faced man suddenly split apart and scattered all over the place.

Agnis was so frightened that she screamed, she hadn't killed someone, and the battlefield was bloody since she was a child, but it was the first time she had seen such a terrifying scene in front of her.

"I didn't do anything, he spread out on his own!" Agnis was so nervous that her voice cried.

Awen reached out and patted Agnis on the shoulder, "He's an enemy, I'll kill him." ”

"You?" Agnis looked at the cracked black bamboo knife in Avin's hand, "He...... You...... It's also too cruel. Agnis lowered her head, not daring to look at the loose body again.

Ah Wen was about to say something more, but when he saw a few figures in front of him walking towards this side again, Ah Wen pushed Aynis to the side: "You go to the Chu Palace first and stay with Xiao Yu Xiang Xuan and them, and leave it to me here." ”

Agnis turned her head and saw the guy with a different style of ghost mask, walking towards this direction, she hesitated and asked, "Are these people coming for the master?"

Ah Wen nodded, and hung the sword and wine gourd back on his waist: "Your master is a fragrant bait." ”

"Don't you need my help?" said Aenis with the courage to pluck up her strength, carrying the Canghai War Spear in her hand, obviously wanting to protect Meng Juntong here as well.

Ah Wen smiled: "I'm afraid it won't work this time, these guys are not suitable for you to use for training, next time you have a chance, you will encounter a general or something, leave it for you to practice, you should go to Xiao Yu and them now." ”

Seeing that Awen was not joking with herself, Aenis also knew that there was little point in her staying here: "Do you want to leave you a weapon, your bamboo knife...... Uh, is it still going to hold up?"

Ah Wen looked at the war spear in Anice's hand, then looked down at the black bamboo knife in his hand, and suddenly laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm the first swordsman in the Heavenly Gate of Sword Qi, everything in the world can't be a sword, let's go." ”

Aynis didn't stop any longer, turned around and walked away quickly, heading in the direction of the Chu Palace.