Wang Hao saw that Mu Zhendao was pointing at Liu Rufeng, and he scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and he couldn't wait to come forward to talk to her in person.

After Mu Zhen finished speaking, he hurriedly took over the conversation and said, "Girl, Master Mu Zhen is a good word, you must not be so naughty in the future!"

He didn't mention the matter of making Liu Rufeng admit his mistake, and he also asked her not to be naughty with the mentality of her brother who loves her sister.

Liu Rufeng was stunned for a moment after listening to Mu Zhen's words, and then after listening to Wang Hao's words, he covered his mouth and laughed, his voice was like a yellow warbler in a deep valley, a hundred spirits on the clouds, it was very beautiful!

Everyone else looked at her inexplicably, wondering why she was laughing.

Xue Buyu was also secretly laughing, this Liu Rufeng is the third disciple of the Leaving Palace, his cultivation is profound, and he has long been unknown to have practiced for hundreds of years, calling Mu Zhen a little monk, not only is it right, but he also calls him older.

According to Xue Buyu's thoughts, it's almost the same to be called a little monk!

He snickered to himself here, couldn't hold back for a moment, and sighed.

Everyone here was watching Liu Rufeng laugh for no reason, and suddenly heard a strange sound of "eh" in the snowdrift in the corner, and saw that the shoulder of the person lying in the snowdrift was trembling slightly.

Seeing that Lao Dao could move, the fake iron flute hurriedly flew over and wanted to clean him up.

Xue Buyu said secretly, it would be better to show both hands, so as not to be underestimated by others.

The fake iron flute he saw spread its five fingers, and a strong finger wind swept towards him.

He hurriedly changed his expression to be in waiting, squinted his eyes, shot out a light, and stared closely at the five fingers that broke through the air.

Estimating that his expression was almost over, he lowered his head and dodged, and rushed towards the Qinglong Heroes in embarrassment, dodging this ferocious blow between the lightning and flint.

The fake iron flute was stunned for a moment, and found that this old way was more than a step faster than the other way.

Although I was surprised in my heart, I was not slow at all.

He was angry, exerted force on his waist, took a diagonal step, turned around again, and kicked Xue Buyu's ass with one kick.

Xue Buyu looked back at the kick that slowly kicked towards him, and was anxious, why is this kid so slow!

He slowed down his speed for a little longer, and felt that he had kicked solidly, so he took advantage of the momentum and flew out towards the Qinglong Qunying.

I saw him fly forward diagonally in the air for more than a dozen feet, and then he crawled into the crowd.

Pretending to be half dead in pain, rubbing his hips with one hand, panting with the other hand on his chest, and coughing twice from time to time.

The fake iron flute accidentally found that he had taken advantage of the loophole and fled into the crowd, and his face was so heavy that water could drip out.

As a mortal realm, he is not ready to pick up a mortal who is not yet the pinnacle of martial arts!

Now he has been escaped, although this face is not his own, but it is still a little indelible, and with a loud shout, he is about to rush into the crowd and capture the old way.

Gu Gaoyi secretly said that he couldn't even catch a mortal.

But seeing that the iron flute was angry and lost his reason, he hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Iron Flute, come back!"

The fake iron flute was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Xue Buyu who was hiding in the crowd with resentment, and returned to the crowd of the Frozen Empire, bowing his head and saying nothing, looking extremely depressed.

Seeing an old Taoist hiding in the crowd, Master Mu Zhen asked, "This real person, who are you, and you are cultivating in that immortal mansion?"

Xue Buyu thought for a while, patted the snow on his body, straightened his clothes, and said to Mu Zhen: "Old Master, the poor Dao Law is called Qingzhu, and he was gifted by the road chief when he was a child, and he learned a few hands, but his talent is dull, and he has not really been born, and he has always practiced in the hidden places of the deep mountains. ”

Master Muzhen clasped his hands together, held a string of glass orbs, and proclaimed the Buddha's name, saying, "Amitabha Buddha turned out to be a master outside the world. ”

On the surface, he believed that Xue Buyu was a Taoist priest of the Blue Dragon Empire, but in his heart, he thought in his heart, was this not a bitter trick on the other side?

This guy is here to be an undercover agent?

In addition to doubting, he peeked at Xue Buyu.

Liu Rufeng also looked at it carefully, took a look, couldn't help but turn his head, almost retched, this person is also ugly!

The hair and beard are gray and scattered, the two short eyebrows are sparse, and the eyes are going to be bald, the two eyes are one big and one small, and they are also dim at the moment, and the tile face has no three-dimensional sense, as if it was painted, especially the one with potholes, and small black spots and freckles in it.

Seeing this, Liu Rufeng couldn't stand it!

If you look at it again, you're going to vomit!

Looking at the strange eyes of the people around him, Qingzhu Lao Dao smiled, as if he had long been accustomed to this expression.

He thanked everyone around him and said, "Thank you for saving me." I have important news for you!"

Everyone said strangely, this person's appearance, with the four words "not good-looking", is to praise him.

What important news can he have?

But it can't be shown on the face, so as not to lose the face of the high-rollers, it seems that they pay too much attention to their appearance and do not pay attention to people's true talents!

Everyone let out an "oh" and stretched out their hands and said, "Please speak." ”

Qingzhu walked in front of everyone, pointed to Mr. Iron Flute opposite, and said loudly: "He is not Mr. Iron Flute. Because Mr. Iron Flute has been poisoned by him. ”

Everyone was shocked and looked at the person opposite in disbelief!

Mr. Iron Flute laughed and said, "Old fellow, you said that I am not Mr. Iron Flute. Joke, don't you say no?"

He looked at Qingzhu with a mocking face, and also walked out of the crowd, raised his head to look at the black and oppressive Huang Yun and continued: "Do I still need others to prove my iron flute?"

These words can be described as righteous words, full of confidence.

My iron flute still needs others to prove it? My iron flute is an iron flute, whether you believe it or not, anyway, I will stand here!

Qingzhu suddenly smiled coldly and said, "It's all this time, are you still pretending to be garlic?

Then, he told in detail what happened when he entered the inn for dinner, and when everyone heard it, their hearts were full of suspicion!

looked at Mr. Iron Flute on the other side uncertainly!

The seven or eight points they already believe at the moment, how could Mr. Tiedi's arrogant character do such a rebellious thing as defecting to the enemy and treason?

Mr. Iron Flute on the opposite side had a gloomy face, took out a black iron flute shining with a faint light from his arms, and drank violently: "You dare to slander me?

Qingzhu puffed up his chest and arched his hand to the surrounding heroes: "I, Qingzhu, have always been the same, and I will never deceive everyone." Among his treasures, there is Mao Dong's broken blade. ”

Mr. Iron Flute smiled coldly and said, "There is a broken blade in my treasure bag, which I got some time ago, and even if there is, so what?"

Qingzhu laughed mockingly, took out a treasure bead from his arms, and said, "Miscellaneous, what do you look at?"

It turned out that Xue Buyu had already unknowingly pulled off a jewel from the hilt of the sword in his treasure bag.

Xue Buyu's Dao method is already comparable to the Ziyang Realm, and it is not too easy to take a thing from the mortal realm!

Mr. Tiedi's face was shocked, he took two steps back, gritted his teeth, and pointed at Qingzhu and said, "You, when did you steal it?"

Immediately, he laughed and said loudly: "Yes, I'm not an iron flute, that waste has already died at my hands!"

The Qinglong heroes were shocked and angry, sad and happy!

The person who was shocked was really not Mr. Tie Di, angry that he actually killed Tie Di, sad that Tie Di was young, but unfortunately he was poisoned, and the joy was that Mr. Tie Di was not a leader among the young people in the martial arts of the Qinglong Empire, with flawless morality, he did not commit treason!

These feelings were mixed, and everyone in Qinglong shared the same hatred, united as one, swept away the previous depressed mood, and the fighting spirit became high again!

The snow had stopped in the sky, the wind was no longer roaring, and under the reflection of the candles in the hall, the frozen people turned their backs to the candlelight, their faces were black, and they couldn't see clearly, only two white eyes, revealing a terrible light, like a demon from hell, wanting to choose people to eat!

Seeing this, the Qinglong crowd was shocked and shouted: "Look at their eyes, they are indeed the miscellaneous pieces of the Qinglong Empire!