There was no one in the room, Li Ye walked to the door and looked around for a while, the building was still brightly lit, but he didn't even see a figure, and it was quiet as if it had been forgotten.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Phantom Sound Workshop is a place for Li Maozhen to have fun, looking at the layout of this heavy building, it must be a place that Li Maozhen frequents, Li Maozhen didn't come over tonight, Shengji left again, and it was normal for no one to greet Li Ye anymore.

If you come, you will be safe, the hour is not early, Li Ye simply returned to the house, lay down on the low collapse, and prepared to meet Zhou Gong.

His cultivation had been restored, and now he was dormant in the Heavenly Mirror, and he only needed one thought to move freely, so he had nothing to worry about.

If you want to pretend to be an ordinary person who has no cultivation, you naturally have to pay attention to details, and sleeping is not avoidable.

After being idle, Li Ye began to sort out his thoughts: "When this saint Ji sees me, it should be to confirm whether I look like me, and then test my heart from my words and deeds, and judge whether I have the ability to pretend to be myself - well, I don't see how this girl tests me." So I have to say that the attitude of this girl today is very strange......"

"Hmm, or rather, I, Li Ye, have become the dream lover of all the Huaichun women in the world? Well, that's reasonable. After all, I was born handsome, not to mention that my family is rich and powerful, I am the most powerful prince in the world, and my personal cultivation is even higher...... Oh, I don't know how many women swear that I won't marry....."

Thinking of this, Li Ye laughed twice, not without smugness and obscenity.

But soon he retracted his smile.

He continued to ponder: "Although I have recovered my cultivation, I am also a real human realm. After the Kunlun Passage was closed, there could indeed be no more immortals in the mortal world. I will let this be the case, and Li Maozhen, Gao Piao, Wang Jian and others should be even more so. Real ...... There are more real people in this world. In recent years, the world has been in turmoil, and the real life realm has sprung up. ”

"However, when I was in the Immortal Realm, I still felt that my cultivation was growing, and it seemed that the convergence of the people's luck had not stopped. The strength of the mortal body has reached a critical point and can no longer be enhanced, but it will not affect the improvement of the realm of the immortal body, and it will be promoted to the real human realm and the Taiyi true immortal realm...... That's fine, when I calm the world, the cultivation of the immortal body should be extremely high, enough to influence and even determine the situation of the immortal war. ”

Thinking about it, Li Ye, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up, and glanced at the flowery dwarf behind him with disgust.

"The smell of fat powder is so strong, how can I sleep peacefully?"

Li Ye got up and walked around the room, and finally came to the windowsill, looking into the distance, it seemed that he was watching the scenery, but in fact, he secretly paid attention to whether there were people around him to monitor and watch over him, and judge the other party's cultivation.

After half an hour of repeated confirmation, the corners of Li Ye's mouth rose slightly: "Most of the monks in the Phantom Sound Workshop are women, and their minds are very delicate, even if they are an ordinary person who takes care of me, they have used twenty or thirty Qi cultivation cultivators...... There's also a real-life realm nearby. It's just a pity that it's just a real person in Lingchi. ”

Li Ye smiled, mobilized all the power of cultivation from the Heavenly Realm, and instantly rushed into the sea of qi that opened and closed.

Two hours later, it was the third watch, and it was quiet in the dead of night. Li Ye, who had not been disturbed, suddenly jumped off the windowsill like a bird, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

His cultivation is now suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth, and there is only a real human realm, but it is also a real person of the yang god, and there is also a real person of the yin god between him and the real person of the spiritual pool, and it is really easy to hide from the other party's ears and eyes.

Li Ye's ghostly figure flashed again and again, and soon passed through the pavilions and pavilions, leaving the Phantom Music Workshop to Chang'an Street and Alley.

He was going to find the Tsing Yi Yamen's stronghold in Chang'an City.

In order to recover tonight, the first thing Li Ye had to do was to get in touch with his own people.

If not, he will return to Pinglu without waiting for his plan, and his own people will be divided in internal strife first, then the fun will be great. When the time comes, it will be impossible to pit others, and you will pit your own people first.

He had to send some information to his own people, those who could be absolutely trusted in positions of high power, to stabilize the morale of the other party's army, and then let them cooperate with him in carrying out some necessary actions.

......

Chang'an City Funing Fang.

The backyard of a medium-sized, ordinary-decorated restaurant is still lit with dim lights at the moment. The dead leaves of a locust tree in the courtyard were scattered and scattered, but when they passed in front of the door, they suddenly shattered into powder and disappeared in the air.

The murderous atmosphere in the lit houses is awe-inspiring.

In the small room, there were kneeling monks in Tsing Yi, and at a glance there were no less than fifteen people, and the monks touched each other's arms and legs, which filled the whole room.

Even so, there were three steps of open space in front of the monks. More than a dozen people in Tsing Yi, whose bodies were trembling and sweating profusely, said that they were one step beyond Lei Chi, but secretly squeezed back, as if there was a fierce beast three steps away.

Naturally, there were no beasts, but there were one monks. The monk sitting at the high table was dressed in a purple shirt and a big hat, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of coldness, as if he was in a bad mood and would swallow all the people in front of him.

Song Jiao, the commander of the Tsing Yi Yamen.

Song Jiao said coldly: "As the commander of the Tsing Yi Yamen, you live in an important place in Chang'an, and you are responsible for exploring Guanzhong, this seat asks you to find an opportunity to assassinate Li Maozhen, and now that three days have passed, you can't even connect with each other!

All Tsing Yi were panicked, unable to speak, and only cared about apologizing.

One of the commanders of the ninth level of Qi cultivation said: "Great Commander, it's not that we are unwilling to do our best, but Li Maozhen is well guarded, and the monks of the Phantom Sound Workshop are inseparable from him, so we really can't find a chance......"

"Bastard!" Song Jiao slapped the table hard, shocking everyone's bodies, "Since you know that the Phantom Sound Workshop is an opponent, why haven't you laid a secret in the Phantom Sound Workshop for a long time?

The commander said bitterly, "We have already sent someone to break into the Phantom Sound Workshop. It's just that the Phantom Sound Workshop has only been established for a short time, and the high-level people are all Li Maozhen's old department, and our position is too low to reach the core level in a short period of time......"

Song Jiao frowned, and was about to scold the other party again, but looking at the looks of the people in the room, she suddenly swallowed all the words that came to her mouth back to her stomach, her body relaxed, her eyes looked at everyone with deep meaning, and said slowly: "This seat asked you to send more people to Kunlun to find His Highness, how are things going now?"

As Song Jiao expected, as soon as these words came out, everyone was silent and silent.

Song Jiao looked at the commander who had just spoken: "Lu Shen, you come." ”

Lu Shen was in a dilemma, and finally said stiffly: "Great Commander, His Royal Highness and the County Lord have gone to the Immortal Realm, this is a well-known thing. Otherwise, with His Highness's cultivation as the realm, it would have been back to Pinglu a long time ago, and where do we need to find it......"

Song Jiao didn't get angry, and glanced at everyone, "You all think so?"

Everyone didn't speak, but they answered Song Jiao with a look.

Song Jiao chuckled lightly and asked Lu Shen: "According to what you say, it's time for the Tsing Yi Yamen to break up?"

Lu Shen hurriedly said: "The Great Commander is angry, the villain doesn't mean that!Tsing Yi ...... Tsing Yi Yamen, always the only leader of the horse! It's just that it's just ......"

"Just what?"

Lu Shen gritted his teeth, "It's just that His Royal Highness is no longer in the mortal world, but the great controversy in the world will not stop, I wait, if I want to have a future, I must ...... The Grand Commander must take us to find another way!"

"Find another way?good, good!" Song Jiao laughed, extremely charming, looking around at everyone, "You and others also think the same?"

The commanders led you to look at me, I looked at you, and finally clasped their fists together: "We wait for the order of the great commander!"

"Obey orders, that's a good thing, since that's the case, you all go to die!" Song Jiao suddenly got up.

The crowd looked up in astonishment.

Without waiting for them to speak, Song Jiao suddenly flicked her long sleeves, and the wind suddenly rose in the house, and a majestic aura wave swept out, knocking out all those commanders, crashing down the doors, windows, and walls, and falling into the courtyard!

More than a dozen monks who practiced qi at a high level, all vomited blood after landing, and all of them were not lightly injured, they looked at Song Jiao in horror, their eyes intertwined with incomprehension, unwillingness, and even anger.

Song Jiao stepped out of the house, like a beast approaching the door, condescending, her face was like frost, and her murderous aura was compelling: "Since you are unfaithful, don't blame this seat for cleaning the door!"

"Great Commander!" Seeing Song Jiao approaching step by step, Lu Shen clutched his chest and roared hard and firmly: "His Highness is no longer here, who else are we loyal to?!"

"Once Pinglu is destroyed, where will we go? The dragons have no leader, they are just lost dogs, do we still want to be willing to wait for death? If we don't find a way out early, even if we don't die in the hands of Phantom Sound Fang, we will die in the hands of Gao Biao, Wang Jianzhi and the like! We all have wives and children, and even if we don't run for a future, we can't help but think about them!"

Song Jiao's eyes were cold, and she didn't speak, but she had an extra jade flute in her hand.

Seeing the jade flute, the commanders in the courtyard who struggled to get up all changed their faces.

If Song Jiao made a move before, just to teach them a lesson, then seeing this jade flute at this moment, everyone knew that Song Jiao had already moved to kill.

I don't know the cold when I don't hear the water, and the sound of the jade flute is still a hundred ghosts!

Once the rhythm of "Yi Shui Han" sounded, with Song Jiao's cultivation strength, there was no reason for them to survive.

More than a dozen commanders looked at each other, and they made up their minds in an instant. They showed their blades one after another, mobilizing all the cultivation power in their bodies, and their scarlet eyes stared at Song Jiao motionlessly, obviously preparing to fight to the death.

Seeing everyone like this, Song Jiao's eyes became even colder, and she sent the jade flute to her lips.

The Great War is coming.

No matter who wins or loses this battle, the movement cannot be small, and it will not attract the attention of the Phantom Sound Workshop at that time?

Both sides of the winner, after tonight, are most likely just corpses by the stinky ditch.

......

Just when the jade flute was about to blow the first syllable, and the long knives of the Tsing Yi in the courtyard were already three inches out of their sheaths, a figure suddenly appeared in the open space between the two sides. He came so suddenly that it made people's eyes bloom, and they almost thought they had seen a ghost.

After seeing each other's faces clearly, these Tsing Yi people were even more determined to believe that they had indeed seen ghosts.

The "ghost" smiled kindly, and teased in a deep and non-sharp voice: "Your own brothers kill each other, or on other people's territory, you guys are making a bit of a joke. ”

Hearing this voice, everyone was stunned for a while, whether it was the commanders in Tsing Yi who drew their knives three inches, or Song Jiao, who had jade flute and horizontal lips, their hands and feet were so stiff that they couldn't move, and they could only look at each other with wide eyes.

Their shock is beyond words.

However, the inability to move is not because of shock, but really not because of immobility.

That was crushed by the other party's cultivation.