"Remember, as long as you see two people coming out of Syracuse, and they are a man and a woman, the man is wearing a white dress and a white hat, and when he sees them, he will kill them directly, understand?" At this time, Qingping was instructing the dozens of black-clothed people in front of him to tell them not to recognize the wrong person.

looked at each other, and didn't understand that it was just to kill one person, why did he mobilize everyone to recruit them all, after all, each of them was a cultivator in the merger period, but no one asked, and they all nodded their heads to show their understanding.

"Very good, then you guys should stay here! Young Master Ben will go to Syracuse City first to see where he is, and if he leaves, he will send someone to inform you!" Satisfied, he was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly his footsteps stopped, and his right foot was fixed in the air, and the whole person was like a statue.

The man in black behind him looked at Qingping suspiciously, and suddenly heard a strange voice just now, and then Qingping didn't move, and one of the men in black asked out loud, "Young Master, is there anything else?"

Qingping didn't make a sound, everyone became more and more puzzled, the person who spoke just now stepped forward and came to Qingping, shocked, because he found that Qingping's pupils had lost focus, and there was no breathing, a fan was inserted in his chest, but no blood flowed out, and hurriedly shouted: "Everyone be careful! Someone killed the young master!" quickly took out the weapon from the storage ring, looked around vigilantly, everyone took out the weapon one after another, ran to Qingping's side, and formed a circle to prevent a sneak attack from behind.

"Huh!" Suddenly, the fan inserted in Qingping's chest flew out, "Plop!" The fan left, Qingping's body also fell, and the blood surprised everyone, and at the same time looked in the direction where the fan flew, only to see a white-clothed man who stepped into the air to catch the fan, although he didn't feel the breath of this person, but his intuition told them that it was very dangerous, like a great enemy.

Catching the fan is naturally Ye Yi, killing Qingping is just a casual move, looking at the blood on the fan, he frowned in disgust, and with a slight wave, the blood stained on it turned into hundreds of blood arrows and shot to the ground, "Bang! Bang ......" left a dense hole, each hole is the size of a fist, I didn't care about these details, there was no trace of filth on the fan, "Bang!" The ground opened, and there were four swords painted on this fan, with different shapes, but the names were very similar, this was the phantom of the four swords of Zhuxian made by him, and it was attached to this fan in order to clean up the miscellaneous fish.

Ye Yi didn't care, it didn't mean that others didn't care, everyone saw this scene and their hearts tightened, and the idea of retreating was generated, staring closely at the open fan, a terrifying aura lingered around the man in white, and gradually people began to retreat, wanting to escape from here.

Ignoring these people, he still shook the folding fan in his hand slowly, and saw that some people had begun to flee from here, always with a playful smile on their faces, and did not make a move, waiting for them to leave.

Seeing that Ye Yi didn't move, everyone quickly left the place with their true qi, wanting to leave his field of vision as soon as possible, but what they didn't know was that the god of death was already behind them, and no matter where they fled, it was useless.

When they have escaped thousands of miles away, they threw out the folding fan in their hands, the light flashed, and instantly turned into a blue sword, the end of the hilt was inlaid with a blue bead, shining from time to time, the connection between the sword body and the hilt was an eye-sized gray stone, the sword body was separated, there was a centimeter gap in the middle, it appeared sharp, the breath of killing spread, this sword is the phantom of the sword of killing immortals.

Quietly looking at the Killing Immortal Sword, memories came to his heart, and he quickly threw out the distracting thoughts, and spit out a word, "Kill!"

"Whoosh!" shot out like lightning, only to see a sword light flash, the Killing Immortal Sword returned to his back again, there was no trace of blood on it, giving people the feeling that nothing had happened, about three breaths later, there was no sound, a cloud of blood mist exploded, and all the black-clothed people died here, nodded with satisfaction, with a move of his hand, the Killing Immortal Sword disappeared, turning into a folding fan again, "Smack!" opened the folding fan, shook it slightly, and left the place with the wind.

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At this time, in a luxurious mansion, a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes walked anxiously to the study, pushed open the door, went straight to the antique cabinet, twisted a porcelain bottle, and then walked to a wall of picture scrolls, only to hear the sound of "click! click!", lifted the picture scroll, and in a flash, the secret door was opened, and walked in, inside was a dark room, there was a man in black standing inside, looking at him with a panicked expression, and continued to ask loudly: "What the hell is going on? You said that Ping'er's soul card is broken? Also, what is going on?" Looking at the pile of broken signs on the ground, I couldn't figure it out at all.

Trembling and trembling, he knelt down, "The king... The prince, the little prince... The little prince and the people who took it away... All fall!" he lowered his head, not daring to look up.

This middle-aged man is Qinghong, the martial king of the Qingye Emperor Dynasty, Qingping is his beloved son, married a few concubines, but has always been such a son, he can't believe that he died like this, trembling and walking to the soul card and kneeling, looking at the pieces one by one, suddenly his body trembled, the fragment he held in his hand was the word "Qing", and half of the word "Ping", tears flowed down, holding this piece of fragment and crying bitterly.

The man in black on the side didn't dare to make a sound at all, for fear of losing his life because of his own disturbance, so he could only wait quietly for orders.

After a long time, he stopped crying, his tearful eyes showed a hateful and bloodthirsty light, he turned his head to look at the man in black on the side, and said through gritted teeth: "Say! Who dares to kill my son! This king must skin him and cramp him to pay tribute to my son!" His face was hideous, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted, and the entire secret room was shaken by this force.

Trembling all over, his face turned pale for a moment, and he replied in horror, "According to the analysis of his subordinates, this person should be the fan who won the five-piece order to enter the city! The little prince once had a conflict with this person, and recruited dozens of secret guards to kill this person, and nine times out of ten it was him!"

"Fan! white!clothes!" he paused, his teeth grinded, and the flames of hatred almost set the dark room on fire, and he left the dark room with a wave of his sleeves, ready to leave for Syracuse.

After Qinghong's figure disappeared completely, he took a long breath, tried to calm down, and stood up and left the dark room.

Of course, all this Yeyi is unknown, even if he knows, he will not care, at this time he is tasting wine in the inn room, looking at the sky that has been white, and a smile is raised on the corner of his mouth.

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I didn't sleep all night, but I was very energetic, the brush in my hand did not stop, sketching one lifelike tree after another on the white paper on the table, and it was Shiru of the General Transport Chamber of Commerce who was painting, and wanted to use it as a way to relieve pressure, and unconsciously passed the night, looking at the fading black curtain, slowly put down the pen in my hand, walked to the window, looked at the street below that was already walking, and muttered, "Let it go!"

At this time, Rushuang pushed the door and walked in, looked at Shiru in front of the window, and said softly: "The news has completely dispersed, and the various forces that received the news are very curious, and said that they will definitely come, it seems that this auction will definitely be huge." Although I don't agree with Shiru's approach, I can't hide my excitement when I think of the situation at the auction.

"Well, in that case, let's prepare to set up the auction hall immediately!" There is only one last step left, and there is absolutely no room for mistakes, his eyes turned around firmly, looked at Rushuang seriously, walked towards her, clasped her hand, and said with a smile: "Don't worry anymore, there is only one step away from success, after today, there is no one who does not know the Chamber of Commerce!" Speaking of this, his eyes were full of expectations, as if he had seen the day when the Future Chamber of Commerce became famous.

She was naturally full of passion, and since it was difficult to recover the water, she would fight hard, but she suddenly remembered something, and said with some uncertainty: "I heard that this time the order to enter the city was taken away by a strong man named Fan Baiyi, who suddenly appeared, and this token was probably entrusted by this person for auction!"

"Fan white?" The name is very unfamiliar, I have never heard of this person, but under the hands of the major forces, all the tokens were snatched, and they can also arrive in Syracuse, presumably the strength should not be underestimated, a thought flashed in my mind, remembering the breath that made my heart palpitate yesterday, and secretly said: That terrifying breath can't be this fan white, right? If that's really the case...... A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he smiled like a fox in his heart.

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Before he drank all the wine in the cup, he suddenly felt a chill, and he couldn't help but shiver, feeling that someone was calculating himself, "Bang!" Her eyes flashed with a cold light, looking for the source of this chill, and she found Shiru, who didn't understand why she was calculating herself, and entered her mind to spy on her thoughts, and when she learned about it, she was stunned by her thoughts, but she didn't expect to be aware of her existence yesterday, and she deduced so many things, and now she has to calculate herself, she is really a smart woman, but she didn't take it to heart, just some innocuous calculations.

When he pulled his consciousness back, Ye Ling'er's lazy voice came from his ears, "Brother Yi, what's wrong? Who made you angry?"

Just glanced at it and chuckled: "It's nothing, just remembering some boring things, it's still early, let's continue to sleep!" There was an inexplicable power in the words, so that Ye Ling'er, who just wanted to say something, fell asleep again, and couldn't wake up for a while, so that she didn't have to worry about running around, with a wave of his big hand, the light of this room flashed, and then disappeared, and the whole room was enchanted by him, and no one could enter or leave without his permission.

After drinking a few more glasses of wine, I walked to the window, the sun was shining, I was tired of Syracuse, there was nothing new and interesting, and I decided to leave here tomorrow and go back to the cold city, to see if I didn't have any changes in these days, and to deal with the things here first.

Came to the bed, put her exposed arm back into the futon, covered her, caressed her delicate face, a faint tenderness welled up in her heart, the room was filled with a warm atmosphere, quickly withdrew her hand, and disappeared from the window into a breeze, how to spend the last day in Syracuse?

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