The moon is like water, and the southern city is shrouded in smoke and sand, and it is hazy.

Surrounded by relatively sparse and low courtyard houses, there are a few high-rise buildings with eaves near the lake in the distance, and the soft and colorful brilliance is blocked by the fog, and it becomes hazy from a distance.

On the roof, the tiles were messy, one person held a sword against Fang Yue's heart, and the two stood on the ridge, one in front of the other, the moonlight reflected, and the two cast an elongated figure in the vegetable field under the house.

Fang Yue's body stiffened slightly, standing in place, his original battle intent was soaring, the chill of the sharp weapon behind him and the scattered sound were like a basin of cold water, completely extinguishing his battle intent, and a chill surged all over his body.

fought with a lot of strength, broke out of the encirclement, fought a bloody road, and looked like he was about to get out of danger, but the result was ......

Do you want to be so cruel and meticulous? Lao Tzu is only sixteen years old! Alas! It's too crazy to deal with minors like this, right?

At this moment, he had already discovered the cultivation of those behind him and built the pinnacle of the foundation.

At this time, he had nothing to say except scolding his mother, with a wry smile on his face, saying that good people have good rewards, and he was arrested as soon as he threw away the cheats to grace the rivers and lakes.

The person behind him, as soon as the words fell, he raised his hand and pointed at the Yangguan acupoint on Fang Yue's waist, not giving Fang Yue the slightest chance, with a finger, Fang Yue suddenly felt that his true qi was blocked, and his true qi fell back and could not be urged.

The body became heavier, the strength brought by that true qi disappeared completely, and the cultivation was sealed, as if he had become a mortal.

Fang Yue slowly turned around and looked at the other party calmly.

The other party is a middle-aged man in a white robe, with a goatee, the white goatee makes him look a little vicissitudes, the middle-aged man has a peaceful face, warm eyes, and a bit of elegance.

The temperament is different from that of the monks who fight bravely and fiercely, and is more like a Confucian who is full of wealth.

The middle-aged monk calmly held the sword, pointed at Fang Yue's chest, his clothes fluttering, saw Fang Yue turn around, and casually pointed at the acupoint, hitting the Shenque acupoint above Fang Yue's dantian, sealing Fang Yue's true qi back and forth.

The middle-aged monk smiled faintly, stroked his goatee, and was leisurely, although the smile was subtle, he still showed a little smugness, obviously enjoying the feeling of doing everything to catch the other party when he was about to escape.

However, the movement of the beard is a bit weird, and the left hand is naturally missing a little finger.

"You are very good, this Dao is so carefully arranged, you almost escaped, fortunately, Bendao expected that there might be variables to take action personally, otherwise you would definitely be escaped, you are really an outlier, what do you say?" said the middle-aged and Shanshan smiled.

The middle-aged man smiled kindly, but Fang Yue couldn't wait to smash this guy's face, it turned out that it was all this guy's bureau, and he was sick? There were only 10,000 MMPs in his heart, and he didn't know whether to say it or not, or he said: "I just want to say... MMP！”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he laughed instead of being angry, laughing heartily and more proudly, and the laughter was carried far away by the night wind.

After a slight delay, more than thirty black-clothed cultivators had already arrived, and they landed on the roofs around them, casting awe-inspiring glances at the middle-aged people, who originally thought that the Ninth Master had made a bit of a fuss.

Now it seems that it is not too much at all, and he almost let Fang Yue run, so he can't help but admire the good methods of the ninth master.

"You disperse as soon as possible, break into pieces and leave the city, so as not to be caught by the city, meet at the Yangxin Zen Temple, take the people and I away, inform the Tan Hall Master, the matter has been done...... "Nine Fingers said calmly.

There was a fierce fight in the city, and the city capture of the Daocheng Mansion was sure to arrive soon.

"Yes!" everyone responded, leaping and scattering in four directions, turning into birds and beasts.

Nine fingers stopped, handed over Fang Yue's sword, and jumped away with Fang Yue.

Fang Yue was helplessly hysterical in his heart, he had done enough in this round-up and pursuit, if it was just an ordinary round-up and pursuit, he would have escaped a long time ago, who would have thought that the other party would be "like a god".

But he didn't give up, thinking he could still save it.

Now the most important thing is to break away from the opponent's sealing points and restore cultivation, this kind of sealing points is the most common way to seal the points, using stronger true qi to block the key points of the great veins and prevent the operation of true qi.

The bigger the gap in cultivation, the longer the time to seal the acupoint lasts, and the true qi that seals the acupoint is sourceless water, which will slowly dissipate after a period of time, according to the gap in cultivation, he estimates that it may take half an hour to automatically solve the acupoint.

For half an hour, it is estimated that the daylily is cold.

However, his true qi is strong and strong, and his yang soul has increased a little sharpness, if he keeps impacting, it may only take about a quarter of an hour to break through the acupoint, and a quarter of an hour is still a bit long, but no matter what, impact first.

Nine Fingers took Fang Yue and rushed to the Heart Cultivation Meditation Temple, and Fang Yue quietly shocked the acupoint.

With the impact again and again, the true qi that sealed the acupuncture points was eaten away little by little, and although the speed was slow but effective.

Soon, Nine Fingers took him to the back garden of the Yangxin Meditation Academy.

There were two foundation-building primordial realm cultivators standing in the back garden, and when they saw Nine Fingers coming back, they hurriedly poured tea for Nine Fingers, and Nine Fingers drank tea leisurely, motioning for Fang Yue to sit down, obviously still having some plans.

Nine Fingers is a self-proclaimed and elegant fortune teller, not a reckless man, and there is no such thing as punches and kicks from the other party.

Fang Yue was not tied except for being sealed for cultivation, it was a mortal practice to tie it with a rope, for cultivators, if there was cultivation, it was easy to break free, and if there was no cultivation, there was no need to tie it up in one fell swoop.

Fang Yue sat down and glanced at the white banner leaning on the side of the table, which said Nine Fingers Broken Life, the small characters 'Count the common people to live up to the king', combined with the fact that the nine fingers only have nine fingers, obviously these nine fingers are a fortune teller.

It turned out to be calculated by a fortune teller, and Lao Tzu hated being able to pinch and calculate the most in his life! Fang Yue's chest was filled with a vicious breath.

His sword was rested on the stone table, and the purse on his chest was also taken out and placed on the table, fortunately, his other purse was Jiang Qing's high-grade goods, and he hid it tightly, and the other party's divine sense did not find it.

If you find his purse and open it, you will have a lot of fun.

But if it goes on like this, sooner or later he will be searched, not only his purse will be found, but the inner armor, headbands, etc. on his body will be stripped off, and he was still glad that all the money was spent to buy key equipment, and now he ......

Could it be that he will also become a courier? Fang Yue smiled bitterly in his heart, and at the same time, he pondered how to save himself with his habitual and cranky mind, and now he was the only one who could save him.

Fang Yue pondered while continuing to rush to the acupoint, sat down quietly, picked up the teapot very unceremoniously, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly, I have to say that this pot of tea is really good.

"Good tea, the entrance is fresh, the tea fragrance is long, and the heart is rich!" Fang Yue praised and took a dry mouthful.

Nine Fingers' head was biased, and Fang Yue's gaze was a little surprised.

He arranged it carefully, but Fang Yue almost escaped through many obstacles, which surprised him, and now this kid has become a prisoner, but he can still drink tea calmly, only sixteen years old, this concentration is rare.

He also didn't know if Fang Yue was deliberately pretending to be calm, or if he was really unfazed.

In fact, Fang Yue didn't act on purpose, nor did he be unfazed.

Although the situation was very dangerous at this time, when the Yin Puppet Sect Li Ying Kun framed him, the battle was much more terrifying than it was now, and it was all over, and a nine-fingered fortune teller would not be able to intimidate him.

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