At this time, Cao Haotian's face changed suddenly, and he knew that the disappearance of the landlord could not be hidden. In the past six months, all the affairs in the building have been handed over to him, the deputy building owner. And all this stems from Tianxiang Building's claim to the outside world that the master of Murong Mansion is in retreat to develop secret medicines, and everything is under his control, and no one would have thought that there are six hidden swordsmen hidden in the Purple Spirit Pavilion.

The four swordsmen in red robes put away the long swords in their hands, and the power of the sword blades shrouded in the hall of Tianxiang Building gradually faded, and the heads of the various factions in the building breathed a long breath, and the pale expressions of the disciples behind them were also relieved. Cao Haotian saw Lu Taiji, one of the four swordsmen, walking towards him, and he hurriedly withdrew and quickly snatched a step from the wooden window next to Jian Yu and fled. In the eyes of Murong Rabbit, who was guarded by the Yun brothers and sisters, he couldn't believe that Uncle Cao, whom his father trusted and whom he loved, turned out to be... She suppressed her trembling hands, and her voice trembled a little, "Fei Ming, what are you still doing in a daze! ”

"Yes" Fei Ming and the other attendants of Tianxiang Building, who were blocked by Jingwuwei on the outside of the wooden corridor, responded, and a group of disciples rushed out of Tianxiang Building and chased east.

"You also go to chase, you must bring Cao Haotian back. Maybe only he knows the whereabouts of the landlord," Lu Taiji whispered to the three red-robed swordsmen beside him.

"Okay, we won't let him escape from Luoyang. The three red-robed swordsmen flashed and disappeared into the Tianxiang Tower.

has always been regarded by everyone as the representative of the martial arts decent Tianxianglou, Cao Haotian turned out to be the person lurking in Luoyang, and it is more likely that Murong Jue was the party who disappeared. The heads of all the factions were very shocked, and they sent their disciples to follow Fei Ming and his party, and Yuankong, Song Lingbing, Xia Qingyi, and the disciples of other factions who participated in this year's Eight Sect Martial Arts Meetings pursued them to the streets and buildings on the east side of Tianxiang Building.

Lu Taiji glanced to the left, his eyes were like torches, and his face was soft, "Tianxianglou has encountered such a great disaster, and all factions still do not give up. Lu would like to thank you all here. Please be seated. He clenched his hands into fists and bowed.

"Lu Daxia's words are serious, Tianxianglou is the leader of my martial arts integrity, although the whereabouts of the owner of the Murong Mansion are unknown, my Wudang faction will make every effort to search for the whereabouts of the owner of the Murong Building. Lingxu Zhenren slowly walked to the wooden corridor at the end of the stone slab, stood between the wooden mats, and said loudly. On the eve of the eight factions, the Shaolin Temple was tragically destroyed, and now the owner of the Xianglou has been missing for more than half a year today, and the leaders of the martial arts have collapsed for a while. As the current head of the Wudang faction, Lingxuzi tried to use this opportunity to revive the prestige of the Wudang faction.

Chengde saw that the abbot of Shaolin had not yet spoken, but Lingxu Zhenren had already echoed loudly, and the Huashan faction in charge of his own hand must not be left behind others, so he echoed, "Our eight factions have always been in the same breath, and now, Tianxianglou has encountered a great disaster, and my Huashan faction will never stand idly by." ”

"Yes, yes, we must not..."Qing Xuzi and Yun Mo looked at the situation beside them and said embarrassedly. It was Qing Xuzi, Yun Mo, and Wang Chengde who took the lead in helping Cao Haotian to capture the ghost dance, but unexpectedly Cao Haotian turned out to be a spy hidden in Tianxianglou, in order to quickly clear up the relationship with Cao Haotian, the Wudang faction Lingxu Zhenren raised his arms and shouted, and the three of them responded first, for fear of being misunderstood by the various factions present.

Jian Yu, who had just been forced to sit on the wooden couch by Cao Haotian and others, threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, and snorted coldly, "Fang Cai is still advancing and retreating with Cao Haotian, and he will turn around at this moment..."

"Haha, Brother Jian Yu" Yu Qingyun, who was sitting opposite him on the same wooden mat as Jian Yu, said with a dry smile, "The matter is over, and besides, Qingxuzi, Wang Zhangmen, and Yun Zhangmen don't know Cao Haotian's true identity." A few days ago, Shaolin was tragically destroyed in the temple, which must be closely related to the disappearance of the owner of Murong Lou. ”

"You guys are really an afterthought," Ghost Dance suddenly laughed and said, "Cao Haotian is covering the sky with one hand in Tianxiang Building, so no one thinks where the Lord of Murong Mansion has gone?" Besides, as far as I know, your so-called Eight Sects Huiwu has always been the participation of the disciples of each faction, when did you alarm the heads of each faction to come to Luoyang in person?"

"It's... It's not because..."Zijin Zhenren said lightly.

"You don't have to hide it, aren't you the so-called Lord of the World Alliance?" Ghost Dance sneered, "How do you conclude that he is the Lord of the World Alliance?" He looked at the solemn expressions of the heads of the various factions, and slowly walked towards Ye Lin and the others on the wooden corridor on the right side of the hall of Tianxianglou, and said lightly, "Why did Shaolin Temple suddenly change during the Eight Sects Martial Arts, and why did the people of Wujian Villa suddenly appear in Luoyang?"

"The people who attacked me in Shaolin, is it... It's too..."Master Fang Yan got up and asked.

"Yes, all this is just a chess game for Barbarian Wang Bu. The people present are nothing more than chess players. Ghost Dance came to Tang Yuan's side and motioned for him to withdraw all the elite guards in the hall.

"Big brother, I'm afraid this is not good" Tang Yuan said in a low voice, "If all the Jing Wuwei withdraw from Tianxiang Tower, I'm afraid they will be right..."

"It's okay, if Tianxiang Tower, Wujian Villa and the Eight Martial Arts Sects want to do something to me, I'm afraid no one will be able to recover it. Ghost Dance waved her right hand, "It's okay, you tell them to step back." ”

"Okay" Tang Yuan waved his ink-black long sleeves, and many elite guards all retreated outside the Tianxiang Building.

......

West of Luoyang City, snowflakes and green bamboos. Cao Haotian galloped, he broke through the encirclement of everyone, all the way to the east of Luoyang City, Fei Ming of Tianxianglou and the disciples of the eight factions thought that he was planning to go east out of Luoyang, but he never thought that he would turn back to the west halfway. The silence was like death, the cold wind pierced through the bamboo forest and pierced into the bones, Cao Haotian covered his heart and ran quickly in the green bamboo forest, since he served as the deputy owner of Tianxiang Building, he had never been so embarrassed, but he did not regret such a result.

In the third year of his adoption by Murong Jue, he collected medicine with the disciples in the building, the Sword Pavilion Flower Sea, and that time made him really feel the feeling of being a person with strong martial arts. In the depths of the sea of flowers, a pair of dark green eyes, the dark fire in his hand flickered inexplicably, illuminating the entire Sword Pavilion Sea, and the deepest "Death Flower" was the goal of their trip. On weekdays, the hard and tiring work in the building is always done by yourself, and this time it is the same when you go out to buy, and the rest of the disciples rely on entering Tianxianglou for a few years early, so they beat and scold themselves.

"Do you still want to escape?" The three swordsmen in red robes suddenly fell from the sky on the bamboo forest above Cao Haotian's head.

The snowflakes moved with the wind, and pieces of snowflakes fell on the corners of Cao Haotian's eyes, so that he couldn't tell whether this was tears or snow. "You guys still chased after you," Cao Haotian was woken up by the swordsman in the red robe from his memory.

"The landlord has always treated you well, why do you have to..."The red-robed swordsman standing on the left side of the top of the bamboo forest asked.

"Why are you asking me?" Cao Haotian raised his head and looked at the three people blocking the way, and said sharply.