Early in the morning, sitting on the bed alone, I was thinking about whether I should go back to the Guogong Mansion today to bring Beigong Fu back, after all, the Luming banquet was only three days, suddenly, there was a slight movement in his arms, Liu Chen slowly took out a projectile, which was left to him by Gongsun You, the projectile slowly shattered in his hand, Gongsun You's voice came directly into his mind, he frowned, and there was some hesitation in his heart.

"I miss Langjun very much, look at the City God's Temple!"

This is the first time that Gongsun You sent a message to himself, Liu Chen thought for a moment, and decided to go to the City God Temple to see her, he hadn't seen Liu Ruyan for a long time, so he could inquire about Liu Ruyan's news through Gongsun You.

Coming to the distant mountains to find a flat boat, Liu Chen faced the breeze and rowed across the sparkling Huaqing Pond.

Chang'an City in the early morning is still very lively, the Luming banquet is about to be held, the guests from all over the East Continent who came to watch the game have been in an endless stream, Liu Chen passed through the two cities, came to the Jinguang Gate, here is already sparsely populated, and then through a few alleys to the north, you can see the City God Temple in the distance.

Since the preaching of the Holy Ancestors, people have gone to the Nine Saints Palace to pray for blessings and sacrifices, although this City God Temple has been handed down, even if it has been renovated countless times, but after all, it cannot escape the fate of ruin and barrenness.

Liu Chen waited for a long time at the gate of this dilapidated old temple, and did not wait for the figure of Gongsun You, when a trace of bad premonition rose in his heart, everything seemed a little late.

A person slowly walked in the distance, dressed in a different way, Liu Chen was very familiar, all the priests of the Nine Holy Palace were dressed like this, what he couldn't have imagined was that he had just returned to Chang'an, Wen Renhao and they actually sent a priest, and they were tired of the routine of fighting monsters and upgrading? As soon as they made a move, they wanted to kill themselves, so vicious! Liu Chen didn't have time to think about it, he turned around and ran.

While running, Liu Chen also scolded and smashed the projectile, hoping that Lao Yang, who was in the imperial capital, would come quickly, and he was looking forward to the extremely unpleasant white-clothed priest being smashed by the pipe raised high in Lao Yang's hand.

Liu Chen ran wildly, wanting to go to a crowded place, the white-clothed priest walked slowly with a mocking face, as if he was strolling leisurely, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer, so close that Liu Chen could feel a trace of undisguised killing intent all around. The two of them are one after the other, like cats and mice, on the west side of this remote imperial capital, the picture is cruel and weird.

At this moment, he hated that Gongsun You in his heart, all the softness and guilt in the past, all began to disappear, I remember when I was running darts in Fancheng, the master of the dart bureau once said, when a woman wants to kill you, whether she is intentional or unintentional, you must start to consider, how to cut her with a thousand knives, even if you are nostalgic for her skin, those things that can make your heart soft, will eventually beat you into the hell of never being born.

Locked by a wisp of powerful divine sense, Liu Chen couldn't escape from this cage anyway, the priest behind him, at least had the cultivation of the condensation period, and killed him with a condensation master, a martial artist of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, no matter how you look at it, Liu Chen is a dead end.

When Liu Chen had no way to escape, he turned around and slowly drew the long sword behind his back.

The white-clothed priest's smile like a spring breeze made Liu Chen's heart chill, and for a long time, a sharp white light shot towards Liu Chen with the white-clothed priest's raised hand.

Carrying the vitality of his whole body, Liu Chen's long sword was horizontal in front of him, wanting to resist the seemingly understatement of the white-clothed priest, but in fact it was a murderous blow.

The true qi of the condensation period has been released, and it has begun to get rid of the dependence on weapons, and with a sword light that changes in vitality, the sharpness is no less than the Qiushui sword in Liu Chen's hand.

"Bang!" After the strong collision, Liu Chen was fiercely repelled for a long distance, and finally smashed his back on the low wall, which stabilized his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out immediately, and the hands that held the Qiushui Sword had already begun to tremble like chaff, and in one round, he was at the end of the crossbow.

Just when the white-clothed priest was about to step forward with a cruel smile on his face, Liu Chen raised his head violently, took out dozens of pills from his arms and threw them directly at him.

These are all pills that Beigong Fu refines himself on weekdays, and they are given to Liu Chen to escape from life, as an excellent doctor, Beigong Fu is also talented in using poison.

The red, yellow, and colorful poisons were urged by the vitality to burst in the air, and the white-clothed priest, who was already arrogant and empty-eyed, was in a hurry for a while, and almost caught Liu Chen's way, even if he was fine, these poisonous smoke also caused a certain slowdown in his actions.

Seizing this momentary opportunity, Liu Chen endured the churning in his chest, kicked his feet, like a tanuki climbing a tree, and the next moment, he landed on the roof on the side.

"Little thief, look for death!"

Ignoring the insults of the white-clothed priest, Liu Chen grinned reflexively and ran, relying on his dexterity, in this narrow space, the white-clothed priest really couldn't help him for a while, and when he jumped on a high ground again, Liu Chen looked back, and saw the figure that shot rapidly in the distance, and suddenly, he was happy in his heart, and the pace under his feet instantly became faster.

The white-clothed priest was stunned for a moment, then turned his head sharply, and a copper pipe that spun rapidly and rushed towards him whistled and slammed into his face, as if he had turned around to catch the pipe with his face, which was really funny.

The bridge of the nose was broken, the nosebleed gushed out, the white-clothed priest flew out upside down, fell on the low wall where Liu Chen had been smashed before, got up in embarrassment, and the unspeakable anger was constantly impacting the white-clothed priest's head, less than five zhang away from him, the panting old Yang raised his hand to catch the pipe that rebounded back, raised his head stupidly, and smiled at Liu Chen on the roof.

The white-clothed priest knew that he was not Lao Yang's opponent, so he immediately stopped looking at him, and instead flew towards Liu Chen with a roar, as long as Liu Chen was killed, he would have completed the task.

Such a small abacus, the three people present all understand, Liu Chen vigilantly kicked the ground with his feet, jumped up in the air, and fell towards Lao Yang's position, I don't want that Lao Yang's speed has far exceeded everyone's imagination, five zhang away, Lao Yang dodged and arrived, leaving countless afterimages of him in the air, the white-clothed priest had just jumped into the air more than three feet high, Lao Yang's big hand, with a clear sound of tearing space, grabbed his back fiercely.

That palm shattered the white-clothed priest's internal organs, making his desperate blow come to naught, staggered forward half a step, and threw out the short knife in his arms from Liu Chen, who landed in mid-air, with his backhand, and plunged it straight into the back of the white-clothed priest's head.

The suppression of the strength of the great realm has always been so unreasonable, what about concentrating? What can you do if you crush Liu Chen like an ant? The old smoker of the Dao realm struck with all his strength, and the white-clothed priest had only one way to die, before he died, he had infinite remorse in his heart, he knew that he should have gone all out half an hour ago, killed Liu Chen, the lion fought the rabbit, and did his best, it was because of his carelessness that he thought that Liu Chen was already a turtle in the urn, but he didn't think about it, but in the end he became the damn turtle.

"It's so dangerous!" Lao Yang walked to the side of the white-clothed priest's body, took out a short knife from his head, wiped it clean on his body, and then handed it to Liu Chen's hand and said: "This road is non-stop, but the old man is tired enough!"

"Ahem!" Liu Chen coughed and spit out the blood on his chest, stretched out his hand and put his hand on Lao Yang's arm and said, "I said Uncle Yang, you should also exercise and exercise, if you continue like this, what will you look like." ”

"It's good to be fat, it's a blessing to have meat!" Lao Yang took out his pipe and wiped it carefully, then he helped Liu Chen, who had a wry smile, and walked into the distance, although the fight here was short, but I am afraid that it has attracted the attention of Langyawei, and it is not good to be bumped into by them. (To be continued.) )