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A strange scene appeared, only to see Chen Yang's figure shorter by three points out of thin air, and then his muscles squirmed and contracted, and he suddenly became thin. (To read the latest chapter of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network) The muscles of the face seem to be hiding something, bulging countless pimples, large or small, constantly swimming.

After a while, the strange situation disappeared, and a qiē returned to normal. Chen Yang has changed into a completely different face.

Originally, although he looked ordinary, he belonged to the kind that he couldn't recognize when he was thrown into the crowd, but now he was even more ugly, and his appearance became the same as that of a monk surnamed Yang.

Not only the appearance, height and posture, but also the fluctuation of spiritual power, are exactly the same as the monk surnamed Yang.

This is the new effect of the Demon Yan Pill that Chen Yang stumbled upon after building the foundation. Not only can you simply change your appearance, but you can also simulate other people's appearances at will, and even your breath and body shape can be simulated.

After Chen Yang learned that a new monk had appeared in the foundation building period, he thought of using the magical disfigurement effect of the Demon Yan Pill to pretend to be a monk surnamed Yang to blend in with the enemy. If things go well, the other party doesn't intend to kill people. Otherwise, he would have no choice but to sneak up on the attack, trying to quickly kill a Foundation Formation Monk and level out the disadvantage in strength.

Chen Yang learned the tone of the monk surnamed Yang and said a few words to himself, and was pleasantly surprised to find that even the voice seemed to be the same, not a very close person, and he would definitely not be able to distinguish it.

Chen Yang's confidence couldn't help but increase greatly, and he was about to push the door out, his brows furrowed, and in his divine sense, a person came straight here, but it was a monk surnamed Zhu.

Chen Yang's slightly frowning brows quickly expanded, and he pushed the door to greet him.

The monk surnamed Zhu came just in time, just in time to try his disguise effect. He has been friends with the monk surnamed Yang for many years, and if even he can be fooled, he can be completely relieved. If you can't deceive the other party, it's better to be found out early than later, at least now there is only one monk surnamed Zhu, and you can still take some remedial measures.

"Ha, Brother Yang. Why, I was so tired last night?" the monk surnamed Zhu smiled ambiguously when he saw Chen Yang pushing the door out.

"Huh. Chen Yang smiled awkwardly, and then imitated the voice of the monk surnamed Yang and asked, "Brother Zhu, you came in a hurry, is there something wrong?" Immediately, he secretly mentioned his spiritual power, and prepared to capture the monk surnamed Zhu immediately if something went wrong.

"Oh, it's almost time to go. I didn't see my brother, so I came over to have a look. The monk surnamed Zhu said, without the slightest doubt.

"Ahh Let's go. If you delay the affairs of Senior Song, it will be terrible!"

Chen Yang pretended to be anxious and walked out quickly, also to minimize the time spent with the monk surnamed Zhu, who knows if he would ask about something he didn't know.

Soon, the two of them came to a room, not counting the two and six people in the room, Chen Yang looked at them one by one, most of them were in the middle of Qi training, and there were two in the late stage of Qi training.

The two of them had just found a corner and stood up. As soon as the door opened, two people walked in one after the other.

The first one was in his thirties, with a large nose and a gloomy face, while the latter looked a few years older than the previous one, with a strong body and a very ordinary appearance.

Chen Yang's heart moved, the spiritual power of these two people fluctuated significantly, they must be Brother Song and his junior brother.

He hid behind the monk surnamed Zhu and secretly used the Qi Hope Technique. My heart was relieved, these two people were both cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, the first one cultivated to be higher, close to the peak of the early stage, if nothing else, it was Brother Song, and the cultivation of the people behind was similar to Chen Yang, and it should have just advanced.

As soon as the two entered the house, they went straight to the front and sat down on the main seat. The monk surnamed Song looked like a knife and swept over the people in the room one by one.

Everyone felt cold, and the room suddenly fell silent.

The monk surnamed Song nodded with satisfaction and said slowly: "I think everyone knows that tonight's incident is very important to this seat, and there is no room for failure. Ugly words are ahead, if anyone is unfavorable, don't blame me for being ruthless!" said the last two sentences, and his voice was full of expression.

Seeing that everyone below was silent, the monk surnamed Song smiled slightly, and said, "Of course, if everyone is able to do things. After the deed is completed, the reward promised by this seat will definitely be honored. ”

The solemn atmosphere in the room was suddenly relaxed, and everyone below was talking about it, with a relaxed smile on their faces, imagining the beautiful vision of rapid improvement in cultivation after receiving the reward of the Pulp Washing Pill.

In their opinion, the Feng family is just a nobleman in the mortal world, at best, there are only two offerings in the mansion, and they are only the cultivation in the late stage of Qi training, and there are two foundation building period monks on this side to suppress the formation, isn't the solution of the matter still holding a handle?

"Alright, it's almost time. Let's go!" Brother Song walked out of the house first, followed by his junior disciples, and then all the people in the room came out one after another.

When he came to the courtyard, the monk surnamed Song took out an object from the storage bag and threw it into the air, and the thing rose in the wind, and quickly grew to several zhang long and more than one zhang wide, but it was a fusiform flying magic weapon.

The monk surnamed Song and his junior brother jumped up, and everyone looked at this flying magic weapon hesitantly, not knowing whether to go up or not.

"Come on. Your speed is too slow, this seat will take you for a ride. ”

So, everyone jumped on this shuttle-shaped flying magic weapon one after another.

Chen Yang also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and secretly said that he was lucky. When using the Demon Yan Pill, he couldn't use spiritual power, and he had thought that if he wanted to rush to the Feng Mansion separately, he would have to do it now.

The monk surnamed Song tapped his right foot, and a stream of spiritual power was violently injected into the magic weapon under his feet, and the magic weapon turned into a dazzling white light and flew straight into the sky.

Except for Chen Yang, the rest of the people were all from scattered cultivation, and this was the first time in their lives that they had taken a flying magic weapon, and they were trembling before, trying their best to stabilize the lower plate, for fear of falling from a high altitude. Later, when I saw that the Dharma weapon was flying very steadily, I became bolder. Tut-tut praised.

"Brother Yang, don't you seem to be surprised, isn't it the first time to ride a flying magic weapon?"

Chen Yang's heart sank, knowing that he had just been a little careless, so he hurriedly hid to cover up the past. Fortunately, the monk surnamed Zhu didn't suspect anything, but just asked casually.

The distance between the inn and the Feng Mansion was not very far, and it would arrive quickly at the speed of this flying magic weapon.

Lowering the magic weapon, the two monks in charge of monitoring hurriedly came over, indicating that the situation in Feng's mansion was normal.

The monk surnamed Song nodded, looked back at the crowd, and casually named out six people, ordering them to work in groups of two and two, and ambush them in the other three directions, if anyone escaped, they would be killed.

After arranging the encirclement, the monk surnamed Song and his junior disciple with the remaining four people were about to break into the Feng Mansion through the main entrance.

"Boom!" the monk surnamed Song struck casually and knocked the gate out.

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