"Be careful!" cried the elf. The black-robed man who had jumped from the roof had already slammed down on top of Luo Zhuo's head, his hands sticking out of the black robe, his nails long, reflecting a green glow in the moonlight.

"Snort-" With a snort, Luo Zhuo turned to the side slightly, and the nails of the black-robed man slashed in front of him, cutting a long hole in the short sleeves on Luo Zhuo's body, after all, Luo Zhuo's body couldn't keep up with his reaction, and there were some small mistakes in this dodge.

Luo Zhuo's face was a little embarrassed, who was he, the former head disciple of Kunlun, the first person of the younger generation in the cultivation realm, when he was in the cultivation realm, he had never been so embarrassed after a hundred battles, of course, he thought he was embarrassed, the black-robed man and the elf, and the arhat who had never shown up didn't think so, they were all surprised that Luo Zhuo dodged the killing blow with just a small move, and this black-robed man could chase and kill the elf and the arhat with almost no way to escape.

"Shame on you. Luo Zhuo muttered and raised his hand, and everyone present heard a clicking sound of fractures at the same time, and Luo Zhuo's fist had already fallen on the face of the black-robed man.

"Forehead—" The black-robed man let out two painful snorts from his mouth, and fell to the ground with a thud, and from the elf's point of view, the black-robed man's face was deformed, and his nose collapsed completely.

One punch, just one punch, and the man in black had already been knocked to the ground.

In fact, as soon as this black-robed man made a move, Luo Zhuo had already seen that this black-robed man's skills were actually much higher than his current Ming Jin cultivation, but Luo Zhuo's most powerful thing was not his cultivation, but his vision, after all, he used to be a Mahayana monk, just a person with dark strength, in Luo Zhuo's eyes, he was not much stronger than ants, his movements were full of loopholes in Luo Zhuo's eyes, not to mention that Luo Zhuo's cultivation was the Zixiao refining form attached to Hongmeng Purple Qi, his cultivation had not yet reached the dark power, but the physical strength was no weaker than that of ordinary dark energy masters, this black-robed man was punched in the face by him, and he only had half a life left if he didn't die。

"Let's go, take this garbage with you. Luo Zhuo said coldly, shaking his head and walking into the house, very dissatisfied with his performance.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for coming to the rescue, but my partner is seriously injured, can you borrow your place for me to bandage his wounds before leaving?" The different color on the elf's face flashed, she and Luo Han met the black-robed man today, and both of them were injured under a battle, coincidentally the ability organization was not in the capital except for the two of them, at the moment of crisis, the elf intuitively felt that this was the only way to live, and thanks to the plane accident, the elf has been insisting on letting people monitor Luo Zhuo's actions, so that he could escape to Luo Zhuo's small courtyard, but before she only guessed that Luo Zhuo was a master, and she didn't think that he could actually level the black-robed man with one punch.

"What does his life or death have to do with me, get out immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude, if you dare to enter my place at will in the future, his fate will be in front of you." Luo Zhuo turned his back to them and said coldly, slamming the door shut.

"Elf, don't beg him, let's go. Luo Han came out of the shadows, his right arm hanging limply, obviously broken, and there was a wound on his chest more than a foot long, although it no longer bled out, but the flesh turned out, which was particularly shocking.

The elf's face turned a little pale, and he was silent for a moment, and said, "Today is our presumptuousness, and I will repay the grace of saving our lives later." ”

"If you don't send it, close the door. Luo Zhuo's voice came from the room, he didn't have a good impression of this elf and Arhat, today it was him, if it was someone else, wouldn't the two of them hurt one more life by bringing the enemy here so hastily? If it weren't for Luo Zhuo's cultivation of Zixiao Refining in the past few days, he might not be able to easily deal with this black-robed man.

The elf silently helped Luo Han, freed up one hand to drag the black-robed man, and walked out of Luo Zhuo's small courtyard, after all, the capital is their base camp, and the reason why they were chased and killed by this black-robed man was because of the suddenness of the incident, without the black-robed man, they still have a lot of ways to deal with it.

The elf also knew that today's events might offend Luo Zhuo, but she had no choice, this black-robed person was an alien, if she didn't lure people here but went to other places, it would only cause more casualties, and the alien was not something that ordinary soldiers could deal with, although it was a gamble, but she was finally right, Luo Zhuo was really not an ordinary person.

Luo Zhuo didn't take this episode to heart, the little unhappiness was quickly put behind him, a few people who were secretly cultivating, they didn't even cross the threshold of cultivation in the cultivation realm, he didn't take it seriously at all, as soon as he walked into the room, he quickly entered the cultivation again, and now the realm is still too low, Luo Zhuo doesn't have much time to waste.

In the other direction of the capital, where Luo Zhuo used to paint, Zhou Yan was on a video call with someone.

"Grandpa, I've found some clues. Zhou Yan said with a serious expression.

"There is a clue so soon?!" The voice that came out of the stereo was a little excited, and I saw a white-haired old man on the screen in front of Zhou Yan suddenly come to the front of the camera.

"I don't know if it's counted, grandpa, you said that the person who painted it for you back then still has a painting in his hand, which is Huang Gongwang's Water Pavilion Tranquility Map, just a few days ago, I saw that painting with my own eyes. Zhou Yan said.

"How could you have seen it? I have checked that painting, and it has long been donated to the National Museum. The old man on the screen said with a frown.

"It's true, I saw someone draw one with my own eyes, and even Grandpa Dong can't tell the real from the fake, so I suspect that the painting in the museum may also be fake, and even the painting you got back then may be fake!" Zhou Yan said.

"Who is the person who painted the painting? You invite him here, no, it's not good, I'll go to the capital immediately!" the old man said, and hung up the video before Zhou Yan could answer.

Zhou Yan pursed his lips, a little unhappy, and his grandfather had already gotten into the car and rushed to the airport, sitting in the car, he was still rubbing a yellowed diary in his hand.

Almost two hours later, when Zhou Yan's grandfather had already boarded the plane, the elf and the arhat had already returned to the stronghold of the supernatural organization in the capital, first tied up the black-robed man and put him in a special cell, and after bandaging the wound of the arhat, the elf dialed the phone in a room.

I dialed several numbers in a row, but no one answered, and it wasn't until the fifth call that someone finally connected.

"Elf, why did you remember to call your brother? You miss me after only a few days?" a somewhat flirtatious voice came out on the phone.

"Do you want to die, who do you call yourself brother, Xiao Lei, is the boss with you?" the elf snorted.

"No, yesterday I tracked the enemy separately with the boss, and there are quite a few strangers who entered this time. Talking about business, the voice was slightly restricted.

"I can't contact the boss now, when you see the boss, tell him that the capital has infiltrated the supernatural person, Arhat is injured, and you need to come back as soon as possible. The elf said solemnly.

"What? someone has already infiltrated the capital?" The business raised a few decibels and said: "Who is it, you are impatient, you wait, I will return to the capital immediately, grandpa's, there are really people who are not afraid of death!"

"Be sure to inform the boss first, I have a hunch, this time it's not a coincidence, so many people with abilities enter at the same time, I'm afraid something big will happen. The elf said.

"Got it. There was a beeping voice from the microphone, the other party had already hung up the phone, the elf frowned slightly, and seriously wondered if he had missed something, why was there suddenly so many hostile forces of the powerhouse attacking?