The pupils of the eyes showed spots of color at some point, and the appearance of the phoenix was terrible and unfamiliar.

"Take her to my room, no one is allowed to touch her!"

The men's faces immediately lost their smiles, just because of Phoenix's words.

When the phoenix said this, the woman really couldn't move.

Looking at the disappearing back of the phoenix, the man who originally had thoughts about the extremely beautiful woman in front of him all thought like this.

On the street at the south gate of Phoenix, pedestrians have returned to their original liveliness, and most of the businessmen on the roadside are selling swords and wounds, some in groups of three or five, and some alone. There was a disagreement and a big fight in the transaction, but no matter how many fingers or arms landed on the side, the hawking over there was still lively.

Even when the sound of the fight was a little too loud, the owner of the shop had to step on a chair and increase the volume.

"Famous swords blazing! Five twos and one hand! Sharpen iron like clay! Nitpicking! Not sharp enough, no money!"

"Lao Tzu gives you three articles because you can afford you! Damn, you still want fifty taels! I think you're tired of life! Look at the knife!"

"Healing Elixir Hardware Pill! Eight taels and one bottle! Let's take a look!"

"If you don't have any money, get out! Lao Tzu doesn't have time to take care of you! I'm grass! You're really! Brothers, copy guys! Someone smashed the field!"

"Five thunders bang to the top! The best exercises! The emperor realm is not a dream! Only 200 taels! You heard you right! As long as 200 taels! You can't buy it and suffer a loss! You can't be fooled! What are you waiting for?! Come and buy it! Damn, be quiet! Say what about you! What are you glaring at! Brothers, copy guys! I think he wants to smash the field!"

"I'll go to your uncle's! Bully Lao Tzu alone! Brothers come out!"

Hu Shuangyue stumbled and appeared on the blood-stained long street, he was drunk and smoked, holding a black sheath sword in his hand, very disappointed.

Nie Tianyang didn't appear here, although he obviously felt that way.

He didn't know that Nie Tianyang had appeared here not long ago, and was charmed by a fox demon and fainted in defeat. If you let him know, he can at least smile.

The crowd was so chaotic that it was almost impossible to find a way out, and Hu Shuangyue's footsteps stopped.

"Let's ...... Let's let. ”

Hu Shuangyue was drunk and smoked, and pushed the person in front of him away, with enough strength to kill the tiger and forcibly push down a group of dominoes.

People fell to the ground, looking at this drunken and smoked man, but they were all silent, and their eyes were on the black sheath sword in Hu Shuangyue's hand, and they couldn't move a single point.

Regardless of the fancy of the shopkeeper of the sword shop, people can still see at a glance that the pile of broken copper and iron is worth a few catties and taels, and those goods are only enough to deceive young people who are not deeply involved in the world, and bully some weak little people.

And the drunken man in front of him, the sword he was carrying in his hand, was a real treasure, which all the people who were still fighting just now could see.

Walking in the twilight north, a worthy treasure is indispensable.

Clever people can see that this man is not easy to mess with, but outlaws don't think so.

The earth-shattering roar could not attract people's attention, and the silence here had just appeared, and suddenly a large group of men came to see the excitement.

The men were ragged and vicious-looking, and their iron swords were rusty.

They were alarmed: why did another swordsman appear?

Thinking of the terrifying swordsman with a fast sword, the men hesitated a little, and did not dare to step forward as usual.

They were thinking, this black-robed man would not be in the same group as that swordsman, if it was true, I am afraid that he would suffer, now the phoenix is not by their side, in case this black-robed man's strength is not weaker than that swordsman, there will be no one here who is his opponent.

It was not unfounded for the leader of the men to think so, he felt that both of them had a similar smell, and that smell was like a killing intent that would explode at any time.

"Hurry up and report to Miss. The leader-like man stepped back and said quietly.

At the same time, looking at the black-robed swordsman in the field, he was a little jealous, and the wicked were also afraid of the wicked, which was unchanged for eternity.

Hu Shuangyue's body does not have Nie Tianyang's scholarly taste, he is full of domineering, dressed in a black robe, looks tall and big, and can push a group of people with a slap, which deters everyone who wants to kill people and seize treasures, this person's strength is not ordinary.

"Look at what to see. ”

Hu Shuangyue said lightly, staggered forward, everyone consciously gave way, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Castle Lord's Mansion.

The phoenix walked with apprehension to a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere, which was surrounded by high walls, and whose walls had long been in the shadow of the pavilion, and which did not see the light of day, and was crawling with moss, green like a huge tortoise shell, and buckled upside down there.

Inside lived was Phoenix's father, a terminally ill man who was about to die, but he was going to die.

Phoenix has always believed that it is better to live to this point than to end the field.

Phoenix thought that if she had such a day, she would not live like her father.

Dozens of steps away from the courtyard, a fishy smell dispersed in the air, and the distance slowly narrowed, and the bloodiness became thicker and thicker.

Phoenix opened the door lock and approached slowly, his face full of melancholy, according to his father's words, his death was a relief for himself, and a nightmare for Phoenix.

The totems in the courtyard are inserted like ambush soldiers, lined up in an orderly formation.

The smell of blood became pungent, and if you saw the Shura scene in front of you for the first time, you would almost faint with fright.

The corpses of hundreds of foxes were displayed among the flags, and the blood that flowed was sticky and sticky.

The stinking corpse didn't bother the phoenix at all, and she approached as if she hadn't seen it.

An ugly old man lay in a pool of blood, holding a snow-white fox in his hands.

The little fox was unharmed, its neck was locked by the old man, unable to break free, its limbs struggled wildly, and the old man scratched countless scars.

The phoenix approached, finished the white fox with a knife, and fed the old man to drink blood.

After the old man drank the blood, his spirit improved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the person coming, smiling reluctantly, and his face was pale and frightening, especially when the corners of his mouth were still hanging exaggerated blood.