Following the nightcrawler out of the inn, Zhao Langshi unfolded Ling Bo's micro-steps, followed behind the man unhurriedly, and perfectly restrained his own aura.

The man was wearing a strange black robe, his strength was not strong, and from the perspective of light skills, his strength was estimated to barely reach the second-rate level on the rivers and lakes, and after following for a while, Zhao Lang discouraged the idea that this guy was Tian Boguang.

After all, Tian Boguang is also a relatively powerful master in the rivers and lakes, and there are no masters at the level of the head of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and the general martial arts celebrities are not his opponents. The Tiansong Taoist of the Taishan faction confronted Tian Boguang in the Songhe Tower, and Tian Boguang could knock him down casually.

In terms of strength, Tian Boguang is even enough to compete with Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng faction.

And light work is the means that Tian Boguang relies on to become famous and sign up, and in the entire laughing and proud world, Tian Boguang's light work is at the forefront.

To say that Tian Boguang's light skills are only at the level of a second-rate master, Zhao Lang doesn't believe it.

Since it is not Tian Boguang, who is this person? What is the purpose of running more than ten miles in the middle of the night?

With a stomach full of questions, Zhao Lang quietly followed.

After a while, Zhao Lang heard a leisurely flute, the sound of this flute was much sharper than that of an ordinary flute, not like an ordinary flute in the Central Plains, but like a whistle in the Miaojiang region.

The closer he walked, the clearer the sound of the flute became, and Zhao Lang followed behind the man, and met several black-robed people who were very similar to the person's outfit, and they all hurried from all directions, towards the place where the flute sounded, as if they had been recruited by the sound of the flute.

"Interesting," the corners of Zhao Lang's mouth hooked slightly, "This is the rhythm of the lawbreakers' gathering! ”

Anyway, with Ling Bo's micro-step protection, Zhao Lang was not worried about being in danger.

Lurking halfway through, he found a lone black-robed man, poked his fingers over, dragged him to the side and took off his clothes to change into, Zhao Lang continued to rush towards the flute.

In order to hide his strength, Zhao Lang deliberately slowed down, but even so, he still came to the place where the flute came from at the same time as the other black-robed people.

At this time, Zhao Lang saw clearly that the flute was played by a young girl wearing Miao Jiang flower clothes, she was holding a paper lantern in one hand, and her feet were wrapped around the tree like a beautiful snake, showing charming temptation, and in the other hand, holding a thin Miao Jiang whistle, the sound of the whistle whistle that had been heard several miles away before was from this girl.

With such a small whistle, the whistle sound that came out for miles away, this Miao Jiang girl is not simple!

Zhao Lang looked at this Miaojiang girl, thought about it for a while, and had some guesses about her identity.

"Little brother, am I good-looking?" Miao Jiang girl noticed Zhao Lang's gaze, turned her head, and smiled like a flower.

Zhao Lang was dumbfounded, but a black-robed man beside him showed panic, and hurriedly knelt down in front of the Miao Jiang girl: "Holy envoy forgiveness, this kid is the first time to participate in the audience, offended the holy envoy, please forgive the holy envoy." ”

"Don't kneel down and beg the Holy Envoy to spare your dog's life!" the black-robed man pulled the hem of Zhao Lang's clothes and scolded.

"No need," the Miao Jiang woman who was called the Holy Envoy's face was slightly cold, "The Holy Aunt is almost here, you go and prepare, if you delay the ceremony to welcome the Holy Aunt, no one will be able to please you at that time." ”

After that, the Miao Jiang woman performed light skills and flew towards the outside of the woods.

"Holy aunt, sure enough, that's right. The corners of Zhao Lang's mouth hooked slightly, and he followed the others to the so-called rally site.

A wooden platform was built on the open space, on which a large flag was erected, and the sun and the moon were shining together, exuding a domineering spirit.

Miao Jiang woman, Shenggu, and the sun and the moon are all under the banner, and Zhao Lang's heart almost counts the identities of these people. Zhao Lang didn't expect that one day he would make a cameo appearance as a little minion of the Sun and Moon God Sect, and he also met his baby daughter.

Well, don't say it, it's really interesting to be a disciple of a famous sect for a long time, and occasionally blacken and cosplay! Zhao Lang muttered to himself roughly, without the slightest consciousness of being trapped in a demon cave.

Everyone seemed to have arrived, and the Miaojiang woman stood on the high platform and arched her hand: "Welcome to the Holy Aunt." ”

Then, then Zhao Lang saw that a turtledove flew out of the woods on the side

Well, not a turtledove, but a woman dressed in a colorful manner, with a furry hat on her head, adorned with gold and silver flowers, and a veil pulled down from the hat, which blocked the woman's face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes.

"Another masked superwoman, really enough for the second middle school, do all the girls on the rivers and lakes have this addiction?" Zhao Lang pursed his lips, secretly slandering in his heart, "Just to make a show, I squatted in the grove for more than half an hour, not afraid of mosquito bites? ”

"Blue Phoenix," after some greetings, the Holy Aunt landed on the throne on the high platform, quite feminine, "I want to know how the rudder is earning." ”

Blue Phoenix arched his hand, took out an account book from the small bag behind him, opened it and reported: "Qi Qi Holy Aunt, the gambling houses and brothels operated by this sect are thriving, especially the illegal salt has brought us huge profits."

Tut-tut, it's worthy of the Demon Sect, this way of making profits is so cool, gambling houses, brothels, private salt, is there a professional porcelain!

"Among them, the worst performance is the Fujian rudder in charge of Elder Peng," Blue Phoenix said.

"Holy Aunt Mingjian," Zhao Lang walked out of a man, holding a red box, and said, "Recently, the people in the rivers and lakes have been eyeing the evil sword technique of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, and their subordinates are afraid of changes, so they send their subordinate disciples to monitor day and night, so it will affect the business." ”

Blue Phoenix snorted coldly: "Bastard, it's not good, and you dare to quibble, Holy Aunt, let me kill him!"

Elder Peng hurriedly knelt down and held the red box above his head: "My subordinates have already won the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, please be gracious to the Holy Aunt." ”

"Huh?" Holy Aunt Ren Yingying's eyes flashed, and she flew down from the high platform with light skills, stretched out her hand to grab the red box, and the strong wind lifted her veil, revealing her stunning face under the veil, Qiong's nose was towering, her lips were like Dan, Yingying looked forward to it, and her demeanor was graceful.

"Well, it seems that I didn't cross the new version of Xiaoao Jianghu," Zhao Lang nodded slightly, quite satisfied.

After all, if he met the new smiling and arrogant Yuan Dazui version of Ren Yingying, Zhao Lang suspected that he would really be unable to help but slay demons and subdue demons to maintain the justice of heaven and earth.

Boom!

At this moment, Zhao Lang suddenly heard a slight sound in the red box, and in the small hole on the outside of the box, the cold light flickered suddenly, and nine quenching dark arrows emerged from the box and shot straight towards Ren Yingying.

Old man Qu hasn't burped yet, how can the evil sword spectrum appear so quickly. Zhao Lang had expected it, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he kicked towards the box.

At the same time, not far away, another black-robed man also kicked towards the box in Elder Peng's hand, and the light in his eyes was sharp, like a sharp sword unsheathed.