Let's talk about Xixinlou, Liu Buzhan, Liu Zhikun and Qiu Yufei were all plotted, Hua Shuting pulled out her sword and prepared to continue to move forward.

Xiao Sanlang said coldly: "Mrs. Zheng, aren't you afraid that the land you set foot on was also poisoned by the Lord of the Strange Flower Valley?

Mom, the poison that is so domineering in the golden threaded clothes is still a small skill of carving insects, what is the bone? What is the dark blue? Tough as Hua Shuting also had to weigh it and stop.

Murong Yao looked at Meng Songxian, and Zheng Yao looked at Grandma Tong of the Qingcheng faction. Grandma Tong snorted, and a dragon head was crutched on the ground: "Yicheng is really a demon." Since we have joined forces with the Valley of Strange Flowers, today, our preparations are not sufficient. "Turn around and go.

Murong Yao snorted: "Prince Yicheng, we will come back again." ”

Yin Shisan shouted: "Since I am not interested in the head of the big boss, the account of smashing the heart building must be calculated." Before the words fell, Cheng Yitian pushed him away.

At this time, most of the people were already turning around and walking out, and no one could see what happened later. First of all, Meng Songxian of Mengjiabao slashed in front of Yin Shisan. The thin short knife, which is no more than one foot two long, is as fast as a meteor. But I was touched by something. Closer was Du Boyang, who also held a knife in his hand.

Meng Songxian's knife swung away, thinking that Du Boyang had blocked it.

As for the immediate arrival, there is also a hidden weapon. It was the "Heaven and Earth Net Soul Search Cone" that Ouyang and himself studied, and the three iron cones with small physiques were shot out in three ways: upper, middle and lower, followed by a puff of steel needles. These steel needles are the size of ordinary embroidery needles, and they are sent out at once, hundreds of them, and they come to the head in a dense way, almost like a net. That's why it's called: Heaven and Earth Net Soul Search Cone!

This net of heaven and earth with an iron cone is not Yin Thirteen, but Cheng Yitian, the son of Yicheng. Cheng Yitian stood at the front, and Ouyang was only a foot away from him when he sent a dark weapon. With such a short distance, it is difficult for even immortals to save themselves.

It's just that Cheng Yitian has practiced Qianyuan Mixed Heaven since he was a child, and a masculine true force has long been superb. When the true air turns, it envelops the whole body, like a wall of air. As soon as the net reached about a foot, it spontaneously slowed down. Xiao Sanlang's black magnetic fan waved over, and the bees were all sucked away, and the three soul searching cones were taken down by Yin Thirteen's lock soldiers.

When Meng Songxian and Ouyang He looked fixedly, they only saw Du Boyang with a knife and Xiao Sanlang and Yin Shisan, who made a move.

Only Cheng Yitian and Sang Yue were left in the Xixin Building.

Sang Yueren's eyes were "purring", just staring at the group of people opposite.

Xiao Saburo said coldly: "Don't dream, we will thank you." In a word, it dispelled the extravagant hope of the Sang Yue people who wanted to ask for rewards.

Sang Yue smiled "hehe" and said, "Then I'll go, it's always okay, right?"

"Don't think!" this time it was Yin Thirteen who spoke. has suffered a big loss from this house, and his father has been pitted many times in the past, and Yin Shisanyi is angry.

Cheng Yitian said: "Let him go." ”

Xiao Sanlang said: "Childe, he just wants to frame me in order to provoke a greater contradiction between us and Murong Yao. Evil intentions are punishable!"

However, it was precisely because of him that Uncle Du was not injured by people like Liu Buzhan and Liu Zhikun. Cheng Yitian said, turning his face to Sang Yueren, "The eldest husband has a kindness to repay the kindness, and I will let you go again today." If we meet again next time, we can have a mutual relationship. ”

When the Sangyue people got the pardon, they didn't immediately turn around and run away, but staggered up two steps.

Cheng Yitian was not afraid of him: "Do you have anything else to say?"

The Sang Yue people couldn't stop bluffing him, and they were slightly deflated. After a while, he said, "How do the two young ladies of the Hua family feel?" Cheng Yitian was slightly stunned, and he laughed out loud. Taking advantage of the laughter, Sang Yueren slipped out of the Xixin Building and stood at the door: "Cheng Yitian, you can sell me any favor, since this is the case, it is better for you to give me spruce." ”

The word "spruce" had a great impact on Cheng Yitian. Cheng Yitian chased him down the street.

As he ran forward, the Sangyue people turned back to him and said, "I will marry her as my wife." ”

In this way, Cheng Yitian has to continue to chase down. The two of them went around in circles in Yuezhou City, one after the other. Sang Yue people neither ran far, nor did Cheng Yitian really catch up with him. Sang Yue people play fishing, and Cheng Yitian plays tracking. The two men came to a clearing with their own hearts. There are tall locust trees around, and under one of them, the Sang Yue people beckoned Cheng Yitian to come over.

Cheng Yitian walked over, and Sang Yue took something that looked like jewelry and shook it in front of him.

As a last resort, Cheng Yitian got a little closer.

Sang Yueren's left hand was clenched into a fist, forcing Cheng Yitian to bring his face closer. Suddenly, a wet handkerchief covered Cheng Yitian's face. The powerful anesthetic extracted from the fifty catties of large-leaf drunken golden flowers instantly fascinated him to the ground. In the past, Xiao Sanlang had suffered the loss of this anesthetic, and today, the combination of Xuan Bee Spirit with this anesthetic is generally ineffective.

Sang Yue people made a move, and laughed proudly while panting. He dragged Cheng Yitian from the ground, carried it on his shoulders, and drilled many laps in the alley with all his strength. In the end, he threw Cheng Yitian in the vinegar vat of a sauce shop, soaked it for half an hour, soaked all his things in vinegar, and then called two sedan chair drivers to carry the wet Cheng Yitian onto the sedan chair. With a smell of vinegar, he followed, and the group came to a house in the city.

This is a medium-sized house with three entrances, and after the Sang Yue people put Cheng Yitianan into a room, they went to change their clothes. Change into clean clothes, and he will wait with peace of mind. After waiting for two hours, someone climbed up to the wall outside the patio.

Who else is there but spruce?

Murong Yao instigated a large number of people in the rivers and lakes to make a big fuss about Xixinlou, such a big thing, it was impossible for Spruce not to pay attention to it afterwards. Nowadays, she doesn't use disguise techniques to hide her appearance, so beautiful and loves to wear purple girls, you can notice it by just someone. Give her a letter, follow it, and she'll find another, and so on, and so on, and so on, and she'll find here.

The spruce trees that floated down from the wall came from room to room, and finally, they came to the nearest hugging building to the courtyard where the Sangyue people were.

This hugging house has been renovated and is very large inside. When the spruce entered, it was pitch black inside. I saw a man on a pillar. Spruce did not suspect him, and rushed over. In the darkness, what I saw was Cheng Yitian's handsome face. Dressed in light gray clothes, it is his low-key and delicate style.

"Brother Yitian. "Warm and soft incense approached. Spruce couldn't hear the other party's answer, and was shocked, and reached out to probe Cheng Yitian's snort.

Never smelled such a faint fragrance so closely, Cheng Yitian moved slightly, and then let out a painful **.

"What's wrong?" Spruce asked.

"Plotted. The voice was deep and hoarse.

"Sang Yue people can also plot against you?" Although he thought it was incredible, Spruce did not doubt it, and used his sword to cut the rope.

Cheng Yitian "pounced" so soft that he fell to the ground.

"Is it a big-leaf drunken goldenrod?"

"Hmm!" Cheng Yitian replied in a low voice.

The spruce was vaguely abrupt.

Leaning on his soft body, his head resting on her shoulders. Faint fragrance, wisps into the nose. His heart shook for a moment.

Hearing the slightly heavy gasp, the spruce was slightly surprised. However, in the night, which was originally different from the day, the spruce was considerate and relieved.

Cheng Yitian asked: "You said that you want to find someone who is a hundred times stronger than me, are you lying to me?"

Spruce paused for a moment and let out a low "um".

He asked, "Is it to deceive the girl who plays the lute?"

Spruce's body stiffened.

He noticed it and looked up.

This action revealed a flaw again, and Spruce pushed him away violently. "When—" The sword was unsheathed again. Even in the darkness of the night, you can feel the chill of the sharp blade. Less than half an inch from his neck.

Spruce realized that he had been fooled, and couldn't help gritting his teeth: "Okay, you Sangyue people!"

He was disappointed, and then laughed. "Quack", sure enough, is still the familiar and disgusting emphasis.

"How did you find out?" Sang Yue didn't fully understand for a while.

After several zhang separation, behind the four carved doors, the real Cheng Yitian, who was tied from his neck to his ankles by a cow tendon rope, couldn't help but laugh in his heart: "Stupid, really stupid!"

In order to gain Spruce's trust, Sang Yue people tried their best to prove that they were the real Cheng Yitian. Therefore, Cheng Yitian knows, and spruce also knows things. However, he ignored that the girl holding the pipa wanted to be unfavorable to Cheng Yitian, and only Spruce knew about it, and Cheng Yitian didn't know about it at all.

Even, Cheng Yitian should have forgotten the girl in white holding the pipa, even if he remembered, it was absolutely impossible to mention it at this time.

Besides, the real Yicheng Gongzi is flooded with peach blossoms, from Yu Xuesheng to the Meng sisters, and then there are Hua sisters entangled, how can they be so anxious about the beauties?

Spruce said: "A fake is a fake, and you still expect to deceive me into marrying you?" As he spoke, Sang Yueren, who was pretending to be Cheng Yitian, threw something over.

Subconsciously, Spruce raised his wrist and blocked with the sword body. The thing bumped into it, fell to the ground, and shattered, and it turned out to be a vase. There were a lot of things in the room, vases, flowers, water bowls, clay pots, and books, and the Sang Yue people threw them one by one, and threw them to the end, Spruce lost his patience, shook his sword, stabbed a book, and then stabbed the other party in the shoulder with a sword.

The people of Sangyue cried out in pain.

Spruce pushed him hard until he was pinned to the wall.

Sang Yue people wailed: "You, how can you, ...... me So ruthless?"

"Where is Brother Yitian?"

The title has not changed, and Cheng Yitian's heart is warm behind the carved door.

Sang Yue stopped howling, twisted his face, and "quack" chuckled: "He, isn't he here, ah-" It turned spruce's hand half a circle. The sharp sword rolled over his shoulder. Cold sweat beads rolled down on Sang Yueren's forehead, as big as soybeans.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You...... Come closer. ”

The spruce does not move.

"You, come closer, or I won't tell you when I'm dead, ah—" Because of the pain, the Sang Yue people howled softly again.

Spruce's heart softened slightly, however, at this moment, Sang Yue raised his hand and grabbed her hand. The blood of the Sangyue people touched the skin of the spruce, and it was cool. After a while, the spruce was in front of his eyes, his hair was dizzy, and the man fell to the ground with a "bang".

Cheng Yitian could only see through the carved door, and he could hear the sound in his ears. He knew that the spruce still fell into the calculation of the Sang Yue people in the end. This Sangyue person is really hateful. Tie him so tightly that she stuffs an anesthetically coated peach pit in his mouth. His mouth was numb, and he couldn't say a word. Hands and feet desperately want to move, but they still can't break free.

You have to use a sharp blade, but no one knows where he got the blade when he's tied up here.

The only thing that can be there is the true qi that circulates in the body. And this true qi, if it can be thrown out of the body and turned into a sword, it would be great.

On the other side of the door, the smug voice of the Sang Yue people sounded again.

On this side of the door, Cheng Yitian was anxious.