The good show in the temple has ended, and Yu Hanyan wanted to go down to end this farce. However, just as she was about to act, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the shadow on another beam opposite, and her heart suddenly froze.

Maybe there's a person hiding in that shadow?

But when I came up just now, I didn't notice anything unusual...... How did the man come up?

Moreover, he did not perceive the breath of any living person......

Lu Yuqing searched the night owl from head to toe. He only found an oiled paper tube, and searched carefully again.

As a result, all he could find was, of course, a portrait of Concubine Ming.

He took out the portrait, spread it out and looked at it, then carefully rolled it up and put it in his belt.

He was only halfway there.

He only heard a whisper of "hiss", as if a breeze had swept past him, and then a series of sharp noises suddenly exploded.

He barely tilted his head, just in time to see a short knife of extremely indecent shape, with an evil cold light, squeaking between his waist and eyes.

His body was crooked, and he miraculously avoided the vital point, only to be pulled out of a deep bloody hole. While dodging, with a wave of his right hand, he threw the oiled paper tube in his hand towards the door.

This action saved his life.

The attacker had no time to care about him, and turned to chase the oil paper tube.

In such a rainstorm, if the priceless Ming Concubine Yan's painting is wet with rain, it is really an unforgivable sin!

Lu Yuqing was like a lost dog, and he slammed open the side door and escaped.

Yu Hanyan has a full view of all this.

The shadow on the opposite beam has disappeared at some point.

She saw clearly the face of the person who attacked Lu Yuqing below, and it was a night owl who was obviously dead!

The night owl walked back into the house with a carton of oil, glanced at the corpse of "himself" on the ground, and let out a contemptuous sneer from his mouth.

An irrepressible throbbing suddenly appeared in Yu Hanyan's heart, and there seemed to be an electric current flashing in his body, and he couldn't help but tremble for a moment.

'Finger Picker has already gotten something, what is he doing when he comes back?'

In her suspicious gaze, the night owl put away the oil paper tube, tightened his belt, slowly paced to the center of the courtyard, and said with a raised face: "Jade fairy, do you come down by yourself, or let me invite you?"

Yu Hanyan's heart was awe-inspiring, and he secretly clenched the Broken Sword. Previously, in order to hide her traces, she had already held the Broken Sword in her arms.

She still had some doubts in her heart. The following snap of the finger picks the star, the art of disguise and transformation is the best in the rivers and lakes, and the body is wonderful and scheming, and he is a headache. However, with his real strength, he is only about the same as He Lianshan and others, so how can he grasp the head-on argument with himself?

But she soon understood where the self-confidence of the finger picks came from. For two more figures came in through the side door. A richly dressed swordsman, and a man dressed as a Taoist priest.

It's okay to be a swordsman in a gorgeous costume, but there is a faint aura on that Taoist priest that makes her feel afraid.

"Why hasn't the Jade Fairy come down, is it because he is addicted to being a gentleman on the beam?" The swordsman in the Chinese costume walked in, and at first glance he looked at the hiding place of the jade cold smoke on the beam of the room, and said sneering words in his mouth. The first time Yu Hanyan met his gaze, he felt that this person's eyes were particularly annoying.

She secretly estimated the strength of these people. The cultivation of the swordsman in the costume is probably not far from Zhu Fei, the Taoist priest is hidden deeper, and the aura is very good, it seems to be indifferent, but it is very likely that there is a powerful magic weapon by his side.

If you face these three people at the same time, you can probably barely fight a draw if you try your best. Unfortunately, due to the existence of the finger picker, the hope of escape has become extremely slim. The only way out is to first use the Peerless Serious Injury to snap the finger star, and then maybe find a chance to win......

"The little brother has long admired the name of the Jade Fairy, and today I am fortunate to have one, and I also ask the Jade Fairy to show a straight face, so that the little brother can pay tribute to one or two ......"

Flicked his fingers and said: "Brother Song, this is Meng Lang, the beauty of the jade fairy is only shown to his beloved Lang Jun, how can you see it?"

The swordsman in the Chinese costume chuckled: "Little brother, I don't understand, everyone knows that the Qingling Fairy of Jiulong Peak looks like a fairy, why can't he show it to his younger brother?"

"Brother can you know, the rumors are exaggerated and false, one or two points of appearance can also be said to be the appearance of the city, if the jade fairy is really good-looking, how can he be stingy......?

The two sang and harmonized, trying their best to ridicule and satirize, wanting to anger Yu Hanyan, but Yu Hanyan only listened.

The Taoist priest didn't say a word, walked around the house, squatted down again, carefully examined several corpses on the ground, and finally picked up Zhan Lu in the hand of the scarred man, rubbed his fingers on the blade, and praised: "Good sword!" Put it in the sheath and hand it to the swordsman in Huafu. The swordsman in the Chinese costume unceremoniously tied it to his belt, looked up and smiled: "With this sword, I have some confidence in facing the Jade Fairy!"

Yu Hanyan didn't have time to pay attention to him, she saw that there was more pale yellow powder on the ground, which was secretly spilled by the Taoist priest, faintly in line with the gossip of the five elements, and seemed to seal all her footholds.

She frowned slightly, and said in a condensed voice: "Wait for the evil mind!" Before the words fell, the Broken Sword in her hand turned into a shining light and shot out, directly flicking her finger at the Star Gate. At the same time, she heard only a loud noise, and her figure had slammed into the roof, lifted the tiles and rushed out.

"She's going to run!" the swordsman in the Chinese costume shouted, and after a pause, the person flew towards the sky, pulled out the newly acquired Zhanlu sword, and swept a brilliant light towards the soles of Yu Hanyan's feet.

However, his body was really not fast enough, and the finger picking star that was fast enough was intimidated by the sharp edge of the Broken Sword, and he couldn't keep up in time. When the swordsman in the costume rushed to the roof, Yu Hanyan's figure had already drifted away like light smoke, and when she left, she stomped her foot, lifted off a large piece of bricks and tiles, and threw it at the swordsman in the costume with a bang. When the swordsman in the Chinese costume wielded Zhan Lu to break through these debris, how could he still catch up with Yu Hanyan's figure?

Yu Hanyan swept across the corner of the eaves, waved her hand, and the ruined sword in the house folded back like an arrow, shot through the roof, and fell into her hands.

The biggest crisis has passed, and now there is only one finger picker who can catch up with her.

When the finger picks up Xing Yima, he will find the horror of Jiulong Peak's immovable real person true swordsmanship!

However, at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew on his side, and the sound of a dragon and a tiger roaring sounded in his ears, accompanied by a furious shout: "Yu Hanyan, suffer death!"