"Is that guy, where is it?"

"Over there. ”

"It's finally here, and I'm waiting for Uncle for a while. ”

"Borrowed, borrowed, let Zhu Gongzi go over ......"

People enthusiastically made a way for Zhu Fei, so that he could see You Xiahan on the platform at a glance.

The fat man followed behind him and whispered: "Bamboo pole, your odds are very high! I bet three thousand taels on you, and if you win, we will give ......."

"Shut up!" Zhu Fei and You Xiahan looked at each other from afar, frowned and said, "Why is this little girl?"

"Could it be that you are not sure?Or because there is a woman on the other side, you can't do it?bamboo pole, you must not be like this, if you lose, you will not have the face to see Miss Xiaofeng——"

"Choke!"

Zhu Fei drew his sword out of the sheath and said coldly: "If you want to say another word of nonsense, I will cut off your tongue first!"

The fat man closed his mouth in recognition.

Zhu Fei didn't care about him anymore and strode towards the front of the stage.

Raindrops poured down from the sky, but before they could touch his clothes, they were cut open by the sword qi and scattered on both sides. The Smoke Cloud Sword emitted a rippling brilliance, cutting the rain into mist, and the mist surrounded him, like a lake of shisha waves. This is exactly where the name of the Yanyun Sword comes from!

When the people next to him saw his posture, they couldn't help but whisper:

"Is this the legendary Smoke Cloud Sword?

"Although Zhu Gongzi's reputation is not as good as that of Heavenly Sword He Lianshan, he is also the leader of the younger generation, I don't think the little girl in Yandang Mountain may be able to beat him......"

"Hehe, isn't it up to you to decide whether you can win or not, didn't you see Ge Xinglie next to you?"

You Xiahan held his sword, got up, looked down at Zhu Fei who was approaching condescendingly, and said, "You are finally here." ”

"Are you asking me to fight?" Zhu Fei stopped a few feet away in front of the discussion platform, frowned, and said, "Why didn't He Lianshan come?

"You don't need a man to deal with you. You Xiahan sneered, "If you want to challenge Senior Brother He, let's win against my little girl first!"

"Okay! As long as the child cries, will the adults come out?" Zhu Fei sighed lightly and jumped onto the high platform.

It was pouring rain from the sky, and it was the time when the power of the Yanyun Sword was at its strongest. Since this woman surnamed You insisted on challenge, Zhu Fei was no longer polite and decided to let her taste the taste of the vast and boundless sword like the smoke waves of the Dongting!

The rain washed over the town, and everything was covered with a gloomy smoke screen.

The world outside the town is all in the vastness and darkness, and it can no longer be seen.

The river reflected the dark clouds, glowing dark black, and was hit by thousands of raindrops, stirring up countless ripples, and the dark world in the water also swayed and shattered.

In such weather, the birds and beasts were silent, but a vigorous figure quietly appeared in the dilapidated Wutong Temple.

It was a long-faced, shrewd-looking man, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was carefully surveying the situation of the abandoned temple.

Yes, this is it. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds and barren, covered with cobwebs and dust, and even the rainwater seeping from the roof was stained black with filthy black, and it was true that no one had been here for a long time.

That Sun Buren was also shrewd, and he actually thought of putting things in this place, no wonder he dared to stay in the town and not leave. However, he probably didn't expect to meet a murderer like Ma Li one day, and the result of excessive greed was that the bamboo basket was empty.

The long-faced man couldn't help nodding, stayed on the ridge of the roof for a while, looked around for a while, and then jumped down and landed in the temple.

In fact, he was lucky. If he hadn't just looked down and looked a few more times at a different position, he would have noticed the jade smoke on the beam opposite. In this case, he can only taste the Broken Sword with his chest.

Yu Hanyan recognized it at a glance, this person was a famous captain in the rivers and lakes, nicknamed the night owl, and he had a high attainment in the technique of digging tombs and hunting treasures.

Such a role, of course, is cannon fodder used to take the lead. Yu Hanyan lay motionless, she wanted to see how many people would take the bait this time.

The night owl doesn't know he's been shut down by the ghost gate, and he's concentrating on finding the treasure.

Where will Sun Buren put his things?

The first thing he saw was the shrine in front of him, and the dilapidated statue in the shrine. He thought, according to the way people think about it, they would definitely put things near the shrine.

But he didn't dare to be careless. Since Sun Buren is willing to hide things in a place where this kind of bird doesn't, he can't keep it, so he has arranged some powerful mechanism, and the night owl doesn't want to lose his life before he sees something.

He pulled the tinder out of his bosom, lit an oil candle, glued it firmly on the broken table, and looked up at the ceiling. The corners of the beams were covered with spider silk, washed by the rain that seeped in, and the black-gray liquid slid down the wooden pillars. He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, so he surveyed the ground again.

The ground was paved with ashlar bricks, and he carefully tried to walk through it, and concluded that the ground was solid, and there were no tricks.

What about the walls on all four sides?

He tapped with his knuckles inch by inch, and found that they were all solid, with no secret doors and no mezzanines. Thankfully, there are no harmful pitfalls.

He checked the tattered table again, changed its position, and it was all right.

Now only the shrine remains.

He scanned the words in his mouth, and his gaze swept carefully over the idol before reaching out and tapping it with his knuckles.

"Boom!"

The partition under the shrine suddenly emitted a hollow sound, and the night owl's heart thumped.

Is there a dark compartment behind the partition?

The night owl hurriedly pulled the dagger from his leg and carefully pried up the partition.

When that partition fell, the night owl was so excited that he almost jumped.

There was a dark compartment behind the partition, and there was a yellow oiled paper tube in the dark compartment.

The night owl's hands trembled slightly, took off the paper tube, poured it out, and saw that the scroll inside was a beautiful picture of a silk pen.

The statue of Concubine Han Ming, worth 300,000 taels of silver, is in hand.

The night owl was panting and his heart was racing, so he hurriedly rolled up the original photo, put it in a paper tube, and put it in his arms.

He wiped his sweat and searched everywhere again, and found that this was the only gain, so he decided to stop.

He blew out the candles, stood in the shadow of the eaves, pursed his lips and whistled lightly, and saw a figure fall from behind the ridge.

It was the impermanent ghost that appeared in Sun Buren's nightmares countless times, the scarred man Ma Li.

"Got it?"

"Hmm. ”

"What is it?"

"Statue of Concubine Han Ming. ”

"What else?"

"Only this one piece was found. ”

"How can there be only one? ”