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As the day of the blooming lotus in the East China Sea approaches, Ninghai Town is also a lot more lively, and there are more faces in recent days.

In the bazaar, two people dressed as Taoist priests, one fat and one thin, were reprimanding the surrounding townspeople.

"I said, just such a little protection fee, which is getting less and less every year, looking for death?" The fat man was five big and three thick, with a fierce face, and glared fiercely at a market person.

"You see, we are immortal families, and we deign to protect you ordinary people, and we can live a long life if we know how to repay our kindness. Do you say?" continued the thin man with a squint.

The two sang and harmonized, intimidating and persuading at the same time.

This is an old vice of the disciples of the Haihe Sect, who come out in the early spring of March every year and search for it.

Although money was regarded as dung by many high-ranking people outside the world, these monks who were not yet in the world still flocked to it. Many precious things in the cultivation realm are circulating, such as magic weapons, herbs, etc., making them even more greedy.

What's more, in a remote place like the East China Sea, it is difficult for imperial power to reach. As long as there is no major incident, Perry will also open one eye and close one eye, which makes this group of wealthy wolves, tigers and leopards even more unscrupulous.

The people around them were silent, and they handed over their belongings one by one.

The fat Dao Chang showed a satisfied smile, and the Thin Dao Chang counted the oil and water in his hand with rat eyes.

On the high-rise building at the end of the water town, Hua Xin'er who came out of Baizhuang seemed to be a different person, dressed in gorgeous clothes, smiling, a little more charming, less weak, and no sadness.

She snorted lightly, revealing disdain, if this kind of behavior of the Haihe Sect was placed in the southern realm, she would definitely be punished with capital punishment, but her eyes were not focused on the fat and thin Dao Chang at the moment, she stared at one person in the crowd tightly, becoming more and more solemn.

2

It was a middle-aged man with a big knife on his back, sitting in a pile of people in sloppy clothes, looking around aimlessly.

Until the rough voice of the fat Taoist shouted: "Look at it, it's your turn, the one who killed the pig." ”

He stood up slowly, sneering in his heart, he was actually taken for a butcher, and the knife he carried on his back looked very large, wrapped in a scarlet cloth.

"Butcher?" he muttered, still keeping his head down.

Thinking about it, there is no problem, his hands have indeed been stained with blood over the years, and a sinister aura is faintly permeating.

The slender Taoist chief showed surprise, although he was greedy, but he had always been timid as a mouse, and he was used to bullying the weak on weekdays, but at this time he keenly smelled a trace of danger, so he hurriedly pulled the brother beside him.

It's just that the fat Taoist has always had a good face, and his mind is not very bright, and he doesn't care, he only feels that the majesty of his immortal family has been provoked.

"Okay, if you really kill the pig and kill the blood, you dare to ignore the Dao Master! This Dao Ye will let you know right away!" The fat Dao Chang's body swished up with an inexplicable momentum, and there was a whirlwind.

The ground trembled, and he slammed into the scar man viciously.

The person who opened the spiritual gate has infinite natural strength, and if he drops ten times with one force, even if there is a cow in front of him, he will be killed alive.

The man with the scar remained motionless in the face of such might.

It wasn't until the fat Dao Chang was about to get close to him that he raised his head slightly, and under the fluffy hair, the long scar on his face was revealed, which was slightly hideous in the sun.

The eyelids lifted slightly, and a flash of blood flashed.

"No!" the slender man squinted as if he had thought of something, and was shocked.

The fat Dao chief's movements suddenly froze for a moment.

The people around him only saw that his body had become swollen and bulged like a human skin balloon, which looked a little funny with his already bulky size.

His face was uncomfortable and frightened.

"Poof", a dull sound came from the fat Dao Chang's body, and he turned into a puddle of blood and mud like a deflated ball.

"Blood!

I don't know who screamed first, and the people in the market were frightened by the shocking scene and ran in all directions.

The invincible immortal in their eyes died like this.

The slender road chief was even more agitated, his feet were windy, and he blended into the crowd without looking back, trying to escape.

He had seen a little of the world, and he had been sent to the south to inquire about the news in his early years, so he knew something about the forces in the south.

At first, he only felt that the scar man's breath was somewhat familiar, but when he raised his head, his heart was already half cold.

"Silence! How could it be him? How could he be here! This butcher who killed a thousand knives. The slender Taoist chief cursed while running, only to feel that he had gone out of great bad luck today, and the fat Taoist chief's sentence of "butcher" turned into a prophecy.

The Blood Drinking Hall is a notorious force in the south, and its actions are domineering, evil and righteous, and the disciples of the sect are all eccentric and bloodthirsty.

Shen Mo, as one of the best among them, is one of the three major bloods of the Blood Drinking Hall, where can they provoke.

Although the slender Taoist chief did not condense the true yuan, he was also a monk who opened the spiritual gate, and the faction also attached great importance to it, and gave him a life-saving spiritual talisman, which can resist the wind with emptiness and travel hundreds of miles. I saw that under his breath, a faint layer of blue light surrounded his body, and he had already burned the spirit rune to the extreme, and he was far away from Ninghai Town in just one incense stick, and he didn't know how far he had escaped.

3

In front of a grove.

"Whew" he gasped deeply.

It's just that before he had time to rejoice in the rest of his life after the catastrophe, his body swelled and shrank suddenly, and in an instant, he followed in the footsteps of the fat Dao Chang, and died with a whimper.

"I didn't expect that Shen Mo had already reached this point. Hua Xin'er in the pavilion changed her face.

Secular people practice martial arts, there is a distinction between congenital and acquired, the innate realm has been out of the limitations of the body, moving like a rabbit, quiet like a virgin.

At a certain level, the warrior can feel the aura between heaven and earth, and after having a wonderful resonance with himself, he can touch the spiritual gate, called a monk, and then condense the true element. The cultivation of sword qi is a means of highly condensing one's own true essence and planting it in the body of others, and monks who can do this step are extremely rare in the true yuan realm.

"Excuse me, even so, it's still a little worse than those Tianjiao who touched Jindan Avenue. A strange laugh came from behind the flower and bird screen in the attic.

Hua Xin'er's face turned cold, and she seemed to be extremely disgusted with the people hiding in the darkness behind her.

It was a night messenger of King Ning's mansion, and as King Ning's secret envoy, they often performed ulterior errands.

"Alas, it's a pity that there are no wasters in the palace, let alone a traitor, in fact, you don't have to feel sorry for your little lover. If he dies, he dies, kills him, passes the test, and in exchange for the name of the prince and the righteous daughter, he has a bright future from now on, which is not envied by many people, and it can be described as a great deal. The Night Envoy sighed and teased at Hua Xin'er.

"If you say one more thing, even if the prince blames, I will kill you first!" Hua Xin'er raised her eyebrows, and her heart was inexplicably suffocated, as if she had been poked in the sore spot, and her face was full of anger. Liu Yun was now the taboo she didn't want to be mentioned in her heart, a ghostly light was already flashing in her sleeves, and the attic was filled with murderous intent.

The night envoy was slightly moved, and then snorted coldly and stopped speaking.

Although his identity as the envoy of King Ning, coupled with the powerful cultivation of the Great Perfection of the True Yuan Realm, he was not afraid of Hua Xin'er, but when he thought of the fact that Hua Xin'er was likely to become the righteous daughter of King Ning after the completion of this East China Sea mission, he had to be scrupulous.

4

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce

Bai Yichen stroked the piano under the tree, the sound of the piano was tactful and pleasant, and the whole night was a little cheerful and lively.

"In the past, the son used the piano to solve his worries, and today he seems to be in a particularly good mood. Yuan Bo stood aside and said with a smile.

"When a guest comes, he should sweep the couch to greet him. Bai Yichen smiled and said.

Yuan Bo nodded, a little more curious, what kind of person can make his son treat him like this, and he is so happy.

"Whew" a gust of wind blows, peach blossoms fly, Bai Yichen and a moon-white shirt also move with the wind, the moonlight reflects, that faint smile, handsome and extraordinary, like a fairy floating out of the dust.

Yuan Bo's face changed, this wind came suddenly, with his cultivation, he even felt a little cold, and the operation of the true yuan in his body slowed down slightly.

I saw that the peach trees and the ground in the courtyard were covered with a layer of frost at some point, and the slightest cold air emanated, like early winter.

"Is this sword intent?" Yuan Bo eliminated the influence of the frost sword intent with a slight movement. I saw that not far from Bai Yichen was already standing a young man with clear eyebrows and some cold eyes.

He nodded to Yuanbo, which was regarded as a greeting.

Yuan Bo suddenly smiled, it turned out to be him, there was a little appreciation in his eyes, and he turned around and walked away.

"Since I am a guest, the guest is whatever the host, where do you want to fight?" The young man looked at Bai Yichen and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Bai Yichen calling him a guest.

"That's it. Bai Yichen sighed helplessly, I haven't seen him for many years, this young man is still so temperamental.

Between the sleeves, a white light sprinkled down, and the entire manor was shrouded, even if someone passed by at this time, they couldn't see the movement inside.

When the young man saw this, he was not verbose.

With a slight vertical, the whole body was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, like a streamer, rushing towards Bai Yichen.