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Chapter 1238 Legend of the Four Overcast Cloud Covers (52)

Yun Zhongda was really helpless. Something big was about to happen. Luo Langqi could sleep so soundly. Isn't it considered a great skill?
Presumably no one can be more open-minded than him.

Although Yun Zhongda couldn't understand Luo Langqi's open-mindedness, he could only endure it. The timing was inconsistent, and he couldn't shout even if he wanted to.

Luo Langqi didn't know that there was a future man standing beside him and watched him sleep all the time. He was unhappy and gritted his teeth hard.

Luo Langqi was also gnashing his teeth, but not hard, it was just grinding his teeth in a deep sleep.

Yun Zhongda, who was awake, couldn't listen anymore and had no choice but to leave the room.

He returned to the lobby. At this time, Bian Zeyuan was still hesitating, and he didn't know what he was hesitating for, but his eyes were quite focused.

The secret door didn't respond.

Luo Langqi is sleeping.

Everyone seems to be doing something, but no one seems to be doing anything.

Yun Zhongda couldn't stand it anymore, but this formation can only go back and speed up slowly, but it can't directly pull the progress bar.

He had no choice but to stand silently in the corner of the lobby, waiting for Chi Ang's arrival with Bian Zeyuan.

Yun Zhongda and Bian Zeyuan were almost as anxious.

It's too late, when will you show up?

……

Yun Zhongda was anxious for a long time before finally hearing familiar footsteps.

In the quiet night, the sound of these footsteps was very slight, but Yun Zhongda had a pair of good ears.

It was not surprising that he heard footsteps.

But what puzzled Yun Zhongda was that Luo Langqi clearly said that Chi Ang was a ghost after being burned to death.

Do ghosts have footsteps too?

Or, does this Chi Ang also have his own body like a form of evil spirit?
If so, everything becomes troublesome, and quite tricky.

After Bian Zeyuan heard the footsteps, his expression became ugly. He was not at all happy that he found Chi Ang in advance.

He even prefers that the person who comes is just a night guest or a clerk in the inn.

At this moment, he actually hoped that the visitor would not be Chiang.

However, when someone opened the curtain connecting the lobby and the backyard, the face of the visitor was revealed.

Even under the moonlight, the scorched skin looked terrifying.

And now Yun Zhongda finally understands why his skin has this color and appearance.

What a shapeshifter.

This kind of ghost, either has too much resentment, or has too much strength.

As a ghost, having strong resentment generally means having strong strength.

Chi Ang walked slowly towards the stairs, obviously he wanted to go upstairs.

And Bian Zeyuan shrank in the shadow under the stairs.

Although Yun Zhongda was not a person at that time, seeing such a tense situation, he could not help but hold his breath and concentrate.

Chi Ang slowly stepped up the stairs.

Bian Zeyuan was still in a hurry - Yun Zhongda sighed.

He was able to judge like this because he stood by and watched, but as the protagonist Bian Zeyuan, he was not as relaxed as he was.

Even Yun Zhongda, who was watching, slowed down his breathing. He could be said to be relaxed like this. So what about Bian Zeyuan?
It was as if his heart had been pinched.

Bian Zeyuan had to deal with a ghost, so he had to smear some blood on his sword.

This blood is not the blood of chickens and ducks, let alone human blood, but the blood of black dogs that ghosts hate and fear the most.

Wipe all the way from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and wait for Bian Zeyuan to pull the sword out of its sheath, as if holding a bloody sword.

Bian Zeyuan raised the blade of the sword, with the tip of the sword facing upwards, and at the moment Chi Ang passed above him, he stabbed upwards suddenly!
"Medium!" he prayed in his heart.

This is also what Yun Zhongda said in his heart.

But Chi Ang seemed to have eyes on the soles of his feet, he stepped forward as if nothing had happened, and dodged the sword lightly.

The killer move that Bian Zeyuan had been brewing for a long time, to Chi Ang, turned out to be as boring as a mosquito harassing him.

Bian Zeyuan was angry and uneasy again.

He was not shocked by this. After all, he was not good at sneak attacks. He was still better at open and close combat.

So Bian Zeyuan missed a hit, and immediately flew out from under the stairs. He stepped on the chair and stood firm.

Chi Ang looked at him, his eyes were emotionless, as calm as an ancient well.

"Someone wants you to kill me?" He could tell at a glance that Bian Zeyuan was entrusted by someone.

Bian Zeyuan was speechless.

Chi Ang said: "You are an assassin, but your skills are not good."

This judgment annoyed Bian Zeyuan: "Not good at skills? You also look quite embarrassed."

He himself knew that this was pure nonsense, but the other party obviously had bad intentions, and Bian Zeyuan couldn't show weakness even if he saved face.

But he didn't realize that saying this was a sign of weakness.

After hearing this, Chi Ang was not angry about it, he even laughed: "A person like you must have a very energetic soul!"

It has not been slaughtered yet, let's talk about its taste first.

Bian Zeyuan was annoyed, but he also knew that the quickness of his tongue was no match for his slowness.

He resisted the desire to refute, drew his sword and rushed forward.

Wave!
pick!
hack!
prick!
The four moves in a row were Bian Zeyuan's full sword moves, but Chi Ang dodged them all.

What annoyed Bian Zeyuan the most was that when Chi Ang dodged every move, his expression was flat, as if his swordsmanship was not even qualified to make Chi Ang show an expression of surprise or approval.

Look down on him?

Bian Zeyuan became angry and flicked his right hand, shaking off the black dog blood on the sword.

When Chi Ang saw it, he smiled and said, "Want to compete with me in sword competition?"

It seems that Bian Zeyuan is qualified to be called a swordsman at this moment.

Yun Zhongda shook his head, anyway, he had already sneaked in, so why would he want to be upright?
Chi Ang's cultivation base is stronger than Bian Zeyuan's, and he doesn't see any self-confessed spiritual power.

Bian Zeyuan is good at swords, and black dog blood can control ghosts. These are Bian Zeyuan's strengths, but he wants to avoid his strengths and exploit his weaknesses.

Now that he is an assassin, he still needs to have self-respect, and he doesn't know how Bian Zeyuan has survived to this day.

Could it be that the piles are all abuse dishes?

Yun Zhongda could hardly bear to watch it, as he had predicted a long time ago, he might have already known the ending.

……

All the tables, chairs and benches in the lobby were swept aside.

Even with such a big commotion, no one outside was disturbed.

In the lobby, it seems to be a world of its own.

Bian Zeyuan shook off the attachments on the sword, and also threw off the blood of the black dog all over the ground.

Chi Ang glanced at it, probably because he was upset, and swept all the tables, chairs and benches in the lobby there.

Bian Zeyuan didn't bother to look, he only needed a wide area to fight, and it didn't matter whether the tables, chairs and benches were on this side or that side.

After the lobby was cleaned up, Chi Ang smiled and said, "Then now?"

Bian Zeyuan has been waiting for a long time.

"Right now." He nodded.

"Okay." Chi Ang can do it anytime, as long as he doesn't get stained with that black dog's blood, he has no problem.

Bian Zeyuan said: "Don't you have any weapons?"

Even though he was the only one holding the sword, he still felt it was unfair.

Chi Ang said: "No need."

It's not that I don't want to, it's really not in my hand.

If there is no suitable weapon, Chi Ang would rather not use it, so he said this.

(End of this chapter)