Da Bong fights more people

"I said I wanted to kill them, but I didn't say I wanted to fight them in the town." Xu Qi'an sneered.

"What do you mean by that?" Chu Yuanzhen was taken aback.

Xu Qi'an did not answer directly, but analyzed:

"Tomorrow, the forces gathered in the town will launch a massive attack. We will bear all the pressure. The masters of the Wulin League, the masters of the Dizong, the spies of King Huai, and the new little bastard. Because of this, even with the blessing of the formation , we may not be able to win.

"But what if the enemy is divided in advance?"

A quarter of an hour later, Xu Qi'an left the courtyard, and saw that the disciples of the Tiandihui had not dispersed, but gathered outside the courtyard.

Qiu Chanyi's eyes were red, and she took a few steps forward. The girl looked forward with anticipation: "Mr. Xu, you, you will avenge Ling Yun, right?"

Xu Qi'an silently nodded.

All the disciples bowed and saluted.

In a small town, somewhere in a residential house, Miss Rong Rong sat on a small wooden bar in the yard, resting her chin, staring at the sky in a daze.

"what are you worried about?"

A soft and pleasant voice came from behind.

Rongrong quickly jumped up from Xiaomuzha, lowered her head: "Lord."

Xiao Yuenu nodded slightly, Qiu Shui's bright eyes turned around on Rong Rong, and said with a smile: "After you came back, you asked around for the identity of that young master, and you fell in love with him?"

Rongrong froze for a moment, smiled wryly and shook her head.

"Looks like he's taken a fancy to him."

"No, it's not"

Just as Rongrong was about to explain, Xiao Yuenu's words made her speechless: "I'm talking about Xu Qi'an."

Rongrong said softly like a mosquito: "That's not true. The disciples only admire him and admire him, so they worry about him."

Admiration is gender-neutral.

For example, Mr. Moge Liu, who has a very good relationship with her, also admires Xu Yinluo very much.

Xiao Yuenu nodded: "The white-robed young master has a mysterious origin, and the two servants around him are extremely powerful. Even in Jianzhou, they belong to the top ranks. He hasn't shown his own strength, but he doesn't feel weak."

Rongrong was worried: "I can feel that many people have been tempted by those magical artifacts. Xu Yinluo may be in danger tomorrow."

"Dangerous encounter with such a powerful and wealthy enemy is inevitable. However, Xu Yinluo is not weak either, and he has the Vajra Divine Art to protect him. Although he is not the opponent of the two followers, running for his life is no problem. "Xiao Yuenu said in relief.

It would be nice to save your life.

After dusk, the inn in the town.

Qiu Qian, in a white robe and jade belt, stood by the window with his hands behind his back. Two giant men sat at the table, one was silent and the other admonished in a deep voice: "Young master, you will disrupt the plan like this, and you will not be punished if you do this." Allowed."

Qiu Qian sneered and said: "You should be clear about my situation. If you don't do anything, it will only make it harder for me. However, if you can capture Xu Qi'an, bring him back.

"All threats and covetousness will disappear, and no one will be able to shake my position."

Zuo Shi continued to advise: "A person with great luck will always turn danger into good fortune. Even that one, he can only let nature take its course, otherwise he would have died long ago, and still need your help?"

Qiu Qian frowned, a little displeased: "Qi luck is not omnipotent, otherwise, who would still practice? It's all about competing for the calculation of Qi."

He turned his head, glanced at the sunset in the west, and clicked his tongue: "It seems that he underestimated him, but he didn't take the bait. Well, it may be that his companions stopped him."

Just as he was talking, the door of the guest room knocked and was pushed open.

Frowning, Qiu Qian turned around, and saw a handsome young man standing outside the door with a saber pinned to his back, his cold eyes swept over the three of them.

Looking at this guy who obviously changed his appearance, Qiu Qian showed a ferocious smile on his face: "Xu Qi'an!"

"It's me!" Xu Qi'an nodded, giving an affirmative answer.

"You really came."

Qiu Qian smiled with a successful plan: "I have analyzed your character. You are impulsive and strong, and you can't rub the sand in your eyes. I openly provoked you in the town and killed that disciple of the Dizong. With your character, you will never bear it."

"I guessed it." Xu Qi'an nodded and gave an affirmative answer again.

"Then, have you guessed that the enchanted priests of the Dizong and the spies of King Huai have already surrounded the entire inn?" Qiu Qian smiled with confidence in controlling the situation:

"A senior told me that everyone has weaknesses in their character, as long as they grasp them, they can be fatal with one blow."

Several tyrannical auras approached, approaching the inn.

Qiu Qian smiled even wider.

"You did catch a weakness in my character."

Xu Qi'an, who was always expressionless, showed a sneer: "You are a smart guy."

After the words fell, a white-clothed figure suddenly appeared in the room, accompanied by a deep chant: "When the sea ends, the sky is the shore, and when the art reaches the end, I am the peak."

As soon as he stepped down, patterns lit up on the ground, quickly covering the entire room.

The next moment, everyone present disappeared.

Chapter 173 Fighting to the Death

"boom!"

"click"

The moment everyone in the room disappeared, several figures rushed over, smashing through the windows and walls.

They were two men in black robes wearing golden masks, and three middle-aged Taoist priests with blue lotus, green lotus, and green lotus embroidered on their chests.

Wearing a golden mask, the secret agent of Tianzihao, code-named "Tianji", glanced at the room, and said in a deep voice: "It should be teleportation, but I didn't find his disguise just now."

They've been lying around, watching everyone who enters the inn.With their eyesight, they can see through camouflage like human skin masks without close inspection.

Another black-robed man wearing a golden mask spoke in a crisp voice: "Yang Qianhuan is here too?"

"Well," Tianji nodded: "Xu Qi'an and Si Tianjian's warlocks have always had a good friendship, it's not surprising."

The female spy snorted coldly: "He wants to divide us and break us down one by one?"

Daoist Qinglian of Dizong sneered, "Stupid."

The female spy codenamed "Tianshu" glanced at him and said, "The teleportation distance limit of a fourth-grade warlock is about [-] miles, which is not too far. The only thing that is uncertain is which direction he teleports people to."