Martial Arts: Invite the Moon to send me undercover Jin Yiwei

Zhu Yipin was better than these two, but he couldn't move his eyes away.

The three women who came in to accompany the wine pouted, their faces full of displeasure.

As a woman, I am not as attractive as those women below, and everyone will be a little angry.

As for Lin Wuyou, he had already put down his cigarette stick and was eating pastries.

"The taste of pastries here is really unique."

Lin Wuyou praised, and looked at the stage from time to time.

The exotic style is indeed good, but he has been subjected to various shocks and driven various 'cars', so he will not be attracted by it without taking his eyes off it.

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And at the time when the scenery in Qunfang Pavilion is not bad, making people happy not to think about Sichuan.

In Tianhe Medical Center, in Chen Muchan's room, he had already changed into a black night clothes.

There was a reddish hood over his head, and a golden mask in his hand.

"Huh~ Why do I always feel a little uneasy in my heart?"

Chen Muchan whispered something.

But after thinking about it for a while, did he think of anything wrong before he put on the golden mask.

Pushing open the door, he jumped into the darkness and disappeared.

No one thought that the owner of Tianhe Medical Center, the usual owner Chen, is actually a master of martial arts, and his lightness kung fu is quite good.

In Dongcheng, next to a bamboo forest near the base of the city wall, there is a house.

Chen Muchan, dressed in black night clothes, jumped down and landed beside the door.

The bamboo shadow floated and made a rustling sound, which made the uneasiness in his heart more intense.

"It doesn't always feel right, you have to be careful."

Chen Muchan said to himself, turned his palms over, and two small black balls were held upside down in his palms.

He stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door.

After three breaths, tap for the second time.

Another three breaths, tapping for the third time.

With the third knock on the door, the courtyard door opened immediately.

Two guys dressed in black and wearing Rakshasa ghost masks stood in front of them.

The two of them didn't speak, they just looked at Chen Muchan's mask carefully, then turned and left.

Chen Muchan followed closely, and the door behind him closed silently.

Walking through the hall and courtyard, we soon came to the main hall.

The main hall was brightly lit, and a chilling aura rushed over.

Chen Muchan looked around, and couldn't help asking tentatively:

"Two brothers, I wonder which adult in the meeting summoned you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard two sounds of the long knife being unsheathed, and then his neck suddenly felt cold.

The two men wearing ghost-faced Rakshasa masks had already placed their waist knives around his neck.

Chen Muchan secretly thought 'it's not good' in his heart, but he didn't dare to move, and walked into the main hall under the coercion of the two.

Lights were reflected on the wooden floor, and there were six wooden screens on both sides. In the middle of each screen stood a guy in black with a Rakshasa mask.

In the middle of the main hall, there was a slightly obese man standing there with a fine iron crutch in his hand, wearing a red robe and a black ghost mask. .

Chapter 26 The Omen Dance of the Saintess of the Sunflower Sect, 'Wuhou'

Two ghost-faced Rakshasa pushed Chen Muchan to the ground and stood aside with a knife.

Chen Muchan half-kneeled, raised his head to look at the man in the red robe with a ghost face in front of him, and at the same time secretly surveyed his surroundings.

"Hand over the scroll."

The ghost-faced man slammed the iron crutch on the ground heavily, and asked in a cold voice.

The words are firm, obviously not doubts, but affirmations.

Hearing this, Chen Muchan completely gave up, and was 100% sure that he had been exposed.

As soon as he thought of this, he didn't hesitate at all, he jumped up suddenly, and fled outside.

The black-clothed Rakshasa beside him rushed up immediately upon seeing this, their saber lights flickering, blocking his escape route.

However, Chen Muchan's martial arts are not bad, he is quite flexible in the air.

With continuous movement of feet, these black-clothed Rakshasa were directly kicked out, and then retreated towards the outside with strength.

Without the instructions from the red-robed ghost face, eight black-clothed Rakshasa rushed forward with bows and arrows in hand.

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嗖

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The arrows flew randomly, and the place was relatively narrow, so Chen Muchan could only turn around as much as possible.

Four or five sharp arrows passed by, making him feel cold all over, he couldn't help but pause, and tilted his head to dodge.

Another sharp arrow brushed past his eyes, just in time to shoot his mask away.

At this moment, the red-robed ghost couldn't hold back any longer, and snatched the subordinate's bow and arrow. The bow was drawn to the full moon, and the arrow pierced through the air, hitting Chen Muchan's shoulder.

"hiss!"

A sharp tingling sensation came, and Chen Muchan gasped.

Flicking his hands back suddenly, two small black iron balls spun and attacked the red-robed ghost face.

The red-robed ghost made a meritorious deed with one arrow. He wanted to take down Chen Muchan, but after seeing the two black iron balls, his eyes immediately changed.

He paused, inserted the fine iron crutches into the ground, clapped his hands forward, and the internal force surged out, and a body-protecting qi visible to the naked eye immediately protected the whole body.

bang

There was a crackling sound, a ball of flames exploded in front of the eyes, and the air wave impacted, smashing the floor and the screen, and blowing away several ghost-faced Rakshasa.

At the same time, Chen Muchan was also forced away by the air wave, and fell down, rolling over.

With one hand, he broke the arrow on his shoulder, and then, like a hawk, he jumped on the ground and escaped.

This set of movements is really flowing.

The air wave subsided, and the red-robed ghost rushed out of the smoke intact, but there was no trace of Chen Muchan, only a broken arrow on the ground.

"Chasing, we must find the scroll!"

The red-robed ghost waved his hand, and those men in black who were not injured hurriedly chased them out.

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In Qunfang Pavilion, the singing and dancing has come to an end.

As the sound of the melodious Fanbang music gets lower and lower, the rhythm gets slower and slower.

Those Fanbang dancers also moved slower and slower, forming a circle.

"It looks like it's coming to an end, I haven't seen enough yet!"

Zhao Buzhu slammed his mouth, a little unfinished.

Zhu Yipin on the side also nodded.

Needless to say, these dance songs are really pretty.

Dong Tianbao's eyes were also full of pity.

He has been a monk since he was a child, where has he seen such a scene?

Lin Wuyou ate a piece of pastry, clapped his hands, and planned to sit up straight.

But at this moment, the music suddenly changed and became excited again.

On the fourth floor, a barefoot woman in a purple gauze slowly descended.

The figure is as graceful as that flying fairy, falling into the middle of many Fanbang dancers, holding a purple ribbon in her hand, and dancing.

At first, everyone thought that these Fanbang dancers were good, especially the small waist like a water snake, which was very attractive.

But now when the woman in gauze danced, they changed their previous opinion.

Those dancers are worth nothing!

All eyes were drawn to the past.

Including Lin Wuyou who was careless at first, now they all looked at it attentively.

Hou Hou danced his body like a mass of purple streamer.

But everyone watching could see how she was dancing, and that weird feeling challenged everyone's nerves.

What is even more surprising is that those Fanbang dancers were still cheering and laughing when they were dancing just now.

When Wan Wan was dancing, there was no sound, as if someone had pressed the mute button in the entire Qun Fang Pavilion, there was no sound at all.

Jumping and jumping, the purple ribbon in Houhou's hand suddenly flew into the air, wrapped around a railing on the second floor, and then flew to the second floor.

And it 'coincidentally' landed on the table of the four of Lin Wuyou, turning her graceful body.

There were melons, fruits, snacks, and drinks on the table, and I don't know how she jumped, but she didn't get anything off.

But Zhao Buzhu, Zhu Yipin, Dong Tianbao, and the three women who accompanied the wine were dumbfounded at this moment, their eyes were blank, they were still looking downstairs, as if they didn't see the scene in front of them.

Wan Hou glanced at the four of them, and finally landed on Lin Wuyou, and said with a sweet smile:

"Little girl, I don't know the name of the young master."

"In Xialin... worry-free!"

Lin Wuyou, who was still immersed in the 'Heavenly Demon Dance', subconsciously answered when he heard the question.

But only halfway through, the word '婠婠' reverberated in my heart, and my heart suddenly tightened.

While continuing to answer, the carving knife hidden in his sleeve secretly fell into his hand.

Holding the knife in his hand, the habitual sense of concentration made his somewhat bewildered brain start to clear up.

Lin Wuyou's gaze, which was still somewhat dull at first, became clear, and he glanced at Houhou's face, and when he saw her beautiful and alluring face, alarm bells rang in his heart.

The "Yin Sunflower Sect" under the command of the Mengyuan Demon Sect!

Then the dance just now was... the demon dance!

Sure enough, it is like a demon in heaven, making people elusive.

Lin Wuyou also knew about Meng Yuan's arena, after all, he had been undercover there for a long time.

Meng Yuan in this world has a large number of masters he is familiar with.

There are three great masters, the national teacher Bashiba, the Mozong Mengchixing, and the emperor Sihanfei.

The masters and masters don't know how many.

For example, the Yingui Sect is one of the six sects of the Demon Sect. The suzerain Zhu Yuyan, Queen of the Yin, is a master of the master, and she is hard to guard against with the great magic of the sky.

As for the Houhou in front of him, although his reputation has not yet spread.

But Lin Wuyou naturally knew this eccentric woman.

Why did she come to the capital?

While looking at Wanwan, Lin Wuyou kept guessing in his heart.

Seeing Lin Wuyou's eyes suddenly regained clarity, Wan Hou looked at the handsome scholar-like man in front of him, and felt a little interest in his heart.

Even so quickly from the 'demon dance' to wake up.