Ou Huang he is a sick beauty

Could it be that one sentence stunned everyone present.

Niangzi You lowered the soft sword in her hand, hooked the corner of her mouth, raised one eyebrow, and looked at Chen Zhao who stood in front of her.

Chen Zhao's complexion changed several times, and finally turned into a smile with spring breeze blowing on his face: "I'm sorry, I'm here to apologize for him."

You Niangzi sneered: "Who are you, do you need to pay for him? Why don't you leave him to me, how to deal with men can best teach him a lesson, I'm better at it."

This is a bit scary to say, could it be that the cold sweat came down after brushing the floor.

He hurriedly opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but in the end a few big characters popped up: "Elder sister, you are so poisonous!"

Loud.

Indisputable.

A vein twitched on the forehead of Mrs. You, she raised her hand and pulled out a sword flower, and stabbed directly at Mo Fei!

"All right, Mr. Mo!" Chen Zhao blocked Mrs. You's sword, with a face full of tears and laughter, "Can you stop talking first?"

Could it be that while avoiding Mrs. You's attack, Mo Fei took out the mobile phone from his arms.

He wants to see what kind of demonic heretic he has pulled out this time!

I saw three lines of words written brightly on the card on the phone screen:

Congratulations on obtaining: Passive Skill Provocation

Use of prizes: Attract enemy hatred through language, so as to play a role in controlling the battle situation.

Duration of use: lasts for twelve hours.This effect will be replaced when a skill prize is drawn again during the duration.

Murphy: ...

At this moment, Mo Fei suddenly had the urge to smash the phone.

Just when there was chaos at the gate of Youran Xiaozhu, three figures appeared from behind the hedge on the side of the road.The leading man is about 30 years old and wears a bamboo green Taoist robe.

Seeing several people fighting together, the man couldn't help being surprised: "Miss You, why did these two young men provoke you?"

When Miss You saw the person coming, she immediately withdrew her sword, turned her head and snorted coldly at Mofei, and stopped chasing him.

Then she turned to the green-robed man, who had no blessings, but clenched her fists in a quack manner: "Mr. Wu."

Mr. Wu nodded slightly, but he did not intend to let Mo Fei and Chen Zhao go, and asked again: "Are these two..."

You Niangzi curled her lips and said with a sneer, "They? Prodigal sons!"

Could it be that at this time, no matter what, he dared not speak.

With the unreasonable passive skill of "provocation", he will not have any good results if he speaks.

Don't you see that the three people wearing Taoist robes in front of them all wear long swords on their waists, obviously they are not ordinary people.

Chen Zhao didn't have Mo Fei's worries.

He stepped forward to salute, cupped his fists, bowed ninety degrees, and said sincerely: "I see you, Chen Yu, a member of the Tyrant League."

"Tyrant League?" Mr. Wu frowned slightly, "This name is domineering, but I am ignorant."

"It's just a small sect." Chen Zhao smiled warmly, "Naturally it's not as good as Sulan Seventeen."

"Oh?" Mr. Wu showed a look of great interest, "I haven't seen you reporting your family before, but now you suddenly joined the world, why?"

Chen Zhao didn't answer, just pretending to smile mysteriously without saying a word.

Mr. Wu turned to Mo Fei again, waiting for an answer.

Could it be that his face was blushing, his lips moved a few times, but in the end he gave up, didn't speak, and only looked at Chen Zhao for help.

Chen Zhao was slightly surprised, but wisely did not raise any doubts. Instead, he smoothed things over and said, "This Mr. Mo is a casual cultivator with no background or sect. He has been friends with me for a long time. He is not very good at talking. To avoid trouble, it is better not to Let him speak."

Mr. Wu smiled, did not delve into it, turned to Mrs. You and said, "What's the matter? I'm in a bad mood today, won't Youran Xiaozhu open the door?"

"Where is it, Mr. Wu please." Mrs. You glanced at Mr. Wu charmingly, then turned around and hired Tingting to walk into the building.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu turned his head to Chen Zhao and said, "Since the two little brothers are not ordinary people, they also came to investigate Xietong's troubles, right? How about going together?"

Could it be that he was stunned.

This is the first time he met a stranger to visit a brothel together!

However, Chen Zhao seemed to understand the strangeness, and replied with a smile: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

Immediately, he tugged Mo Fei's sleeve and led him into the leisurely small building after the three in green robe.

After everyone stepped into Mrs. You's room, sat in separate seats, and exchanged a few casual greetings, Mo Fei gradually understood what was going on.

It turned out that Mr. Wu and the two young men in green robes behind him were both outer disciples from Jun Zetian, and they were ordered to investigate Xietong's matter when they went down the mountain this time.

And Niangzi You, who opened a brothel at the foot of Jun Mountain, is actually a peripheral member of Jun Zetian.There are many people coming and going in the brothel, and her leisurely small building has a style. The rich young masters, literati and poets, and heroes of the rivers and lakes in the entire Junshan City like to run here when they have nothing to do, and the news is naturally very well-informed.

When talking about business, Miss You immediately put aside her previous vixen and quack spirit, spoke concisely and hit the point, and quickly listed the situation near Junshan City that was suspected to be related to Xietong.

In the end, she frowned slightly, and said worriedly: "Today, the aura is thin, and it is difficult for monks to save in. There are still a few Nascent Souls in the older generation, but no matter what, they can't touch the threshold of getting out of the body. It is even more unbearable now. There are fewer and fewer alchemy cultivators...but that Xietong doesn't know what method to use, and in just a few years, several people have broken through the alchemy realm, which is really difficult to deal with."

Mr. Wu also shook his head and sighed: "If it weren't for the fact that Xietong's cultivation method is really harmful, they can be regarded as the pioneers of the sect."

You Niangzi gritted her teeth and said, "The eyes and internal organs of all the dead related to them were taken away. Obviously, the technique is extremely bloody and cruel! Even if you can condense pills into babies, you can cultivate like this, you don't need to practice!"

Thinking of those bloody scenes, Mr. Wu couldn't help sighing.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Do you know the birth date of those people you mentioned just now? Master guesses that when Xietong chooses the target to assassinate, he may choose someone who matches their birth date."

The identities and genders of the victims of the evil pupils varied, ranging from down-and-out old men to official ladies, and no obvious pattern could be found.

But since they kill people for the sake of cultivation, they can try to start from the way of cultivation and look for possible clues.

Mrs. You nodded, took a stack of papers from the maid beside her, handed it to Mr. Wu, and said: "I have found everything I can, but unfortunately, there are still a few people who are of noble origin. The concubines and maids I have arranged cannot be controlled for a while."

Mr. Wu flipped through the information in his hand casually, and said with a smile: "Leave those people to us."

They were born in Junzetian, and the bureaucrats and tycoons in Junshan City always want to give them some face.

As he spoke, Mr. Wu tapped his finger on the last name on the stack of papers: "Rich businessman Zhu Pingxiao, his youngest daughter is the latest victim. Let's investigate from his family first."

"Zhu Pingxiao's young daughter has not yet reached the age of Ji, so she died young and cannot enter the family tomb." Mrs. You immediately added, "She was buried in Zhu's Zhuangzi at the foot of Junshan Mountain. Zhu Pingxiao took great care of this young girl, and now lives in Zhuangzi It should be because I want to keep the first seven for her to express my condolences."

As she spoke, she picked up the pen and ink on the table and quickly wrote down the address of Zhujiazhuangzi.

Mr. Wu took the address, put it together with a stack of scrolls with the name of the deceased written down, and handed it to the disciple behind him.

Then he called Chen Zhao and Mo Fei, and asked them if they would like to go to Junshan with them to investigate together.

Could it be that considering provocative skills, he didn't speak, but looked at Chen Zhao silently.

Chen Zhao clasped his fists with a smile and said, "It's what you want."

So, Mo Fei failed to put forward any opinions and suggestions, so he was led by Mr. Wu and Chen Zhao and embarked on the road to Zhujiazhuang in Junshan.

The area of ​​Junshan City is not small, and it is obviously an important city in Sulan.Youran Xiaozhu is located in the east of the city. If you want to go to Junshan in the west, the shortest way is through the city, and then go west. If you walk on two legs, you have to walk for hours.Now that the aura of Sulan is weak, most of the monks can't break through the golden core. Even if there are a few talented geniuses who can fly with the sword, they will run out of true energy after flying too far.

Therefore, the way for everyone to travel is the most traditional way - by horse-drawn carriage.

Could it be that sitting in a carriage with no technical content, listening to Mr. Wu and Chen Zhao chatting, the words are full of "foundation", "integration" and "Golden Elixir", and then look at the tired old horse outside the carriage , I always feel that this situation is really sensory splitting.

Therefore, it is nothing to turn a fighting spirit into a horse, and the monks who want to fly to the sky and escape from the ground will also travel in a carriage.

Fortunately, there was Jun Zetian's banner opening the way, and the city guards didn't come up to check, otherwise Mo Fei and Chen Zhao, two guys who couldn't find a way out, didn't know what would happen.

The carriage passed through Junshan City all the way, and drove along the official road to the majestic foothills not far away.

The mountain looks not far away, but the road is really walking, but it is not close at all.It wasn't until the sun slanted westward that the thin clouds in the sky were dyed a little golden, and the scenery outside the car finally had a sense of "mountain village".

However, at this moment, a group of birds suddenly startled in the woods on both sides of the road, their calls were high-pitched and chaotic, with an inexplicable ominous atmosphere.

In the next moment, countless arrows entwined with black air attacked the carriage that everyone was riding in, with constant aggression.

These arrows were extremely sharp, and many of them pierced through the wall of the car and pierced into the compartment, and the black air contained on them quickly spread in the compartment.

Mr. Wu made a decisive decision, drew out the sword at his waist, and used the tip of the sword as a pen to draw a talisman in the air to drive away all the black air in the car.

He didn't intend to stay in the car, instead he lifted the curtain of the car, jumped out first, and shouted at the same time: "Get out of the car! Meet the enemy!"

The two Jun Zetian disciples who were following him immediately drew their swords and jumped off the carriage together with Mr. Wu.

"How are you? Can you fight?" Chen Zhao turned his head and asked Could it be.

Mo Feixin exclaimed in shock: We live by fate, fate allows me to fight, give me a weapon, at least I can go up and beat the enemy's sap; fate does not let me fight, then I guess I can only cheer you on by the side Cheering... Oh no, maybe in addition to cheering, we can also change into women's clothing, dragging our feet or something.

Although I thought so in my heart, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the words became: "You group of weak chickens, whether you can live or not depends on my ability!"

The corner of Chen Zhao's mouth twitched twice, and he said calmly, "That's good."

Immediately, regardless of Mo Fei's crying expression, he turned over and jumped out of the carriage.

Mo Fei took a deep breath and took out the phone from his pocket.

Glancing at the card drawer that had already cooled down, Mo Fei raised his head and looked around, looking at the carvings inside the car, listening to the sound of fighting outside the car, and then he pressed the lock screen button of the phone casually as if he didn't care at all.

Dang!

A dark object landed heavily on the floor of the carriage.

Mo Fei turned his head and was pleasantly surprised to find that he actually pulled out an "artifact" this time - it was a frying pan with a thick and heavy bottom, and it was specially used for induction cookers.