Fast travel, death collection system

Su Yuanqing looked at the man who forged the Sangmen Sword with some curiosity. The deep and gorgeous nine-fold deep clothes, the layers of layers of skirts were covered with pale skin with a dead blue color. Few men would dress like this It's complicated, after all, the movements of martial arts practitioners are open and closed.

Could it be that this person is just an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts?

Su Yuanqing couldn't help thinking this way.

"I heard that it takes tens of thousands of hearts to cast a yin sword or a yang sword? I wonder if this rumor is true?" Su Yuanqing raised his hand and asked Cang Moliu to take a seat.

Cang Moliu glanced at their battle, his eyes indifferent.The sky in late autumn is very high and far away, thousands of trees are withered and yellow, and the cold wind is strong.

He didn't care about being blocked in such a rude way, he took the cup of tea with his sleeves folded, the tea mist curled up, and his handsome and pale features were enveloped by the tea mist.

"Su Shaoxia is also curious about my sword-making method?" Cang Moliu gently blew away the tea mist.

Su Yuanqing was naturally curious, but he didn't ask to satisfy his curiosity: "It's really a misunderstanding. Nowadays, there are men dying in Pincheng, Ligucheng, and Gaojiancheng. I am also following the orders of my teacher. Come and deal with this."

"I see."

Su Yuanqing, who was delicate and heroic, couldn't get a definite statement, so he had to ask again: "I don't know if this rumor in the world is true?"

Cang Moliu raised his eyes and looked over, 'Kada' put down the cup of tea, folded his hands into the layered wide sleeves, and leaned on the seat: "It is indeed true."

Hearing this, the people present couldn't help but feel a little commotion, and their eyes also changed when they looked at the pale man on the seat.Or greed and desire, or hatred and resentment...

"Then Sangmen Sword—" Su Yuanqing lost his voice in surprise.He could almost imagine that tens of thousands of women died because of this sword.

Naturally, the Sangmen Sword was not really cast with the flesh and blood of a woman, and Cang Moliu was only made with the flesh, flesh and soul of the big man that Si Zhiyin had brought over.

But Cang Moliu evoked a sinister smile that did not match the calmness and indifference of a swordsmith, and his elegant voice was as slow as the tide of the sea: "Yes."

When this word fell, all the people present drew their swords suddenly, pointing the sword point at Cang Moliu.

Su Yuanqing frowned, it was too smooth, which made him a little strange: "So, you killed the dead men in Pincheng, Ligucheng and Gaojiancheng?"

Although he was asking, he didn't have the slightest doubt. In his eyes, the dust had settled at this moment.

"Me?" Cang Moliu seemed to feel amused, he chuckled softly, shook his head and said, "It's not me."

He didn't care about the vigilance and hostility of the whole hall. He put his chin on one hand and said with a smile: "I am a swordsmith, and there is nothing wrong with making swords myself. But if someone asks me for a sword, you must prepare the materials yourself. Yin The casting conditions of the sword and the sun sword are too harsh, my Cang family has always only cast swords and does not care about the materials. And my rules are naturally the same, if you want a sword, you can bring your own."

He said with a smile and tilted his head, turned his eyes, and glanced at everyone from the corner of his indifferent eyes: "So, you should find out if anyone wants to forge the Yang sword."

Su Yuanqing sank down, thinking about it, he was just one person, with nearly [-] people, how could this person be killed?What's more, the casting of the Sangmen Sword is silent, and I don't know how much manpower and time it took to achieve this level.

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Just when Cang Mianliu was surrounded by a group of investigators, a young man dressed in colorful clothes appeared on the Baiya Mountain of the Chilian Sect.

Although Yin Yang's martial arts for killing people is not very good, but his lightness kung fu is one of the best. After getting rid of a person who knows how to poison, he immediately took a detour to Baiya Mountain.

After entering the mountain gate, stepping on a secret mechanism, he walked towards the gate of the Red Lotus Sect hall with two smooth and thin legs dangling.

Sitting on the luxurious soft fur carved dragon seat, Yulang said in a rough voice when he saw the young man coming in, "Why are you back? Didn't you let you stay in Liwu Peak? What trouble did you cause?"

Yin Bank gave a salute, and held his face with a smile on his face: "Brother, brother, I have found my true love~"

"People from Liwu Peak?" Yulang wasn't surprised either. His little brother always thought of it as soon as he came out. He was placed in Liwu Peak because he wanted to find a job for him so that he wouldn't be too boring. Having said that, it seems that he is really having a good time.

"Li Wufeng, scoff!" Yin Yang chuckled contemptuously, and then changed his expression, extremely dreamy, "The people I like are not even qualified to be sexist. He is so good! There is no such perfect person in the world! "

Yulang smiled: "The person you praised so much last time was sucked dry by you the next day. Have you forgotten?"

"I want to suck him up too, but the poison master next to him is really annoying." Yin Yang narrowed his tear-like eyes, turned his head and said to his calm brother, "Brother, Anyway, Yan Juncheng won't be involved in my teaching, what are you so taboo about? Why don't you deal with him, and I will get along with that Cang Liu, maybe I will be hooked~"

Yulang sat on a soft fur broad chair.His expression was the same as before, calm and calm, but somehow became a little darker.

This is the critical time for the Red Lotus Sect to prepare to wash off the silt on their bodies, and some things will be troublesome if they are not handled properly.

He paused before saying lightly, "You can handle your own private affairs properly."

Yin Yang grinned when he heard this: "My brother understands."

The young man had an idea in his mind, but the group of people who were circling around the cang had no idea.

Su Yuanqing was unwilling to let this pale but unexpectedly difficult man go. Although he did not kill him, in the final analysis it was closely related to him.

The sky in the late autumn afternoon was a bit chilly. Although the atmosphere here wasn't exactly tense, a group of people dispersed intentionally or unintentionally, forming a faint encirclement.

Cang Moliu's face was calm and calm, behind him was the inseparable and elegant Xi Ming, both of whom had no weapons on their bodies.A dark blue snake coiled hissingly around the man's shoulder, spitting out snake letters, and a pair of bright yellow snake pupils were very cold.

"Then, apart from Gongyang Yuzhi, who else has asked the young master for a sword?" Su Yuanqing said, he waved his hand to signal the people who drew their swords to put away their weapons, and smiled at Cang Liu.

Cang Moliu looked at the man in his early twenties in front of him as if staring at him, and casually fiddled with Bai Yu's triangular head on the back of his hand with his fingertips: "Nothing." He looked down at Bai Yu, as if aroused Laughed, and then said nothing more.

Su Yuanqing looked at him, but he didn't believe his words in his heart. Just as he was thinking about how to detain him, someone suddenly jumped in from the high wall.

Yan Juncheng, who was dressed in red like Zhu Jin, curled his lips into a sneer, his expression extremely reckless and arrogant. He flicked the lock in his hand, and pulled out a crack in the ground beside him. His wide sleeves seemed to be floating in deep water. With a wave of his sleeves, there was a faint scent of fragrance.

"Every time I see you, you look like this, hmph..." Yan Juncheng glanced at Cang Moliu and sneered, "You actually let these children poop on their necks. You young heroes ’, instead of investigating the dead, what’s the point, huh?”

As he spoke, he turned around the door of Nan's house with his hands behind his back, with a pleasant smile on his face, but his murderous aura said it all. He was waiting for a killing, or watching a rain of blood.

"Yan Juncheng!" An angry shout suddenly sounded.

Cang Moliu rested his elbows on the armrest and leaned slightly, his expression didn't look like he was being restrained, but he was like a tea drinker resting here.

Yan Juncheng turned his head when he heard the angry shout, looked contemptuously at the man in white shirt in his 20s who jumped out, and frowned: "Who are you?"

The man's face was full of anger, he didn't say anything, he yelled and rushed towards the red-clothed poison master without even a sword on his body.

But as soon as the man used his palm, Yan Juncheng recognized the man's identity.

"Yurong Pai, Sang Lei's Palm Technique?" Yan Juncheng took two moves with him and then remembered the Yu Rong Pai that he had destroyed because of the medicine test.

"I will kill you to avenge everyone! You demon! Evil ghost!" The man's eyes were red, and every move was murderous, aggressive and impulsive.

Su Yuanqing could tell at a glance that the gap between the two was too big, but he had no position to stop him, so he could only watch with a frown.

However, in twenty strokes, Yan Juncheng was extremely bored in playing. He simply swung the chain directly, piercing the person's heart at once, and then pulled the iron chain back suddenly, blood sprayed like a spring.

Just as Yan Juncheng dealt with him, someone rushed in from the outside, panting and said, "It's not good, something happened at Xichang Building!"

Su Yuanqing's heart sank: "What's going on?"

"28 men whose hearts were dug out were found in the dark alley there!"

Su Yuanqing reflexively looked at Cang Moliu who was drinking tea, then looked at Yan Juncheng who directly hung the blood-stained iron rope around his waist, and sighed: "Pick up his body and bury it..."

"Mr. Cang, do you have a place to live in Gaojian City this time?" He said looking at Nan Ruyu, this is the Nan family, even if it is to keep people, the head of the family must speak.

Nan Ruyu understood Su Yuanqing's meaning at a glance, and smiled: "If you haven't settled down, you might as well rest in my Nan's house. The room and courtyard have already been prepared, and you will definitely make you feel at home."

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Cang Moliu, who stayed at Nan's house, had a good time these few days. Although there were one or two people who always passed by the house, they didn't feel the slightest to Cang Moliu. There is Yan Juncheng who is not happy if he doesn't fuck all day, it can be said that he is singing and singing every night, very happy.

This stayed at Nan's house, and it was early winter when he lived there, but Su Yuanqing didn't make any progress, frowning all day long, and came over every few days, trying to get something out of Cang Moliu's mouth.

But today, when Su Yuanqing came every three days, he surprisingly didn't see anyone coming.

"That stinky plaster is very interesting today." Yan Juncheng lay on the bed with his naked thighs spread apart, his long black and smooth hair was spread beside the pillow, his gorgeous facial features were full of satisfaction after the fact, and he continued lazily Said, "What happened outside again, I know, you sent out the wooden stake that always followed you." He turned over and lay on his side, squinting at the man who was stroking his thigh, "You again Something is hiding from me."

Cang Moliu smiled, and touched his smooth thigh with his hands: "It's nothing, I just went to tease the Chilian Sect, Li Wufeng's head is too slow."

"Well~" Yan Juncheng's hips were kneaded, and he moved his waist, "What's good for you if you die, um~, it's better to have a quick kill, you say you What are you trying to figure out?" He endured the feeling of being rubbed on his body again, and took a few breaths before he could speak smoothly.

Hanging her neck to hold the girlish lips, the words between the two were a little blurred: "History always moves forward in collisions, and my responsibility is just like that..."