Brother, you can't

Under normal circumstances, once the formation master exposes himself, it is extremely dangerous.

But Fu Yueming didn't care too much at the moment.

If he doesn't go, Duan Junfu will become the target of public criticism, and everyone's target will turn to him.

After all, killing him is much easier than killing Lanyi.

As soon as he went out, Fu Yueming stopped suddenly.

"Oh, I knew it was you!"

At the corner of the street ten steps away, a pair of "man and woman" will block Fu Yueming's way.

"Zhao Liang, this outfit suits you very well, I like it."

"... shut up the fuck!"

Yuhui looked at him with a smile, and then caught a glimpse of Fu Yueming from the corner of the eye, and changed his tone: "Ah, it really came out."

The appearance of these two people clearly reveals the person behind them.

Fu Yueming laughed angrily, completely confused about what that person wanted to do.

"You actually stopped me from saving people? Do you know who he is going to kill?"

Yuhui is now the image of a long-robed scholar, but it kind of matches him.

"It's too hypocritical to say this from your mouth. Don't forget, who deliberately ordered people to break into Liuxian Valley two hours ago with the intention of hurting people. If it is really for the good of Senior Brother Duan, why bother to pretend Playing such an imaginary game."

After saying that, Yuhui and Zhao Liang's expressions turned serious, and they showed their magic weapons at the same time.

"Furthermore, even if the Lord wants us to kill people, it's not a big deal."

Duan Jun complained that this was absolutely unexpected, all the firepower was concentrated on him.

But he didn't want to leave right now.

In case that Mr. Shen Song is the thousand gold medicine, didn't he miss the opportunity?

His time was running out, and he couldn't waste it any longer.

"I can't go, I'm going to see that person."

Xie Shuangyuan finally noticed something was wrong.

He originally planned to bring people back first, and he came out to find people for him, so that he was safe.But Duan Junfu was unexpectedly stubborn, as if he didn't care about his situation at the moment, and didn't care whether he would be killed at any time.

Like someone is pushing him.

"Answer me honestly..."

Just as Xie Shuangyuan was about to speak, a large group of people suddenly gathered at the gate of the Songzhu Pavilion and wanted to rush in.

"Have you heard? Mr. Shen Song is coming out to pick up guests tonight!"

"Didn't it mean that he only sold his art but not his body?"

"Hey, who knows? It depends on what conditions are offered."

Taking advantage of the sudden crowd, Duan Junsu sneaked into the building.

The Shochiku Pavilion has a total of four enclosures.

There is a protruding platform in the center of the third floor, which is usually used for Kabuki, but now it is covered with a layer of tulle, and the scene inside can be seen faintly, but Mr. Shen Song has not yet appeared.

There are many more people here than he imagined.

This Mr. Shen Song's identity is tricky and he can't escape.The reason why he recruited people here with such great fanfare must be to gather monks in disguise and find out the target in the shortest possible time.

Sure enough, the mother-child note in her arms began to shimmer.

The thousand gold medicine is here.

Duan Junfu is a little speechless, why is this person looking for him so much?Fu Yueming still wanted to kill him!

Every floor is currently full of guests.

Everyone can't wait to see the son in person.

"Three."

He's on the second floor now.

Wherever he looked, he probably found three people who might be monks.

Xie Shuangyuan and the others were definitely not the only ones who received the target task, it is estimated that everyone has received it.

As long as he doesn't reveal his identity before meeting Shen Song, then he is safe.

The stairs to the third floor were placed in the middle, meaning he had to squeeze his way through the crowd to get there.

"Please excuse me."

It was so crowded that he almost squeezed his way through.So while pushing and shoving each other, he accidentally bumped into a person behind him.

"Tsk, you..."

The opponent is a big man with a thick back and a waist.

Seeing that it was a woman who bumped into him, his ferocious expression restrained a little, but then he became a little more tentative.

"Which faction are you from?"

Duan Junfu didn't know that when he became the target on the surface, the monks lurking here took the initiative to report their families in private and find their companions.After all, they were not themselves, and they immediately felt no tension.

And the only ones who came after them were those few sects, and whoever was lying could be found out by comparing each other.

It can be described as the fastest method.

Duan Junfu didn't dare to answer easily, he could only pretend to be a resident of the formation, and said with a smile: "You have mistaken the person."

"is it?"

The big man scratched his head, and then whispered to a few people around him, old and young, "It's not a real person... I have to find..."

Suddenly his nerves relaxed a little, he finally touched the railing and was about to go up.

But suddenly, he felt as if someone was watching him.

Duan Jun was not sure where this feeling came from, but it really made him unable not to care.So, he looked back casually.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he met someone's eyes.

It's the swordsman.

He is on the east side, and the man is on the west side of the second floor.

There was a long distance between them in the lobby, and Ruo Ruo almost couldn't see each other's eyes and nose clearly.

With such a long distance, he clearly felt that the man was looking at him.

The swordsman stands among the crowd, like a standing still statue.

Even though the people around him passed by him, he kept his gaze fixed on his side.

This feeling is really weird, as if he can see through your disguise at a glance, and your every move cannot escape his surveillance.

Duan Junfu didn't dare to look at him too much, so he raised his foot and wanted to continue upstairs.

But just as he was leaving, he caught a glimpse of the man moving from the corner of his eye!

The other party's eyes were still on him, and the direction of movement was also on the side of the stairs!

At this time, Duan Junfu deeply understands the feeling of being chased by monsters in horror games.

In his opinion, those monks are not as scary as this swordsman.

Could it be Lan Yi?

Until now, he didn't dare to think about where Lan Yi was, and desperately forced himself to find Qianjin Yao with all his heart.

That swordsman is like a ghost.

Duan Junfu had just walked up to the third floor when the figure of the swordsman had already appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

The palms are full of cold sweat.

Duan Junfu finally found the entrance of the platform in a hurry, but he hadn't seen Mr. Shen Song yet.

Where the hell did Qianjin Yao go?

Just as he was about to grab someone for questioning, a figure suddenly appeared from the private seating on the fourth floor.

is a woman.

With her hands on the railing, she leaned out half of her body without fear of danger, then she sank into her dantian and shouted loudly:

"Is everyone here?"

What she said was ambiguous, but many people in the Shochiku Hall suddenly responded to her.

All of a sudden, the whole building was scattered with the woman's "accomplices".

"There are enough 'guys' here, if that person is not here, let's clean them up one by one!"

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the Songzhu Pavilion was closed with a loud bang.

People other than the monk looked at each other cluelessly, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

But he knows it all too well.

People in the formation are lifeless, and they will not feel guilty if they are killed.

Now that the identities have been roughly compared, the next step is to kill these useless "people" and narrow the scope, and the rest are likely to be "targets".

Duan Junsu's heart rose to his throat.

It doesn't matter if the other party is a real servant or not, just grab him and ask: "Young Master Shen Song..."

Before he finished speaking, the next moment he watched helplessly as the boy in front of him was pierced through the neck with a sword by the "six-year-old boy" behind him.

They don't bleed, they just leave a bloody hole when pierced.

Through that hole, the gloomy figure of the swordsman gradually enlarged.

run!

He ran without hesitation.

Since the "massacre" had already begun, there was a small riot in the Songzhu Pavilion, which made the escape plan difficult to carry out.

While dodging left and right, he suddenly saw the team surrounding Qianjin Yao appear.

He tried to call Qianjin Yao loudly, but the surrounding noise completely covered his voice, so he could only go to Qianjin Yao himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a gust of wind hit him from behind, he subconsciously bent down, just in time to see a big hand sweeping over his head out of the corner of his eye!

If he was one step too late, he would have been caught.

Seeing that he didn't succeed, the swordsman finally got impatient, and jumped three steps in front of him, completely blocking his way.

Seeing that Qianjin Yao had already taken his seat on the stage, and the countdown on the system reached 11, his heart skipped a beat and he went straight to the fourth floor!

"Don't try to escape!"

Suddenly a person appeared next to him and wanted to swing his sword at him, but just as the other person raised the sword high, there was a "clank" in his ear, and he saw a scimitar flying from a distance, directly knocking down the weapon in the person's hand.

The mood suddenly became complicated.

He gritted his teeth and continued to run up.

As the "birthplace", the fourth floor has long been filled with corpses.

He stepped on those soft bodies, step by step to the top of Qianjin Yao.

"Thousand gold medicine!"

His throat hurt from shouting, but he was sure that Qianjin Yao would hear it.

But the strange thing is that the figure in the veil below is motionless.

"This deaf man..."

Forget it, at worst, call again.

This time, he leaned out with half of his body facing down, and was about to open his mouth when he immediately felt the person behind him grabbing him.

"what!"

I wanted to turn around and hide to the side, but the situation was too urgent right now, he couldn't stand still, and suddenly fell down to the fourth floor!

Seeing him fall, the swordsman's expression didn't change at all, but he reached out to catch him immediately.

But everything happened so fast that the swordsman fell down without even touching the corner of his clothes.

Below is the platform where Qian Jin Yao is located.

Facing him, he was afraid he was going to smash someone to death.

In desperation, he yelled again:

"If you hear it, pick me up!"

After the voice fell, the figure sitting inside finally moved.

The raised veil reduced some of the force of the fall, but it was not enough to support him at all.

After a short pause, he fell directly onto the stage wrapped in veils.

According to the character of Qianjin Yao, Duan Junfu was already ready to break a few bones, and he closed his eyes tightly to wait for the pain.

The next moment, he was caught.

"Zheng-!"

It was the clank of the scimitar again.

The swordsman jumped down after him.

His figure appeared above their heads, and then he decisively drew out his scimitar and slashed at him!

"Come on!"

He sounded a reminder, but Qianjin Yao didn't seem to want to leave.

Mr. Chen Xiang's body was originally a weak scholar, but after being "occupied" by him, there was a completely different temperament in his gestures, which suddenly made him feel familiar.

I saw Qianjin Yao holding him with one hand, and holding him with the other hand, the scimitar was suddenly twisted and broken into pieces of iron in front of them!

Even without a weapon, the swordsman was not afraid, and attacked Qianjin Yao with his bare hands.

Even knives can't get close, let alone people.

But this time, Qianjin Yao actually went up to meet him head-on, grabbing the opponent's wrist with one hand.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the swordsman's entire arm was broken into three pieces in mid-air like that machete.

The puppet parts that splashed out fell like celestial maidens scattered flowers, and Duan Junfu's pupils also gradually enlarged.

Do not……

The swordsman who has been chasing him is actually a puppet of Qianjinyao?

So, now by his side is...

Duan Junsu swallowed, then turned his neck stiffly, and greeted the man with a guilty conscience:

"What a coincidence."