Young man, rich and easy to talk

When the fire was discovered, the bright red flames had already licked the door, and the entire hall was in chaos, and no one remained indifferent.At this time, iron rules are far less precious than a bowl of water.

In the confusion, someone yelled, "Where's the right envoy?!"

Everyone saw You Shi go into that room, but no one ever saw him come out.

When Tang Liu rushed into the main hall of the sect master in a hurry, Fang Youli was full of wine and food, and was playing and laughing with a few white girls and boys in his arms. After being interrupted by an outsider who broke in suddenly, his face showed gloomy expression.

"Sect master," Tang Liu knelt on the ground without looking at him, "there is water in the hall right now."

Fang Youli responded casually, drank the wine brought by the girls, and cast a low glance: "Where's the right envoy? His temple is on fire, should I clean it up?"

Tang Liu lowered his head, "You Shi...he didn't come out."

After a moment of dead silence, a short table fell to the ground with a slam, Fang Youli pushed away the beautiful young girls who surrounded him and suddenly stood up, kicked Tang Liu's heart, and yelled: "Useless thing! Then what are you still doing here, why don't you get him out of me!"

Tang Liu got up, and as soon as he knelt back to his original place, he was kicked again by the furious Fang Youli.

"If he's dead, you don't have to come back to see me!" Fang Youli yelled, "If you don't have enough, send more people! Even if you build a personal wall, even if you only have one breath left, you have to bring him to me! "

Tang Liuwei responded with a grin. After a long time, he got up clutching his chest, gritted his teeth and backed out. He vomited a mouthful of turbid blood as soon as he stepped out of the hall.

The house was about to burn down, and the fire engulfed everything around like a hungry beast. The dry winter and mountain wind in the north fueled its momentum, and people were replenished one after another, and buckets of water were poured on it.The fire did not weaken at all, but poured more and more courageously, and the splashed water turned into misty water vapor in an instant.

But the order pressed the head, and no one dared to stop until the right envoy was seen.

Even Fang Youli couldn't sit still anymore, standing in front of the main hall, he could still see the blazing flames.A beauty came forward in winter wearing tulle, holding Fang Youli's arm desperately and laughing, "Isn't she just a right-hand envoy, if you burn to death, you can get another one."

As soon as the beauty finished speaking, a smile froze on her face, and in an instant, tragic screams erupted in the entire hall, piercing through the quiet stone dome.The rest of the servants were trembling, seeing Fang Youli throwing her away like a useless rag, his arms were twisted across the beauty's body, and the thick elbow bones protruded from the flesh.

No one dared to interject again.

"Go! Go and save people for me! I want to see people die and corpses!" Fang was angry again.

Except for a few necessary guards, everyone was sent to the Right Emissary Hall to fight the fire.Fang Youli returned to his sect master's throne, dismissed the servants who were too scared to speak, and kept listening to the useless nonsense of the people who came to report the situation, but Wuming didn't even have a hair. See you.

The situation was getting worse and worse. Seeing that the result that was about to be obtained was suddenly engulfed in a sea of ​​flames, Fang rationally slapped the disciple in front of him who was telling the situation to death.

"Trash! Trash! They are all fucking trash!"

"My lord."

"Shut up!" Fang Youli yelled without looking back, with his back to the palace door and his hands on the armrest of the seat.

The person behind him sneered, "Isn't the door master looking for me?"

Fang hesitated again, and slowly turned around.

His Highness stood a white figure with long hair draped over his shoulders, wide sleeves wrapped around his fingers, holding a red-handled long sword behind his back, with nothing on his face.Then he fixed his eyes on the sword in his hand, he could recognize that sword very well.

Fang Youli raised his eyebrows, seeing that he was slowly pulling a lock of hair, raised his eyebrows and asked himself: "Do I resemble him?"

"No name." Fang Youli picked up the sword.

"Oh, it doesn't look like enough." Wuming let go of the hair he was playing with in his hand, and also drew out the weapon in his hand. The hilt was thrown on the ground, and a pair of sharp eyes flashed on the sharp blade. He smiled fiercely. Standing up, "Does it look more similar now?"

The boiling zhenqi diffused, wrapping around Wuming's body like fire.

He mobilized all the internal energy of the raging fire that he carried.

Fang Youli didn't move, but instead smiled, "With your little ability, you are trying to use the Raging Fire mental method? Even Tang Mu from four years ago is still a bit late, let alone you, a half-baked fake!"

Wuming grinned: "I made a fuss four years ago, so I'm afraid it will happen again?"

"What's more, how do you know whether Liu Yuexue lied to you? Since he can make that kind of potion, of course he can cure it. Tang Mu four years ago was not scary, but what if Tang Mu worked hard for four years? "

Wuming caressed the blade of the sword, and raised the corners of his eyes provocatively, "You were despicable and shameless back then, and you slaughtered my whole family with the following three indiscriminate methods, but you have never seen the real fire sword technique!" Seeing that the people in the hall were obviously shaken, he He continued, "The current head of Qianmanmen is ungrateful to bully his master and destroy his ancestors, trying to take his master's raging fire sword technique as his own. I don't know if this news is enough to bring you down?"

Fang Youli was furious: "Shut up! Tang Xian's abandoning his family to betray the religion is disloyalty, stealing the secret method of the religion is unrighteous, such disloyal and unrighteous people should be killed!"

"Whatever you want to say." Wuming said, "If you can kill Tang Xian, then Tang Xian's son can also kill you in the same way. Presumably, you don't have any opinions, Sect Master?"

Fang Youli's expression suddenly changed. He raised his hand to call for someone, but found that all the guards who had been guarding the temple had already fallen to the ground at some point. Suddenly, all the people were dispatched to put out the fire. At that time, my own situation was very unfavorable.

After a short tit-for-tat confrontation, Fang Youli suddenly burst out laughing.

"Tang Mu, you are just bluffing!"

Wuming stood upright, looking sideways at the people in the hall.

"Look at the way you hold the sword! If you want to kill me, you must not shake your hand!"

Shaking and falling to the ground, Wuming only heard a sneer, and with a flash in front of his eyes, the sword shadow jumped up from the hall and rushed towards him.Wuming quickly turned his gaze, turned around and moved to calm his mind, the long sword was raised horizontally in front of his body, and there was a sudden clang, and sparks of gold and silver were struck with the swiftly slashing sword light.

Although Tang Xian's sword manual is fake, the principles of the sword are not bad, and it is complementary to the internal force of Lie Huo. However, although the force is fierce, it will cause great harm to the body.Every time Wuming took advantage of the situation to make a move, the emptiness and burning sensation in his chest became stronger. If it wasn't for this internal force that had been lurking in his body for four years, and he had gotten used to its existence, Wuming would have been unable to control it at this moment. Live crazy.

Fang Youli naturally saw Wuming's strenuous effort, and he also had the sword manual in his hand, so he naturally knew the weaknesses in it, so all his moves were aimed at the vital points.

However, relying on the support of the internal force of Lie Huo, Wuming and Fang Youli entangled and fought for a while, and they were evenly matched. The swords and swords never returned, and each sword was more ruthless than the other sword, and each sword was faster than the other sword.

"Tang Mu, you are really as virtuous as your father! Do you know what it is?!" Fang Youli ruthlessly pressed down the stalemate sword.

Wuming still gritted his teeth and smiled, did not speak, and only poured more internal energy into the sword.

Fang Li pressed his sword down again: "I don't know what is good or bad!"

Wuming turned away and responded with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness."

On the other side, Qin Xichao, who had regained his freedom, passed through the iron fence with one hand, and pinched Liu Hua's neck to force him to tell everything.

Qin Xichao couldn't accept the truth he learned.

Tang Wuming is Tang Mu?

Being abused by the couple within a day, Liu Hua was coughing and complaining in a low voice, when she suddenly remembered something, she yelled "Damn it!"

"He knows everything, the Evil Spirit Valley four years ago, and the death of his parents!" Liu Hua clasped the iron bars tightly, staring at Qin Xichao nervously, "He went to take revenge, and he went to meet Fang You alone Li! That's impossible, he can't kill Fang Youli, and he can't kill ten of them!"

"Tomorrow, if I'm still alive, I'll give you back a real Tang Mu."

A cold wind blew through my heart, piercingly cold.

Qin Xichao opened his eyes sharply, hammered his fists heavily on the ground, looked at Liu Hua and said angrily, "You really deserve to die!"

He stood up, took out a few pill-sized spheres from his arms, and threw one out of the narrow window of the prison cell. A moment later, there was a loud noise outside, and a wisp of white smoke flew up from the window, flying into the sky. The same goes to heaven.

Yanaka was startled.

"Xiao Lei Huo Bomb." Qin Xichao whispered, and put one into Liu Hua's hand.

"Even if you deserve to die, you have to pay the debt you owe first."