The note was gently placed on the table, and a dry and powerful hand beat the armrest of the chair rhythmically.
"Fairy gate, white start!" the master of the hand opened his mouth gently, and his voice was very soft, reminiscent of the smoked spring breeze.
After a gust of wind, the note was blown up, and the handwriting on it was clearly visible:
"On April 21, on the Bank of Luoyan lake, Xianmen fought alone in vain. The list of people was 17 from South Korea to the north and 13 from South Korea. When South Korea was injured to the north, the left light waited to break the road and died."
Before the note fell, it turned into countless powder and disappeared without a trace.
"Check!"
"Yes!" someone answered in the void and immediately disappeared.
At the same time, in a dark and open building, the huge torch was burning quietly, but it still couldn''t illuminate the darkness in the building.
A voice sounded from the dark void: "check white!"
"Yes!" someone answered in the light of the fire. Then the sound disappeared, the torch went out, and the empty building fell into darkness again.
In a bamboo forest, the man who was cutting bamboo stopped, took down the cloth strip on the leg of the red bird on his shoulder, and then unfolded it.
After a while, the cloth strip turned into ashes in his hand. He picked up the bamboo knife again and cut up the bamboo, but there were two words on the bamboo: white!
Similar scenes happened everywhere. For a time, the word "Xianmen white" caused countless undercurrent surges.
In the room, Yan Feixu gently tasted the green bamboo tea unique to the Ming Empire, and a smile appeared on his face.
"I can''t believe I really killed you. I can really kill you." he smiled and sent the blue and white porcelain teacup to his mouth, but didn''t drink it. He just said gently: "it should be painful to break your arm?"
Just when he was tasting green bamboo, an old man came in at the east gate of Tang city with a little girl.
"Nannan, Tang city is here. I tell you, it''s a big city with many people." the old man took the little girl''s hand and said softly.
The little girl looked around timidly, but there was no one in the empty street.
Seeing that there was an inn ahead, the old man took the little girl to the door.
"We don''t do business anymore!" a voice came out from behind the door when the old man patted on the door.
The old man said, "our grandparents and grandchildren passed by your precious place and only stayed for one night. Please make it convenient."
The door opened, revealing a middle-aged man''s head from the crack of the door. He looked at the old man strangely and said, "old man, where did you come from? How did you come to Tang city? Now Tang city can only enter but not leave."
The old man smiled, fondly touched the little girl''s hair, and then said, "everyone has come in. There''s no way. Please go to the owner for convenience."
The middle-aged man looked hesitant. After thinking about it, he frowned and said, "you can''t sleep in the guest room. There''s a firewood room. It''s dry, okay?"
The old man said, "I don''t pay so much attention when I go out. It''s good to have a place to stay. Thank you."
While the old man was talking with the middle-aged man, at the north gate of Tang City, Jin Chengfeng stood next to a luxury carriage and said respectfully, "Master Liu, Tang city is here."
"Go in and find Lao Yan." Liu Weishuang in the carriage said.
After they entered, the young man with short hair on the Bank of Luoyan lake also entered Tang City, but his eyes fell on the city master''s house in the middle of the city, with cold eyes.
When these people entered the Tang city one after another, Yang Xuan, who was buried ten feet deep, opened his eyes.
The injury, which was not serious, has completely recovered.
Zuo Qinghou died, but Yang Xuan didn''t mean to be happy.
Things are not on the left.
The square black stone he was looking for was not on his left leaning body.
When Zuo Qinghou died, he had scanned him with his mind. He didn''t see the fast stone or the storage ring.
Where''s the black stone going? This is what he is thinking now.
But in fact, the answer to this question is not difficult to solve.
The black stone should have been handed over by Zuo Qinghou to others. This person has a higher status than Zuo Qinghou and is in the city master''s house.
Yang Xuan''s eyes are cold!
Black stones are related to his promotion to Yuanying, so he is determined to win. Anyone who stands in front of him is his enemy.
He had understood that only when the black stone was exposed to the air and within a certain range from him could the black beads in his body fluctuate, that is, if he wanted to know who the black stone was on, he had to enter the city master''s house and stay for a period of time.
The difficulty is not small! Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes.
There is another way, that is to ask directly.
He had a strange feeling that he must know what the black stone was.
Finally, there is the problem of magic weapons.
The metal ball is the first magic weapon he refined, which belongs to the cultivator, but in fact it is only his test work and has little power.
Today, Zuo Qinghou can be burned to death in one fell swoop. It is also because Zuo Qinghou''s Taoist heart has been broken, his strength does not exist one in ten, and he can be effective in one fell swoop by surprise.
This is also the reason why he chose to use a metal ball against the upper left light Hou and use life and death to point to the upper South Korea to the north.
Thinking of Han ZhiBei, his eyes showed a sense of killing.
He didn''t expect Han ZhiBei to make a breakthrough and greatly increase his strength under his life and death. Moreover, he made a sneak attack regardless of the face of the master of the people list and joined hands with Zuo Qinghou to kill himself.
He has sentenced Han ZhiBei to death.
The countercurrent road from South Korea to north is by no means easy. If he breaks through again, he doesn''t know whether he can retreat all over.
Since entering the scope of the Ming Empire, he has met the enemy continuously, and one by one. If he is careless, he may die on the spot.
Su Zhenguo is still missing. He doesn''t know where the Wushen relic is. He feels that when the Wushen relic appears, all forces will gather. At that time, with his current strength, it''s tantamount to death if he wants to take a chestnut from the fire.
But he must enter the Wushen relic. He must find out what the black bead in his body is and whether it has anything to do with the Wushen.
Therefore, he urgently needs to improve his strength and be promoted to the realm of Yuanying in the shortest time. At that time, the world is so big that he can go.
He urgently needs to absorb the soul power, improve the soul strength, and break through to the realm of Yuanying as soon as possible.
At the same time, he also wants to find a way to refine his second magic weapon, a magic weapon that has always existed in his mind.
Once this magic weapon is refined, it will become the first magic weapon in his real sense.
At the thought of this, Yang Xuan, who was in the underground cave, stood up. He wanted to go to the city master''s house and ask Yan Feixu.
At the same time, Liu Weishuang leaned on the back chair, lazily picked up a cup of tea at the table, took a sip and disdained to say, "I said old words, at least you are also an elder of Tianyi valley. Can you have some good tea?"
The words were not empty and said faintly: "love to drink, don''t drink, don''t drink and leave."
Liu Weishuang couldn''t help shaking his head: "tut Tut, I said you are smiling at others. How can you only treat me like this? It''s chilling."
Yan Feixu didn''t take his words at all. Instead, he said to Jin Chengfeng, who stood by Gong: "brother Jin, how are you?"
Jin Chengfeng said respectfully, "my grandfather is fine!"
Yan Feixu nodded and said, "when I met brother Jin last time, he also mentioned you. He said you were the most outstanding disciple in his line. Now I see you, it''s really good."
The praise of being able to speak is not empty. The world doesn''t know how many people want to envy. Their eyes turn red, but Jin Chengfeng shows a bitter smile: "the old man is praised!"
At the same time, a figure appeared in his mind.
How dare he call him a genius in front of that man?
Liu Weishuang, who was very bored, said impatiently, "well, don''t greet me there. Lao Yan, I have something to ask you."
After Jin Chengfeng retreated knowingly, Liu Weishuang said directly, "Lao Yan, do you know a man named Bai Qi?"
Yan Feixu picked up the tea cup and said, "what''s the matter?"
Liu Weishuang nodded and shook his head, exclaimed: "this man is too powerful. At the same time, in the face of Han ZhiBei and Zuo Qinghou, he can hurt and kill one by one, and break the way of Zuo Qinghou''s battlefield. It''s powerful!"
It''s not difficult for you to kill Zuo Qinghou and Han ZhiBei at the same time. It''s just a white start. Where can it be powerful
"That''s different!" Liu Weishuang shook his head and said, "the man named Bai Qi''s skill is very strange. You haven''t seen him. He will set fire and ice, and he will be together. From him, I can see the shadow of life and death."
He looked at him and said, "he should be the way of life and death."
Liu Weishuang was very interested and asked, "how do you know?"
"Have you seen the situation from South Korea to north?"
After seeing Liu Weishuang nodding, he continued: "Han ZhiBei''s injury was caused by him."
Liu Weishuang realized that he was just about to say something, but he was suddenly stunned, and then looked at his words.
Just then, Yan Feixu also looked at him.
Someone approached their room.