Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

After Guisha Pavilion was attacked, Lu Zhihai got angry and quickly sent people to keep an eye on Fu Ling'er and his group.

Knowing that they were actually going shopping in such a brazen manner, Lu Zhihai was very angry. He quickly adjusted his state and his brain was working rapidly.

After a while, Lu Zhihai shouted to the outside of the door.

"Rong An, come in."

Rong An, who replaced Rong Tai on duty, pushed the door open and saw that the Pavilion Master seemed to have calmed down. He felt relieved and stepped forward with his head lowered. He said,

"Pavilion Master, please give me your instructions."

"Rong'an, go to Pozi Street in the north city tonight..." Lu Zhihai ordered in a deep voice, his eyes full of viciousness. No matter whether that group of people were from Xuanyuan Palace last night or not, he regarded them as such.

Humph! It is impolite not to reciprocate.

"Yes, Pavilion Master, I will arrange it right away," Rong An replied, and then turned to leave.

"Come back, go and call Rongda for me."

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

In the south of Xiuyun City, there is a street called Yaohua Street. This street is an important place for the daily life of ordinary people.

Yaohua Street is lined with a variety of small shops and stalls, ranging from grocery stores to snack stalls.

The goods here are affordable, which attracts many ordinary people. On the street, people come and go, some are choosing goods, some are bargaining with stall owners, and some are tasting delicious food at street food stalls.

The air of Yaohua Street is filled with the aroma of various foods, making people salivate, and the streets are bustling with people. It is completely different from the places where other "nobles" in the city stay.

The landmark on Yaohua Street is not a tall building, but a big tree.

This big tree is towering into the sky, standing tall and straight, with its lush branches and leaves like a canopy, just like a huge green umbrella, providing a cool space for passers-by in the hot summer.

At this moment, the shade under the big tree was surrounded by people in three layers. From the center of the crowd, there were bursts of cheers and shouts, one after another, making it very lively.

As we got closer, we found that a wonderful performance was going on. A man in bright costumes was skillfully fiddling with various juggling props. His movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water, dazzling the eyes. The audience around him were impressed by his skills and applauded. The atmosphere was very lively.

The people standing in the innermost circle and cheering enthusiastically were Xiao Zi, Bai Yu, and Xuan Chen. Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan stood aside, enjoying the balancing act performed by the person in the center of the circle with great interest.

In the tree canopy that is dozens of meters high, the dense leaves are stacked layer upon layer, like a green canopy.

A pair of extremely cold eyes suddenly appeared among the intricate branches. They were like ice, staring coldly at the enthusiastic crowd below.

Looking closely, the man's figure was obscured by dense leaves and branches. Without careful observation, it would be difficult to detect his presence.

At this moment, he held a longbow in one hand and a sharp arrow in the other, the arrowhead flashing with cold light, as if foreshadowing the coming of death. His posture was stable and firm, and every movement seemed so skillful and professional, obviously an experienced archer.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, tightly locked on Fu Ling'er in the crowd. With his breathing, the arrow's tip trembled slightly, as if waiting for the best time to launch.

Fu Ling'er, who had keen senses, had long noticed a murderous gaze fixed on her. She immediately released her spiritual sense as if by reflex, looking for that malicious gaze.

In a moment, her consciousness jumped out of the bustling crowd and went straight to the top of the tree.

Wanqi Yuan noticed her strangeness and knew that Ling'er's attention was no longer on the performance. His sharp eyes swept across the faces of the people around him one by one. Those people were watching the performance intently and applauding continuously.

It doesn't seem to be here.

Wanqi Yuan took a step forward, embraced her in his arms, used his tall body to block Fu Ling'er's figure, reached out and took out a handful of gold coins and threw them into the round plate in front of him, making a tinkling sound.

"Ling'er, let's go out. We won't watch anymore." He turned around and said to Bai Yu and the other two, "Let's go out."

"Brother Yuan, watch for a while longer, and..." Xiao Zi was in high spirits and didn't want to leave, but Bai Yu pulled her aside.

"Let's go, it's almost time,"

"Ah? Oh, okay, let's continue shopping," Xiao Zi suddenly realized something and pulled Xuan Chen into the crowd.

"You little bastard, why are you pushing so hard? Can't you see the most exciting part is coming?" someone cursed impatiently.

"Ouch, stop pushing, you're stepping on my feet, get out of my way," someone shouted, shrinking back.

"Stop pushing me, ouch! My old waist is broken, it's broken..." Someone was kicked in the waist and screamed in pain.

Due to the deliberate actions of Xiao Zi, Xuan Chen and Bai Yu, the already crowded crowd got out of control in an instant after someone deliberately pushed and shoved them. People began to flee in panic like a swarm of disturbed bees, bumping into and squeezing each other.

In this chaotic scene, someone was unfortunately pushed to the ground. Before he could get up, more people ruthlessly trampled over him like a surging tide. He groaned in pain, but was unable to stop this crazy flow of people.

Others also lost their balance in the shoving and pushing, and fell to the ground one after another. For a moment, shouts, screams, and cries intertwined together, and the whole scene became noisy and chaotic.

On the top of the tree, Rong Da, who was originally confident and had accurately aimed at Fu Ling'er, was just waiting for the right moment to shoot Fu Ling'er through the heart with an arrow.

In just a blink of an eye, the situation was reversed. How come Fu Ling'er, who was clearly under his nose just now, disappeared in the blink of an eye?

Purple hair? Damn, the purple hair is gone too. Has he been discovered? Impossible. He is famous for his concealment and archery skills in the Ghost Demon Pavilion. He is a master archer who has never been defeated. He will not allow any accidents to happen.

He was unwilling to give up. He had been following for half a day, how could he return empty-handed? So he decided to wait in another place. Anyway, he was going to succeed in the assassination today no matter what.

However, just when he made up his mind and wanted to get up, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his neck. He subconsciously reached out to touch it and found it was wet.

At first glance, his hands were covered in blood.

"Hiss..." Rongda took a breath and turned his head suddenly with a look of astonishment. In an instant, his pupils trembled.

What comes into view is a beautiful face with an extremely bright smile.