Creation Color Master

With the arrival of Chen Gong and Li Ru, and the joining of Zhou Wenlong and Han Xinghe on the battlefield, the originally evenly matched situation instantly became one-sided.

Inside the theater, Chu Mo, wearing a thousand-feather white crane cloak, sat on a throne, but his eyes were always on the theater door.

As one outstanding Chinese person after another pushed the door open and walked in, Chu Mo, who had been nervous, gradually relaxed.

Although Lin Mingwei was by his side, three third-level cultivators came from the Cold Eagle Tribe, and he was worried that Lin Mingwei might not be their match.

Chu Mo knew that Chen Gong was accompanied by Zhou Wenlong, a third-level Confucian cultivator, and his arrival would relieve the pressure on Lin Mingwei.

Li Ru's eyes seemed to see through people's hearts. He stood beside Chu Mo and whispered, "Don't worry, my lord. I have summoned a third-level Yin-Yang cultivator to be the secret guard. He is also helping outside. The people of the Cold Eagle Tribe are nothing to worry about."

Chu Mo looked at Li Ru in shock when he heard that. Chu Mo did not expect that Li Ru would give him such a surprise.

In the Hunyuan Wuji Formation, Lin Mingwei's power gradually increased in the battle with Sarliang. Even the barbarians with the second level of cultivation could not withstand a single shot from Lin Mingwei.

Han Xinghe was very good at using the art of Yin and Yang. The law of Yin surrounded his body and turned him into a black dragon, forcing Sarp to retreat step by step.

The laws of Taoism condensed around Zhou Wenlong and turned into a large seal to suppress the heaven and earth.

Soon, Sarliang was hit by Lin Mingwei's spear, and his figure fell heavily to the ground. He coughed up blood and had no strength to fight anymore.

Lin Mingwei, with his hands free, then charged into the remaining guards with his gun, killing them with every shot. As the massacre began, the blood law around Lin Mingwei was gradually sublimating.

"boom"

An even more powerful aura burst out of his body. Lin Mingwei stood in blood and couldn't help laughing. His cultivation level had improved further and he reached the third level of cave heaven.

Zhou Wenlong and Han Xinghe on the side quickly resolved the battle and successfully captured Sarpu and Sarhache alive.

Lin Mingwei took action to seal the three people's cultivation and dragged them into the theater.

There was no one alive in the formation, and the corpses of barbarians were everywhere.

Soon the theater door opened, and a group of actors walked out and began to clean up the corpses and blood on the floor.

Sarliang was brought in front of Chu Mo with a pale face. Looking at the young man sitting on the armchair, he asked the questions that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

"Who are you? I don't believe that there is a person like you in a small border town. Are you in league with those bandits? Are you here just to lure us here? Why are you plotting against my Frost Eagle Tribe?"

Chu Mo couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw Sarliang's crazy imagination.

But looking at Sarliang's crazy look, Chu Mo still answered his questions seriously.

"First of all, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I don't know the thief you mentioned. He is not a big shot either. I am just a Xiayang person who has lived in Yong'an Town since I was a child. If I must give you an identity, then I would say that he is the owner of this theater."

Sarliang looked incredulous, and then he said to himself: "You lied, how can you explain it to them? I don't believe that an ordinary theater owner can invite a third-level monk to help."

Chu Mo smiled softly upon hearing this and said, "So, it's your bad luck. Although I don't know any masters of the third realm, Mr. Chen Gong and Mr. Li Ru often come to my theater to listen to music, so they have become familiar faces to me."

Sarliang naturally saw clearly that Zhou Wenlong and Han Xinghe followed the two of them, as if they really had nothing to do with the theater.

Just when Sarliang wanted to say something, he was interrupted by Li Ru beside him.

"As a prisoner of Xia Yang, you must be aware of being a prisoner. Let's not talk nonsense. Let me ask you, why did you come to Yong'an Town for no reason and cause trouble for the theater?"

The questions Li Ru asked directly confused the public and put all the blame on the Cold Eagle Tribe.

Sarliang's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said frantically, "How could we be causing trouble for no reason? We came here in pursuit of the thief, and the thief's last breath disappeared in the theater."

Li Ru's wise eyes penetrated people's hearts. He looked into Sarliang's eyes and said, "I see that you are full of doubts. It seems that you still don't believe that the theater has nothing to do with the thieves?"

Sarliang looked at Li Ru with resentment, as if to say, I'm not a fool, how can I believe whatever you say?

Li Ru came to Sarliang with full confidence and said, "Okay, General, you probably don't know my identity yet. I am the commander of the Dark Guards. I believe you must have heard of the Dark Guards. How about we make a bet and see if there is the person you are looking for in the theater?"

Looking at Li Ru's cold eyes, Salliang felt a chill in his heart, but he was very sure that the breath of the clan guardian spirit soldiers disappeared at the door of the theater, and the group of thieves must be hiding in the theater.

So he snorted coldly: "Tell me, how do you want to bet?"

Li Ru smiled and said, "This theater is not small. So, I will give you three one day. If you can find a thief here, I will not only let you go, but also hand over the thief to you for disposal. The theater will be treated as an accomplice, and everyone in the theater will be handed over to you. How about that? But what if you can't find it?"

Sarliang looked at Li Ru's confident face, then looked at the other two behind him, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, if you can't find it, the three of us will be at your disposal."

Li Ru smiled brightly, as if he had been waiting for them to say this, and said, "Okay, it's a deal, you can start now."

Chu Mo sat quietly on the armchair the whole time without saying a word.

Zhang Jiao, who was standing aside, had a faint smile on his face, and he secretly activated the theater's real Hunyuan Wuji Formation.

Without anyone noticing, the spiritual power of the various architectural spirits in the theater was lost and they returned to their original appearance; the temperature in the inner courtyard also quickly returned to normal...

Suddenly, the entire theater underwent a drastic change, as if it had returned to the cold and lonely appearance it had a year ago.

Just as the three of them were using various methods in the theater to search for traces of the thieves, the imperial capital finally received the relevant letter.

There were three letters in total, one from Hanyang Pass, one from the theater, and one from the governor's mansion.

The first thing Tang Tiansheng opened was the letter from the theater. When he saw that the people from the Cold Eagle Tribe were causing trouble for the theater, he couldn't help but be shocked. He asked the ghost beside him in disbelief.

"The Frost Eagle Tribe mentioned in the letter is one of the four ancient barbarian tribes. Why did they come to Xiayang? How could they conflict with the theater?"

The ghost pointed to the two remaining letters on the table and reminded softly, "Your Majesty, please take a look at the remaining two letters first. The causes and effects are clearly marked on them."

Tang Tiansheng couldn't wait to open the letter and scanned it quickly.

The letter from Hanyang Pass had already explained everything that had happened to the Hanying tribe from the time they arrived to the time they left. Even the conversations before they entered the pass were recorded in great detail. After reading it, Tang Tiansheng finally understood.

Chen Gong of the Inspector's Office instructed Chu Mo to ask for help, and explained the number of people dispatched by the Cold Eagle Tribe and the level of their cultivation.

Looking at the report with every detail, Tang Tiansheng did not feel it was troublesome, because only with such people could he feel at ease. After all, no one wanted his subordinates to hide things from them.