The villain has a white moonlight

There were those present who were angry when they heard the words, but they did not dare to act rashly.

The former site of the Yuyi clan, the lord of the ghost city, the dust-watching mirror, the remnants of the Tang family... Like gorgeous and weird beads, they popped out one after another in this gorgeous banquet amidst the Danying carvings. How unknown.

The unknown is the source of fear.

There is never a shortage of people who are watching, considering, and calculating in the world.

"No, I have already made arrangements." Ji Xinnu chuckled, then raised his hand to form a seal, and recited the mantra

"Ugh!" Xie Shaoyu let out a cry of pain, took two steps back with his bow, and tried his best not to fall down with the bow.

"Brother!" Xie Niyu exclaimed anxiously, retracted the pipa with her backhand, and hurried to support the boy.

"Young Yu!" Wang Siyuan also called out worriedly, just got up and took two steps over there, he felt his nose itchy, raised his hand to wipe it, his hand was covered with blood, saw the deep red, and immediately passed out, Wang Huan He stretched out his arms to embrace the young man, frowning slightly.

But Ji Xin Nu turned around and stared at the Taoist in white, "Master Fu Mengsheng, release all formations."

Fu Mengsheng closed his eyes and flicked his fly whisk without hesitation, all the formations set up in advance were dispelled, the wind blades that lost the support of the formations were scattered, and the killing net woven by lightning disappeared instantly, leaving only the breeze surrounded, scattered ground red maple leaves.

Although the miasma was purified, those with weaker cultivation had already been affected, and the banquet was not peaceful.

"Huh? Sure enough, Daoist Fu Mengsheng doesn't have martial arts and martial arteries," Luo Yafeng took advantage of the chaos and quickly rushed to Fu Mengsheng's side, grabbed the Taoist's carotid artery with one hand, and pressed Du Ruozhi with the other, with an evil smile, "Good at Qihuang elixir, so what about Jingqimen Dunjia? Without the right time and place, Daoist Fu Mengsheng, if you can't even protect yourself, how can you protect others?

"Brother!" The suppressed boy knelt on one knee, struggling to no avail, his eyes full of anxiety.

Fu Mengsheng gently held his hand and said calmly, "Don't be afraid."

"Okay, I'm not afraid." Du Ruozhi shook his hand back, trying to calm himself down.

"Tsk, it's really touching." Luo Yafeng smiled unabated, "Without the strength to restrain a chicken, but with a protective and benevolent heart, he always shows his empty door, the Taoist priest is really a curious and sympathetic object Woolen cloth!"

Fu Mengsheng seemed to have never heard of it, his eyes were clear and his expression remained unchanged.

Ji Xin Nu over there looked up at the high-ranking person: "Isn't Sect Master Wang giving the order yet? If you don't want Fu Mengsheng and the two young masters to die, let your people step down quickly and let us leave..." Before he finished speaking, he was engulfed by a huge force and slammed into the Panlong Jinzhu behind him.

No one could see when Wang Huan made his move.

The gorgeous long sword came with a strong wind, and the girl was nailed to the golden pillar. Blood gushed out from her chest, and a mist of blood dispersed.

When Luo Yafeng saw this, he didn't show any worry, and he still smiled as before: "My majesty as the suzerain cannot be challenged, so I gave up the life of the younger generation, Wang suzerain, you are really righteous, oh no, it's for your own face." Dear, wonderful, wonderful!"

There was a slight ripple in Wang Huan's eyes, and he raised his hand to gently stroke the bangs of the boy in his arms, without saying a word.

"You son of a bitch... shut up! You are just... taking the opportunity to blackmail you, and being taught by Sect Master Wang... you deserve it." Xie Shaoyu grabbed his sister's sleeve and tried to vomit a mouthful of blood after speaking .

Xie Niyu wiped his blood with trembling hands, the white silk in her hand was already bright red: "Brother, stop talking." Her voice and her whole body were trembling.

"Sister, younger brother, I...have a big fate, no... nothing will happen." After finishing speaking, she let go of her hand and lost her voice.

"Young Yu!" Xie Niyu hugged the boy and called out in a mournful voice, panicked.

After hearing the news, the people from Xie's Medical Department arrived in time to pick up the miasma-infested guests and the two teenagers. Dong Gongfu also led the bell and left Suzaku Haiqu Terrace to Yundan Building where the medical department is located.

"Miss Xie, don't be impatient, the two young masters just fainted, but if our slaves die, no one will be able to save them." Luo Yafeng cast a glance at Xie Niyu's pale face, and said leisurely.

The Suzaku sword didn't touch the little girl in yellow shirt's heart, but it hurt her badly.

"Cough, cough, it's too late, whether there is a king or not... this sword will cut off their vitality." Ji Xinnu laughed while coughing up blood, "I will... never give up, I'm not happy, They... also deserve it."

As the words fell, Du Ruozhi, who was being detained, groaned, and vomited red on the spot. When the cold air broke out in his body, it was as if thousands of ants and insects were gnawing on the bones of his body. Pain.

"Little friend." Fu Mengsheng caught his wrist veins, his complexion changed slightly.

"Determined to seek death, as you wish." The person above the high position slightly raised his hand, and the Suzaku sword was instantly recalled to the owner's hand.

Wang Huan's face was frosty, and he walked down the high platform step by step with his sword in hand. The Garuda wings on the hilt were shining brightly under the lamp, but it carried a murderous aura without temperature. With cold light.

Ji Xin Nu, who lost his support, lay on the ground with no strength, covered in blood, but still smiling: "Ha... Is it painful? Is it hopeless... I watched my dearest relatives and loved ones die in pain... You deserve the feeling of being powerless...

There was a trace of coldness in Wang Huan's eyes, and the Suzaku sword in his hand had lightning flashing through it.

"Dalihua, are you desperate?! Hurry up and say a few words less!" Luo Yafeng said with a smile.

"Wang Huan!"

Wang Huan glanced back, and saw Xie Niyu hugging the purple-clothed boy, with mist in his eyes, shaking his head at him.

He did not speak, nor did he retract his long sword.

"Tsk, love is suffering, ruthlessness is happiness, but anyone who cares about this or that will suffer a lot in the end." Luo Yafeng sighed, but his wrist was numb.

The two people who were restrained before escaped at the same time, and he fell to his knees all over his body. Before he could recover his movement skills, he was countered and knelt down in a whirl. He glanced at the sharp blade on the side of his neck and sighed: "Floating!" Daoist Mengsheng is worthy of being a wise hermit who is famous in the world of cultivating immortals, so I was careless in using myself as bait this time."

"It's not careless, but Miss Jixinnu didn't tell you a piece of common sense. If you plan to do something wrong with the doctor Danxiu, don't touch him directly with your hands."

"Don't provoke my relationship with Dalihua. In the eyes of the world, the Taoist priest who is like a bright moon and a breeze is actually a generation with a bright tongue and a lotus flower. How lamentable?"

Fu Mengsheng calmly put Fuchen back in his arms and ignored it.

"It's a terrible feeling to be tricked unconsciously, but the situation of the faithful believer next to you, Daoist Master, is very bad."

"Shut up, I'm fine!" Du Ruozhi's face was pale, his breathing was rapid, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and the hands holding the sword trembled from the pain, but he still held the hilt firmly, his eyes were stubborn and fierce, like a An injured and stubborn little leopard may bite the dangerous prey in front of him at any time.

"Hey, just hold on, but I can't run away this time, no matter, Dalihua is so injured, even if I go back, my lord who can't do without her will kill me, so I might as well stay I will eat in prison here." Luo Yafeng looked like a broken pot.

During the dinner, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing whether to call him thick-skinned or short-sighted.

Du Ruozhi didn't dare to slack off at all. Since his appearance, the servant of the sword has played a game with a relaxed and comfortable attitude.

This person doesn't care about anything, he doesn't even care about his life, whether it's his own life or the life of his companions, he doesn't care.

Facing a person who has no bondage and doesn't even care about life and death, he can't take it lightly.

"What are you all waiting for? Are you still sending me to prison?" Luo Yafeng spread his hands and raised his eyebrows, "Or point out a way, and I will go by myself?"

"Sect Master Wang... Look..." Someone said cautiously during the banquet.

"Drag out." Wang Huan said flatly, "Extend her life for three days."

Then some disciples of the Wang family who understood what he meant well-trained took Jixin slave who had fainted down.

"As for you," Wang Huan withdrew the sword backhand and turned it into a scarlet scarlet bird stick, "Go back and tell the Lord of the Ghost City that if you don't return to the cliff at noon three days later, Lord Ji Ling has a request."

"Would you like to invite my lord to drink tea?" Luo Yafeng looked puzzled.

"What do you think?"

"Sect Master Wang, you are really... making it difficult for me." Luo Yafeng raised his head, blinked his left eye at Wang Huan, and raised the corner of his mouth, "But I am willing to risk my life to summon the king for Sect Master Wang, please find it. Guan Chenjing came to change people, I hope Sect Master Wang will keep such thoughts in mind."

"presumptuous!"

"Shuzi is rude!"

"It's shameless!"

During the banquet, there were three people, old, middle-aged and young, who couldn't stand his attitude and shouted angrily in unison.

"Tsk, just kidding, Sect Master Wang didn't say anything, you..."

"Leave." Wang Huan said coldly.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to go, I'm going to go, Sect Master Wang is angry!" Luo Yafeng pushed Du Ruozhi's sword away, stood up and smiled, "Goodbye, everyone, don't worry about the little trouble, continue to eat, drink, and gold Please take good care of the crane too, ghost market and other predestined people will come here soon!"

After speaking, he swaggered away with ease.

Du Ruozhi, who had been tense all the time, finally couldn't hold on, and the long sword fell to the ground and fell into Fu Mengsheng's arms beside him: "Brother, I'm sorry, this time... I have caused you trouble again."

His voice was already very weak.

"You rest first." Fu Mengsheng said gently.

"En." The boy nodded, and finally lost consciousness in the reassuring faint fragrance of herbs.

"Take sir to the medical department quickly!" Seeing this, Xie Niyu ordered immediately.

Ah Yi hurried forward and led Fu Mengsheng to the medical department.

"Wang Huan..." Xie Niyu took a deep breath, clenched the golden lotus in her hand and wanted to go back to her seat, but she was haunted by worries. She was worried about Xie Shaoyu and the young man beside Fu Mengsheng, but Lang Huayan couldn't just stop there At a loss, she didn't know why she turned her head and called out, "I...I..."

"Go." Under the unabated brilliance of the lights, the Suzerain Wang, who was dressed in a Suzaku sacrificial attire, nodded to her, and the indifferent young face finally had a soft color, "I am here."

"Yeah." Xie Niyu lowered her head, mist appeared in her eyes again, she reluctantly agreed, turned around and left.

"Hao Yu," Wang Huan's voice warmed up in the cold night wind, "It will be fine."

"Well, thank you very much." Xie Niyu turned around before tears fell, and left in a hurry after speaking.