Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Gun Intention

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Gun IntentionJiaofangsi, Yingmei Pavilion.

Xu Qi'an sat lazily leaning on the brocade couch, with the night watchman's uniform hanging on the back of the chair.

In the spacious room, six dancing girls were dancing, their slender waists swaying under the thin gauze skirts.

Behind Xu Qi'an, a maid was rubbing his shoulders, and his legs were in the arms of another maid, letting her massage his legs.

The courtesan was wearing a gorgeous and complicated long skirt, with her head slightly lowered, playing the piano attentively.

Occasionally she looked up at Xu Qi'an, who was enjoying himself.

After an incense stick, the sound of the piano dissipated, the dancing girls left the room, Fu Xiangying stood up, washed her hands in the copper basin, and said sadly: "Mr. Yang turned out to be a night watchman."

"Did I disappoint you?" Xu Qi'an lowered his head and played with his fingers, and replied casually.

The courtesan lifted her skirt and sat on him, pressing her hands on her firm chest muscles, smiling charmingly: "I like it..."

The reason why Xu Qi'an turned around and came to the Jiaofangsi was mainly because it was close, and it was definitely not because it cost a lot of money to eat and listen to music in the brothel, but here, Fuxiang gave him free.

"How did No. 6 know the content of my chat with No. 9? Fragment No. 3 was banned, so it could not receive messages from other fragment holders, but other holders could see it? Is this Earth Book an ancient version of QQ group..."

"If I had known, I would have added friends one by one after dripping blood to recognize the master... I was a little scared at the time, and just wanted to throw this hot potato away..."

"The Tiandihui and the Earth Sect seem to have a connection... Are the sects split?"

Xu Qi'an's thoughts were interrupted, and he frowned and looked at the courtesan who was sitting on his waist, twisting her hips, with a spring on her beautiful face, and teasing him implicitly.

She has a pair of lovable peach blossom eyes.

"If you move again, the soft seat will become a socket." Xu Qian'an said unhappily.

A few minutes later, the maids guarding the outer room heard the creaking sound of the brocade couch and the intermittent panting of their wives who were trying their best to endure.

"Oh, it started in broad daylight."

"Let's go first, it will probably be dusk."

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Guiyue Tower, a place where the phoenixes and the cranes sing in harmony.

A man in black tights, leaning on a knife with one hand, sat at the round table with his back straight.

The black-clothed man had a two-finger-long scar on his cheek, triangular eyes, and a fierce light flashed in his light brown pupils from time to time.

He gave people the feeling of a rebellious madman, as if he would draw his knife and chop people if he disagreed with something, and he was extremely violent.

He was a death row prisoner in the night watchman's office, whose name had been outlined by the current emperor, and his execution date was after the autumn of next year.

Today, he was suddenly taken out of the death row by a Jinluo. The Jinluo told him that he only needed to complete a task successfully, and he could be released back to the world and find someone to replace him as a death row prisoner.

This statement is very credible. The list drawn by the emperor usually means that he will definitely die and cannot be pardoned. Finding someone to replace him is the right thing to do.

This kind of "redeem" transaction is common in the night watchman's office. Before he was caught, he had heard about it from the seniors in the world.

His task is very simple, just make a deal.

But the man in black knows that there must be great danger hidden in it. Otherwise, for such a simple transaction, why find a death row prisoner?

The man in black accepted this task for two reasons: First, it is better to take a chance than to die. Second, this is Guiyue Tower in the inner city, one of the most prosperous areas.

Ordinary people dare not make trouble in such a place.

At this time, he heard two "knock knocks" from the door of the private room.

"The door is not locked, come in!" The man in black responded in a low voice.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and a man dressed as a jianghu walked in, wearing a gray robe, half of his face hidden in the hood, and the lower half of his face was exposed. There was a light layer of green beard on his chin, which looked like he had just shaved.

Both sides looked at each other vigilantly.

Oh, with this outfit, he definitely can't enter the inner city.... He probably changed into it secretly after entering Guiyue Tower... There may be weapons hidden in the robe... The man in black thought half disdainfully and half vigilantly, and heard the cloaked jianghu, hoarsely

asked:

"Where is the thing?"

The man in black stared at him calmly and said lightly: "I seem to have said that I spent five hundred taels of gold on this mirror."

What kind of mirror costs five hundred taels of gold... He added in his heart.

The cloaked warrior said "hmm", reached into his arms with one hand, and took out a stack of silver bills, the first of which was worth one hundred taels.

Although he knew that these silver bills would have to be handed in in the end, the man in black could not help but glow with his eyes, and his gaze was glued to the thick stack of silver

bills.

"Mirror!" The cloaked warrior put the silver bills on the table and said in a hoarse voice.

The man in black looked at it carefully, but did not see any magical mirror on the table.

The cloaked warrior raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of sharp eyes, staring at the mirror on the table for a moment:

"Very good, the deal is done, we have never seen each other since we left this door."

He picked up the mirror, and the black-clad prisoner reached out to the silver bills with his eyes glowing.

Suddenly, the black-clad prisoner saw the cloak on the left side of the warrior fluttering slightly... Not good! His pupils shrank violently as if they were illuminated by strong light. Without thinking, he rolled to the side to avoid possible attacks.

The mission was indeed not that simple... Fortunately, I was always on guard... This is a master, I can't fight him head-on, I just broke through the window and went out, I don't believe he dares to kill people in the street in the downtown area of the inner city... The thought flashed through the mind of the black-clothed prisoner.

At this time, he saw a figure sitting upright in the place where he was originally sitting, wearing a black tight suit, leaning on a knife with both hands, his neck was cut flat by a sharp blade, and a bowl-sized scar was gushing blood.

Hmm?

A string of question marks appeared in the black-clothed prisoner's mind, and then his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

The cloaked Jianghu took the banknote back into his arms, sneered, and turned to walk out of

the private room.

...

The cloaked man left Guiyue Tower and rode on the fast horse he had come on. He left the inner city and the outer city at a leisurely pace, and then galloped on the official road, his horse's hooves raising a trail of dust.

He ran wildly for more than an hour, and a tea shed appeared in front of him, with three old

tables.

The tea seller was a gray-haired old man. There were no customers at the moment, so the old man sat at the table drinking tea.

The cloaked man pulled the reins, and the horse neighed and raised its front hooves, stopping

at high speed.

The cloaked man tied the reins to a wooden stake on the side of the road, looked left and right, and walked towards the tea shed.

He took out the jade mirror and respectfully presented it with both hands: "Boss, I am lucky to have fulfilled your mission."

The gray-haired old man took the jade mirror and said in a low voice: "You brought back an

enemy."

The cloaked man was stunned, and before he could respond, he saw the old man waved his

hand and knocked him away.

Bang!

The cloaked man who flew backwards happened to collide with a sharp aura and exploded into

pieces on the spot.

Blood splattered like ink.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the end of the official road. A tall and straight

figure slowly walked towards him.

When he appeared, he was still at the far end. After a few breaths, he was less than a hundred

meters away from the old man.

"Yang Yan, you are a dog that Wei Qingyi keeps by his side." The old man snorted coldly:

"Don't mind your own business."

Yang Yan, who had a paralyzed face, had no expression on his face: "I must mind my

business."

The old man was furious, and his emotions got out of control. He said sternly: "Then don't blame me for being rude."

The simple robe fluttered, and wisps of black smoke overflowed from his body, dancing in the

air, making a cold and shrill cry.

Yang Yan frowned: "The Earth Sect cultivates merit, when did they learn these ghostly tricks."

The old man's face was bulging with spider-web-like black blood vessels, his pupils were scarlet, and the devilish aura was sinister: "Hey, I'll send you to ask the Lord of Morality."

With a sharp whistle, the black smoke in the sky rushed towards Yang Yan while whistling

strangely.

Yang Yan had a blank expression on his face, and his left and right hands were fisted against

each other.

Bang!

The violent aura was centered on him, turning into ripples and spreading, rolling up grass and dust along the way, and finally hitting a layer of black film.

The sky flashed with black light, presenting a thin and slippery formation, like an inverted

glass bowl.

"It's easy to get in my Hundred Ghosts Formation, but it's hard to get out. Even if you are a fourth-grade warrior, you will die here." The old man's voice was hoarse as if he was a devil seaʀᴄh thё Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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In mid-air, the black smoke that was dispersed by Yang Yan's aura gathered again.

Yang Yan frowned. This formation is in completely different fields from the formation of Si

Tian Jian.

Si Tian Jian's formation is based on the power of heaven and earth, and can last for a long

time. The formation of Taoism is arranged by manpower and cannot last for a long time. This Hundred Ghosts Formation is very tricky.

Among the major cultivation systems, Taoism is the leader in the field of Yuan Shen. The

sixth-grade Yin God of Taoism, also called ghost messenger in ancient times, seduces people's souls at night and dominates the life and death of mortals.

This Hundred Ghosts Formation is a similar method.

Although martial artists also sharpen their Yuan Shen, they only stack defenses to make Yuan

Shen tougher, and lack attack methods in related fields.

"I heard that the eighth-grade of Taoism is called Qi Food, which can drive magic weapons

and summon thunder. Don't let me experience it?" Yang Yan was expressionless and

contemptuous.

"Come right now!" The old man was angry again, and two blood lights spurted out of his

sleeves, like blood-colored lightning.

Yang Yan did not dodge or avoid, and let the two blood-colored lightnings attack.

Ding Ding!

Two blood-red lightning bolts only cut the clothes and then bounced out.

Copper skin and iron bones!

"Why don't you fight back?" The old man said angrily, his face covered with black blood vessels like spider webs, extremely ferocious.

"I'm waiting for my gun." Yang Yan said lightly: "It's coming."

As the voice fell, a bright silver meteor streaked across the sky.

The moist and slippery air shield shattered with a sound, and the black smoke evaporated

"hissing" where the meteor passed.

"If you can't break the formation from the inside, then break it from the outside." Yang Yan

stretched out his hand and grasped the spear, a silver spear.

After saying this, his figure suddenly disappeared, as if he had merged with the spear, and

stabbed the old man with an unstoppable momentum.

In the old man's blood-red pupils, the silver light flashed, irresistible, irresistible, that was

the spear intent that had never been worn out in a hundred battles.

The spear intent of a fourth-grade warrior.

"No!" The old man opened his mouth and spit out a golden pill that flashed with blood and

black light, hitting the spear.

The golden pill turned into powder in the spear's intention, and the old man's body was

minced into meat in the spear's intention. The silver light rushed out hundreds of feet and pierced a hill.

The old man's figure condensed in the air, half illusory and half real. He stared at Yang Yan with resentment, and turned into a green smoke shield to the distance.

Yang Yan bent down to pick up the jade mirror, carried the silver spear, and turned back to the

direction of the capital.

The black smoke escaped for hundreds of miles, passed a village, and stopped.

The old man's face was looming in the black smoke, staring at the village below. The Yin God could not move for a long time in the daytime. Without a physical body, his

strength was greatly reduced. He could not deal with the crisis that might be encountered

later.

The old man planned to take over a physical body and devour the souls of the villagers to nourish himself.

After making a plan, black smoke curled into the village.

The village that was still vivid and lifelike a moment ago was broken like water waves the next moment, and a gas mask with five-colored merits rose up, trapping the black smoke.

In the center of the formation, an old Taoist priest wearing a tattered Taoist robe and with

deep facial features sat cross-legged.

...

In the morning, Xu Qiyan arrived at the night watchman's office on time to report.

Waiting for the follow-up of the "Earth Book" incident.

If he didn't know the result, he always felt uneasy.

Near noon, the black-clothed clerk found him in the side hall next to Chunfeng Hall and said

respectfully: "Master Xu, Duke Wei summoned you." Finally here... Xu Qiyan nodded slightly: "Okay!"