Du Bishu was shocked when he heard Yan Hong's sudden voice.

Staring at the other party's pretty face with a clever smile, he immediately reacted.

If you can be the leader of the young generation of Fenxiang Valley, if you really don’t have two tricks, how dare you take risks?

It is not too difficult to break a restriction that imprisons the mouthpiece.

However, this also requires extraordinary courage.

If you deliberately pretend to be missed, once the direction of things is not as expected, you are most likely to take the initiative to give someone a head.

"Miss Yanhong is really a woman, I really admire her." Du Bishu said sincerely.

"Don't change the topic. May I ask this senior brother from Qingyun Sect, who is his surname?"

When the other party looked down at him from a high place, Yan Hong felt a little uncomfortable. He pointed to the wooden board in front of him and signaled him to sit down, but he was asking relentlessly.

Perhaps, "no reluctance" is biased when used in a beautiful woman, but it does give people the illusion that this is the illusion.

"Qingyun Gate?"

Du Bishu was about to sit cross-legged, but the other party revealed the origin of the sect. His heart suddenly jumped, but he still sat down with calmness.

He was calm on the surface, but a sensation broke out in his heart.

From beginning to end, during his several trips down the mountain, he believed that he had done a good job of concealing skills and should not reveal flaws.

Even if there is, it should be the first to discover those cultivators with profound cultivation.

But how did she see through it!

Maybe...it's just a lie?

"Miss Yan Hong was joking. Du Leng was just a soul-repelling master. Even if he knew some Taoist mental methods, how could he get close to the nobles of the Qingyun Sect?

However, they have different paths and the same ends, and they both believe in the Three Pure Ones. Perhaps there are some similarities in their practices."

No matter what, Du Bishu still intends to deny it. After all, there are a lot of dirty things in the secret of Fenxiang Valley and Qingyunmen. As long as there is no irrefutable situation, it is better to keep a distance.

This explanation made Yan Hong stunned and she also doubted her initial inference.

Did you really make a mistake?

If it weren't for Qingyun Sect, how did he come to this Ancient Cave of Wanbats?

Or did he really join the Blood Refining Hall, the branch of the Demon Cult?

Several thoughts came one after another, and the spirit on the pretty face also became light and dark.

"After that being said, Miss Yanhong is very bold and dares to take risks if she is alone. Senior Brother Faxiang also agrees to do this?"

Senior Brother Faxiang?

Yan Hong suddenly smiled relievedly.

After tidying up his clothes, he sat cross-legged and faced the blood-robed acquaintance in front of him.

"It's not a risk. We have discussed this plan a long time ago, and it's a second plan that we have to do. I just didn't expect to meet you..."

"Tsk, thanks to meeting me, if it fell into the hands of the lustful ghost Lin Feng, I'm afraid he's all right now!"

"Hehe?" Yan Hong muttered in confusion, but she immediately reacted, her pretty face slightly red, "It's not important, he can't move me at all."

Now, it was Du Bishu's turn to feel strange. He couldn't help but look up and down at the other party's delicate body sitting cross-legged, and his gaze paused for a moment.

His eyes are pure, but his movements are confusing.

"You have secret techniques to not be sealed for cultivation? Your Qingling Stones have been taken away by Chu Yuyan, what are you taking..."

Yan Hong's next move explains this very well.

I saw her gently hook her fingers, and a small stone next to the wooden board of the bed immediately rose up, falling into her jade-like palm like lightning.

"You haven't been sealed for cultivation? I obviously..." Du Bishu pointed in surprise.

"It's clearly sealing my cultivation level, right? Du...Leng, there are thousands of wonderful techniques in the world, and everything can happen before killing the opponent. This is just a small way to "seal the gate and avoid the hole" in the Fenxiang Valley, so... you don't have to worry about Lin Feng at all."

After saying that, Yan Hong suddenly caught a glimpse of the other person's fingers, and her pretty red face immediately burst into red clouds, and she gave him an angrily glance.

"But Du Leng, you are really interesting. Other cultivators imprison their cultivation to severely injure or slap the Qihai, but you..."

The following words can't be said by her daughter's family.

"Uh--so, the Qingling Stone was not taken away?"

Du Bishu did not notice the other party's strangeness, but lowered his arms with a wry smile.

Looking at the bold and careful Fenxiang Valley genius in front of him, Du Bishu really discovered that his wisdom sometimes doesn't make much progress.

Perhaps, there is still a slight advantage in dealing with the older boss and others...

etc!

Who dares to guarantee that the old boss and his group have really been deceived by themselves?

As long as one or two people are awake or find clues, all his performances will undoubtedly become a joke!

Thinking of this, a layer of fine beads of sweat immediately emerged from Du Bishu's forehead.

Yan Hong did not find these and explained softly: "Of course not! I, Yan Hong, my natal magic weapon, will definitely not be able to do it unless I die... Huh? Du Leng, why are you..."

Du Bishu didn't answer, but suddenly he fucked up and pounced on him, his expression also became ferocious, but he was talking softly: "Yan Hong, cooperate!"

Cooperate?

What to cooperate with?

Yan Hong was stunned, but her expression quickly froze, and then she became ashamed and angry.

Du Bishu, who was pounced on her body, actually grabbed and pulled it with thunder. A hole was immediately torn open on her blue shirt on her left shoulder, revealing the white underwear inside.

"you……"

"Yan Hong, how did you contact the outside world? Or what secret notes are left?" Du Bishu put his mouth to the other party's ear and asked urgently.

The two are close together. To outsiders, it is definitely someone who is performing a farewell mystery.

Apart from this, Du Bishu did not take the next move, but just half-supported his body and waited for an answer.

Hearing this, Yan Hong's actions of sacrificing magic weapons were stagnant, and her mind was changing rapidly, but her words kept pausing: "In my sachet, there is a spice that is loved by fragrance-loving ants, and the senior brother has this little beast in his hand."

Thinking of the Wild Dog Taoist walking at the end just now and did not leave the space where the huge stone tablet is located immediately, Du Bishu thought it was not good.

"You may be discovered. Can you notify the Fa Xiang and not come in rashly, you may fall into a trap!"

"What? Are you sure?"

"Not sure, but the Wild Dog Taoist has a great sense of smell. He has shown it to me more than once, and the spices you left behind may not be hidden."

Hearing this, Yan Hong looked panicked and couldn't help but want to sit up, but she forgot that there was another person on her, and after hitting each other on her shoulders, she fell back to the wooden board.

This time, Du Bishu reminded him, and quickly pulled the thin quilt next to him and covered the two of them tightly.

At close range, a beautiful face appeared in front of you, and there was a breath like orchid and a faint body fragrance. Anyone would raise the flag to pay tribute.

He hurriedly suppressed his thoughts: "I'll find a reason to go out later. You pretend to break free from the ban and leave here quickly. I will let Xiao Hei lead you."

"Also, if it's convenient, tear your clothes a little more so that no one will doubt me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Bishu pretended to squirmed and counted down his body, lifted a corner of the thin quilt and drilled out, his face full of bad luck.

He leaned over and removed a flag of the Sun-broad Cloud Formation, rubbed Xiao Hei's little head as he approached the giant rock, pointed to Yan Hong on the wooden bed with a faint finger, and issued a low order.

"Take her out of the hole!"

Xiao Hei nodded in a vague way.

After doing these things, Du Bishu went to push the stone door in annoyance, muttering and complaining: "Hmph, it's like a dead person, it's not fun! No, I have to ask fellow Daoist Chu for some Hehuan Powder!"

The stone gate opened with a creak.

At some point, a disciple of the Blood Refining Hall lay outside the thick stone gate, and he still kept his ear-holding posture, turning a blind eye to the thin crack of the door.

When the door was opened, the other party staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Mr. Du has set up a formation, you still listen! Get out!"

Du Bishu kicked the disciple in the ass, drove him away fiercely, turned around and punched a magic trick to the stone gate, and then hurried towards the passage on one side.

Reside in the abyss.

Yan Hong, hiding under the quilt, couldn't help but smile as she listened to the vulgar complaints and scolding outside.

However, she quickly remembered the ridiculous scenes just now, her pretty face was as hot as fire, and her heart was as rushing as a deer.

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Chapter completed!