Master Longmei took out a pill with a strange luster from his sleeve——
Yi Rong Dan!
After taking this magical elixir, the face of the real person with long eyebrows began to undergo subtle changes. In just a few minutes, the image of a monk who looked exactly like Wuhua appeared in front of Ye Qiu's eyes.
In order to play this role more perfectly, Changmei Master took out a cassock from the space ring and draped it on his shoulders.
"Amitabha, this poor monk is polite here." Master Changmei adjusted his voice so that it was almost the same as Wuhua's.
Ye Qiu nodded slightly and said in appreciation: "It is indeed lifelike."
Master Changmei smiled proudly: "If Wuhua knew about this, I'm afraid he would be so angry that he would burst into smoke."
Ye Qiu said coldly: "Since he has the guts to impersonate me, then I have to repay him well."
Master Changmei suggested: "Actually, we should have brought our junior brother here and asked him to dress up as Feng Xiaoxiao. In this way, the Feng family could also be involved in this dispute and make the situation in the restricted area of life even more complicated."
Ye Qiu responded: "I have had this idea before, but Feng Xiaoxiao is the young master of the Feng family after all. His life is in my hands now, and maybe he can be used in the future."
He paused and continued: "I did not call Tianji and Big Bird for this operation, just because they are not as fast as you, and we need to fight quickly."
"Understood." Master Changmei responded, and then quickly took out the sky-gazing mirror and slowly poured his true energy into it.
In an instant, the scene within a hundred miles radius appeared in the mirror.
Fifty miles away.
A group of people dressed in black were looking around for something. There were about a dozen of them, headed by a majestic saint.
The group of people were still talking quietly while searching.
"The Tang family actually used a handed down imperial weapon as a reward just to catch an outsider. This is simply crazy."
"Yes, the value of the handed down imperial weapon is immeasurable, let alone just for an outsider."
"I heard that the outsider named Ye Changsheng is ranked first on the Hidden Dragon List. He has the qualifications of a great emperor, which is indeed extraordinary."
"Hmph, so what if you are outstanding? Can you be more powerful than our young master?"
"That's right. Our young master is one of the Five Heroes of Life. He will surely become an emperor in the future and lead the Beiming family out of the restricted area of life."
"The young master is missing at the moment. If he is here, Ye Changsheng will definitely die."
"That's right, Ye Changsheng can never be our young master's opponent."
"Everyone, be quiet!" The leading saint looked around and ordered with a serious expression, "The head of the family ordered us to look for traces of Ye Changsheng. What are you whispering here?"
"What should we do if Ye Changsheng notices our movements and runs away?"
"From now on, no one is allowed to speak anymore until we find Ye Changsheng. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Everyone responded in unison.
Ye Qiu and Master Changmei listened to their conversation through the sky-gazing mirror. Ye Qiu couldn't help but chuckle: "It seems that the Tang family's reward has indeed caused quite a stir. Now that the Beiming family has been dispatched, then
Several other major families must also be secretly looking for my traces."
Master Changmei nodded in agreement: "Yes, the temptation of the imperial weapon is indeed irresistible."
A cunning light flashed in Ye Qiu's eyes: "Since we met the Beiming family first, let's start with them!"
"It's just what I want!" Master Changmei was already eager to give it a try.
In an instant, the two figures disappeared from the place at the same time.
Fifty miles away, the saint from the Beiming family was still scolding his men.
"The head of the family has an order. Once the whereabouts of Ye Changsheng are discovered, they must be reported immediately. The head of the family will be heavily rewarded. In addition..."
His words came to an abrupt end because a calm voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Amitabha, are you the donors looking for Ye Changsheng?"
Everyone in the Beiming family looked back and saw a handsome monk standing quietly behind them.
"Who are you?" the saint from the Beiming family asked warily.
This monk is naturally Wuhua played by Chang Mei Zhenren.
"The poor monk Wu Hua comes from the Daleiyin Temple in Lingshan Mountain in the Western Desert." Changmeizhen replied calmly.
"Da Leiyin Temple? West Desert? Are you an outsider?" The saint from the Beiming family suddenly changed his face and immediately made a gesture.
Immediately, a group of tribesmen rushed forward like wolves and tigers, surrounding Master Changmei.
However, Master Changmei seemed as if he had not seen him, and still asked calmly: "Dear donors, are you looking for Ye Changsheng?"
"How do you know?" The saint from the Beiming family asked in surprise: "Could it be that you know where Ye Changsheng is at this moment?"
Master Changmei smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Of course I know."
"Where is he?" The saint from the Beiming family asked eagerly, "Little monk, as long as you can tell me the whereabouts of Ye Changsheng, I will definitely reward you heavily."
Master Changmei shook his head slightly and said: "A large reward does not mean much to a poor monk. As a monk, the poor monk does not value worldly things, but..."
He changed the topic and revealed a bit of fierceness in his eyes: "There is something in each of the donors that interests this poor monk."
The saint from the Beiming family asked doubtfully: "What are you referring to?"
"Your lives!" Master Changmei finished his words, and a powerful aura suddenly burst out from him.
The "monk" who was originally gentle and gentle, with a smile on his face, suddenly became fierce and fierce.
The saint from the Beiming family was stunned for a moment, then his face showed an angry look, and he said sternly: "Little monk, you are so brave! How dare you entertain us!"
"For entertainment?" Master Changmei sneered, "Today the poor monk not only wants to entertain you, but also sends you to see the Buddha!"
Before he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared in front of the saint in an instant, and suddenly struck out with a palm.
"boom!"
The saint had no idea that this "monk" would suddenly launch an attack and be so powerful. He was caught off guard and was hit hard in the chest by the long-browed master's palm.
"puff--"
The saint seemed to have been severely injured, spitting blood from his mouth, and flew backwards.
"The elder is injured!"
"Who is this little monk? He is so powerful!"
"Everyone be careful, come together, we must not let him escape!"
When everyone in the Beiming family saw that their elder was injured, they all turned pale with fright, roaring and rushing towards Master Changmei.
However, in the eyes of Master Changmei, these tribesmen are nothing more than a group of ants.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a disdainful sneer. The next second, his figure disappeared from the place like a ghost.
"ah……"
Screams came and went.
In less than two minutes, more than a dozen members of the Beiming family had fallen to the ground, losing the breath of life.
The ground was full of broken limbs and flowing blood. Only the saint lay on the ground with severe injuries and was still alive.
Master Changmei stood in the air and said condescendingly: "Do you know why I want to kill you? It's because you want to harm my brother."
Hearing this, the saint's face changed drastically: "Is your friend Ye Changsheng?"
Master Changmei said proudly: "Yes, my name is Wuhua. I once had a sworn relationship with Ye Changsheng Jinlan. He is my best brother!"
