The silver sword cut by the long knife fell on his head and was about to split the middle-aged man in half.
The middle-aged man calmly took out a dark iron barrel again and pointed it at him.
Deng Yue hurriedly turned the chop into a wipe, drawing a silver light curtain in front of him to block the incoming silver needles.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." The clear sound continued continuously.
Deng Yue shouted: "Seeking death!"
He was secretly glad that he could swing the knife very fast and water could not hit him. However, the silver needles were different from splashing water. Each needle contained a powerful force, and the impact of the long knife would be hindered.
He was able to block it without missing a beat. It was truly an extraordinary performance. He will never be able to do it next time.
The middle-aged man still didn't retreat, leaning against the wall, raising his right hand again, and another iron cylinder appeared.
Deng Yue just rolled around like a lazy donkey, grinning in pain. There were silver needles all over the ground. It was inevitable that some of them would stand up. The feeling when he rolled up was very uncomfortable, and his body immediately became numb.
He shouted angrily: "The needle is poisonous!"
Chu Li jumped up to the middle-aged man, and before he could raise his arm, he slapped his chest, unable to move.
He then stuck out another silver needle, and then looked at Deng Yue.
Deng Yue's face had turned black at this time, and he looked similar to the nine subordinates around him. He was about to die. The poison on the needle was so violent that it cut off his heart in seven steps. He had no internal defense, and he died in the blink of an eye.
Chu Li shook his head, gently pressed Deng Yue's eyebrows, and then rescued the other nine people.
In the void of my mind, the golden leaf on the withered tree seemed dim, and it consumed a lot of power. Fortunately, the withered scripture has been replenishing its power, so it was not difficult to save these ten people.
Deng Yue breathed a long sigh of relief, clasped his fists, and sheathed the sword: "Thank you, Master!"
He was saved by Chu Li again.
Chu Li waved his hand and looked at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was stiff and motionless, but sweat was dripping all over his body, slowly dripping down to his feet, and his face looked like a cooked shrimp.
Chu Li pierced the middle-aged man's chest with another silver needle.
The middle-aged man suddenly became dazed, and then answered sentence by sentence under Chu Li's questions.
"Whose orders do you follow?"
"Owner."
"Where did I meet the host?"
"The host will come and find me."
"Do you have anything belonging to the original poster around you?"
"Token."
When Chu Li asked, he answered blankly.
Deng Yue felt excited after hearing this. He didn't expect to find the original poster. This was beyond his imagination. He originally thought that such a sophisticated organization would be like clearing away layers of fog to see the original poster. He didn't know how many layers to clear.
When I was in despair, I heard such good news.
Chu Li reached out and took out the token from the middle-aged man's arms. It was a round jade token the size of a palm. It was green and sparkling, as if there was water flowing through it. There was a building carved on it. The building was as high as the sky, and its upper body was covered with white clouds.
"Which level are you in Butian Tower?" Chu Li asked.
"The earth is second," the middle-aged man said.
Chu Li raised his eyebrows.
Deng Yue was surprised: "It's actually at the prefecture level?"
He didn't think that the middle-aged man's skill was that high, but he didn't expect that he was ranked second in the prefectural level. It seemed that this level was not based on martial arts, but probably based on the number of kills.
Chu Li sighed and said: "It's really second in the prefecture level. I really didn't expect it."
He had already seen the poster in the middle-aged man's mind, but he knew that this alone was useless. He was probably disguised and not his true face. The only clue was this jade plaque.
He could feel the faint energy on the jade tablet.
And this middle-aged man, the second in the prefectural level, already has a hundred lives in his hands, including many powerful people and important officials in the court. His most powerful thing is poison, but no one can find out that he is using poison.
Thought it was sudden death.
He pulled out the silver needle and stuck it in another location.
The middle-aged man quickly closed his eyes, stopped breathing, and then fell limply.
Deng Yue said bitterly: "Wish you died!"
He glanced at the nine people behind him and whispered: "Master, do we want to continue chasing?"
Chu Li said: "Let's go and give it a try."
"You don't have to follow." Deng Yue waved to the nine people behind him.
The nine people looked ashamed, clasped their fists and saluted Chu Li, and then exited the courtyard. Chu Li and Deng Yue also left.
The two of them arrived in front of the tall Baihua Tower.
As the sun sets, the colorful flags of Baihua Tower are fluttering in the evening wind. Under the light, Baihua Tower is colorful, with carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent and resplendent. There is also the faint sound of charming laughter, revealing the excitement.
"Master, will you be here?" Deng Yue looked at Baihua Tower, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's impossible."
This Baihua Building is one of the most famous brothels in the capital. Those who can come here are either rich or noble. It can be said to be a famous gold-selling cave. Therefore, the characters here have been clearly investigated, and there will definitely be no problems.
Those wealthy people have precious lives and are very cautious.
Chu Li said: "It's right here, let's go in and take a look."
"Master, aren't you afraid?" Deng Yue said with a smile.
Chu Li shook his head: "It's okay for me to be a poor monk, let's go in."
"Okay!" Deng Yue agreed happily and walked in front. His expression suddenly changed. His chin was slightly raised, he was reserved and arrogant. He walked slowly up the stairs of Baihua Building. When he was halfway there, he saw a beautiful middle-aged woman.
Welcome down lightly.
She was dressed in a thin, tender yellow gown, which was both bright and flawless, yet charming and eye-catching. When she walked, she was as graceful as supporting the wind.
Deng Yue waved his hand: "No need to be verbose, let's go in and take a look before we talk."
"Yes." The soft and beautiful woman smiled sweetly, turned around and walked upstairs, curling and swaying, with countless charms revealed in every step.
Deng Yue, who had seen so many beauties like this, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and suppressed the excitement in his heart.
Chu Li suddenly stopped: "Commander Deng!"
Deng Yue stopped and turned around to look over.
Chu Li said: "Let's go back."
Deng Yue was startled and said with a smile: "What's wrong, Master, but we can't see the pink formation?"
Chu Li nodded: "The poor monk still can't go in, so as not to disturb his heart. Let's talk about it another day."
Deng Yue said: "Master is also afraid of this?"
Chu Li shook his head and laughed, turned around and walked down.
Although Deng Yue was confused, seeing Chu Li resolutely leaving, he had no choice but to continue walking down.
"Giggle!" The soft middle-aged woman suddenly laughed and said: "Master, why did you leave now that you are here?"
Deng Yue smiled and said: "Master is an eminent monk, so naturally he cannot be contaminated by fireworks."
"The little girl admires the master's style. The girls also want to meet the master." The soft and beautiful woman smiled sweetly and said: "Master, why don't you stay?"
She spoke and waved her sleeves gently.
A stream of fragrant wind surged out and floated towards Deng Yue and Chu Li.
Deng Yue suddenly became dizzy, staggered, grabbed the handrail of the stairs, tried his best to steady himself, and shook his head.
Chu Li snorted, waved his long sleeve, rolled up Deng Yue and threw him out.
Deng Yue flew out and fell far away.
The soft and beautiful woman also floated down in front of Chu Li, waving her sleeves, holding a bright dagger in her white jade hand, and pierced Chu Li's chest head on.
Chu Li stretched out his hand and pressed her chest gently, sighing: "What a Butian Tower!"
His palm came first, ignoring the soft woman's dodge and the sharp stab of the dagger, and pressed firmly on her tall chest, a silver needle had already been inserted into it.