"Back in Cang Qiong Mountain, the leader of the Demon Cult had no way to escape. With Senior Sword King and many masters around, he hated the sky and had no choice but to die, no matter how powerful he was.
But I didn't expect that this demon would have a unique magical skill. Legend has it that whoever can obtain this magical skill can be invincible in the world. Although the demon's body was seriously injured, he can still use this magical skill to escape from the siege.
And come out. From this we can see how powerful this magic skill is!"
"No matter how powerful this magical skill is, it disappeared along with the demon. What's the use of talking about it now? It's such a pity. I should have gone to Cangqiong Mountain to eliminate demons and defend the way."
"No! You are wrong. Although the devil has disappeared, there is still a way to obtain this magical power."
"What do you mean? Only the leader of the Demon Cult knows this magical skill in the world. How can you find him if he disappears?"
"Legend has it that this magical skill was not originally created by Hatred of Heaven, but was left behind by the Demon God tens of thousands of years ago. The reason why Demon Hater of Heaven obtained this magical skill is because he obtained the treasure map left by Demon God. As long as we
I also got the treasure map, then..."
In teahouses and restaurants in Jianghu, words like this are being repeated over and over again.
I don’t know since when, a rumor about the transformation technique performed by Ye Fan has been circulating in the world.
Legend has it that Ye Fan's ability actually came from the devil.
Because Ye Fan obtained the treasure map, he was able to master this unpredictable skill.
Although rumors are said to only be limited to the wise, there are countless people in the world who believe this rumor.
The reason is that Hentian didn't know this kind of skill in the past, and he didn't expect that he would suddenly be able to change.
Everyone was muttering in their hearts, and with Ye Fan adding fuel to the fire from behind, a huge storm was about to hit.
In the upper seat on the third floor of Meixiang Pavilion, it was as if the cold was freezing to the bone, and the tea in the cup had been cooling down for a long time.
Hua An was in a good mood. He closed his eyes, shook his legs and hummed a song. He didn't know how long it had passed, but he finally said with a chill to his bones:
"How many people know?"
Hua An said without changing his posture:
"Currently it's only in Lindong, but it won't be long before the whole world knows about it! Hahaha!"
"You don't want to live anymore!"
Cold to the bone, he gritted his teeth and said.
"Haha! Why don't I want to live? My life is precious, don't stare! Just give me the courage. Do you dare to kill me? Besides, didn't I come here to save you? You shouldn't be right.
The benefactor must also kill me!"
The oily Hua An narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Han was shaking in his bones, but he had to force himself to calm down, took a long breath, and then said:
"Master Hua! What do you think? How do you plan to save me? How do you plan to save my Han family?"
Hua An heard this, squinted his eyes and slowly stood up, flicked his sleeves, straightened his clothes, walked closer and said with a chill to his bones:
"I can't save your Han family. You also know that it's not just my Hua family's business now. The entire Lingdong family has already rushed to Han Family Valley."
"But I can still save you. You also know the status of my Hua family in Lingdong. As long as you..."
As he said this, Hua An grabbed Han Chegu's hand and woke up Han Chegu who was deep in thought. The disgust and anger flashed across his face, but his hands were not sloppy at all. He clicked out quickly, and Master Hua responded.
Fall to the ground.
"A thing looking for death!"
He spat harshly and glanced outside the door again. Through the door screen, two figures stood upright. They were Hua'an's guards.
Then he helped Hua An sit down on the chair, then went to open the door and said:
"Your young master is sleepy!"
The two guards looked at each other, feeling a little confused, but they didn't doubt he was there either.
When he entered the house and was about to invite Hua An to rest, Han Chegu, who had retreated to the door, suddenly made a move.
I saw his hands turned into claws, with frost looming on them, and he grabbed the necks of the two guards at once, and the guards returned to the underworld without even struggling.
There was a shelf next to the chair. On the shelf were antique artifacts whose authenticity was unknown. He dragged the two guards to the shelf, and then saw Han Chegu holding one of the vases with both hands and twisting it left and right.
With a soft sound, the shelf moved away, and it suddenly became clear that it was a secret passage. He held a corpse in one hand and threw it into the secret passage. Then he twisted the vase and the shelf returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
Under the dim moonlight, Wang Er quietly climbed into Meixiang Pavilion. He came to find Lin Yushi and persuade her to leave here.
The lobby on the first floor, the lounges on the second floor, and the upper floors on the third floor. In addition to the Meixiang Pavilion building being used as an office for the girls who usually work here, a courtyard was also specially built for employees to live in. It was the Meixiang Pavilion staff room that Wang Er climbed into.
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Speaking of the living conditions, we can also see that there are three small courtyards within a large courtyard, divided into three small courtyards, east, west and south. The south courtyard is directly opposite the gate. There are rockeries, small lakes, weeping willows and long pavilions in the courtyard.
Naturally, it's like Lin Yushi's, but the other two academies are much different.
Wang Er didn’t know! He went crazy when he entered the big courtyard. He didn’t care about cursing in the street and avoided the patrolling security guards. He pointed at three courtyards and muttered:
"Heaven is Lingling, Earth is Lingling, whoever I point to is the one!"
"Ha! It's you!"
Then we turned into the east courtyard.
There are also many rooms in the east courtyard. Looking at these densely packed rooms, Wang Er squatted on the ground in despair:
"Oh! Why is life so difficult!"
Just at this time, there was a person who was about to get up and go to the toilet. He was walking by the flower pond where Wang Er was hiding. Wang Er suddenly caught his wits and grabbed the unlucky guy. He was about to ask her which room Lin Yushi lived in?
Who knew that he forgot to cover the girl's mouth, and all he heard was a scream to the sky, and then "Help! There are gangsters!"
Before he finished speaking, the quiet and sleeping house seemed to be awakened. The lights were bright, the door was open, and a cry started to sound.
"Where?"
"What a courage!"
This scene was like poking a hornet's nest. Wang Er was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Looking at the cunning expression on the person he caught, what was he about to say?
There was a snap, and my feet hurt. I let go and covered my feet, but I heard: "The thief is here! Come on! Don't let him escape!"
Wang Er was so aggrieved that he burst into tears, but he was not allowed to think too much at this time. He thought that the days ahead were long, and the key was to leave quickly. He was about to run away! Suddenly, his eyesight went dark, and he didn't know anything anymore.
When he woke up, everything was unfamiliar. Not only was it unfamiliar, but it also felt alien.
Looking around, why does this place look so much like a prison cell?
Huh? It’s really a prison cell.
Wang Er was lying on a pile of thatch with his hands and feet shackled with iron chains, and the dark room exuded a suffocating musty smell.
Wang Er is from Ningdong. He is a butcher, but he likes Lin Yushi, the oiran of Meixiang Pavilion.
Last night, I was unbearably lonely, so I climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard of Meixiang Pavilion. Unexpectedly, hundreds of people in Meixiang Pavilion died that night.
And Wang Er naturally became a murderer.
At this moment, he was completely despairing and in great pain.
But he found that he was not the only one in the prison, there was also an old man who was meditating at the moment.
So Wang Er said: "Old man, I am really not a murderer!"
Ye Fan did not answer, yes, this old man is Ye Fan.
A few days ago, countless people gathered at Cangqiong Mountain, especially the Sword King.
Ye Fan and all the demon sect disciples couldn't stand it anymore, so they fled in all directions.
In order to escape smoothly and even preserve some of his men's strength, Ye Fan had no choice but to forcefully perform the art of change by consuming his body's potential again.
He used various means to help his subordinates and he barely escape.
However, due to the repeated use of energy and energy, his whole body immediately aged, his hair turned white and his skin was like pine bark.
The most important thing is that his physical condition is even worse.
Now the whole world is looking for him. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place, so he simply went directly to prison.
Here, he can practice uninterrupted twenty-four hours a day.
It's a pity that without the nourishment of precious medicinal materials, a month of practice now would be worse than a day of practice at Cang Qiong Mountain.