The individual strength of the True Dragon Nine Sons is not much worse than that of Xie Bangui, and some of them are even better. It is not difficult to track each other. However, the cloud-filled plank road in Hidden Cloud Pavilion really makes it difficult for them to exert their full strength.

Suan Ni, whose qinggong was slightly inferior, carefully tested the rotten plank road under his feet while complaining in a low voice: "Boss, why don't we just follow them and catch up? Why do we have to walk behind them?"

Yuan Bo, who was supporting Mei'er, glared at her: "Xie Bangui doesn't want to conflict with me head-on, so do we have to challenge each other's bottom line? We..."

Yuan Bo suddenly stopped in the middle of his words, staring directly at the mushrooms on the guardrail of the plank road, and froze in place.

Logically speaking, it is normal for one or two bunches of mushrooms to grow in such a humid and uncared-for place. But who has ever seen human-head-shaped fungi? Mushrooms of various sizes appeared in front of Yuan Bo's eyes.

All the way to the depths of the plank road, on the spherical cap

It not only has a layer of fine black hair but also has facial features. At first glance, it looks like someone used a pen to paint a face of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy on the mushroom. The longer you stare at the mushroom, the more it feels like it has been shaved.

A severed head after losing its hair.

Yuan Bo slowly stretched out his weapon and stabbed the nearest mushroom twice. The human head-shaped cap immediately fell from the wooden railing of the plank road and broke into several pieces in front of Yuan Bo's feet.

Looking at the pile of white flesh-like shredded fungi in front of his feet, Yuan Bo breathed a sigh of relief. At least this kind of mushroom was not as scary as he imagined: "Let's go!"

Just as the True Dragon Nine Sons were about to start, there was a loud noise under their feet, and the plank road more than ten feet long collapsed under their feet. The helpless True Dragon Nine Sons actually flew up by relying on the last support of the plank road.

He grabbed the rock wall next to him and hung in the air like a gecko.

Before they could move, they saw Xie Bangui squatting on the remains of the plank road in the distance and jokingly saying with a half-smile: "Are the Nine True Dragon Sons in a good mood? You must be hanging on the rock wall admiring the scenery of the water and mountains in the middle of the night.

Does it have a different flavor?"

Suan Ni, who has always had a bad temper, immediately stretched out his hand to point his halberd at Bangui and shouted angrily: "Did you collapse the plank road?"

"I'm not in the mood. If you like to see the scenery, just continue! I'll find a place to rest first." Xie Bangui clapped his hands, stood up and walked away.

Yuan Bo glanced at the other party coldly, and then comforted the trembling Meier in a low voice: "Meier, don't be afraid, my senior brother is here..."

Meier buried her head in Yuan Bo's arms and trembled: "That...that man has no legs...he is a ghost...a ghost..."

After Yuan Bo shuddered, he said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, he is just pretending to be a ghost. If an innate master wants to hide his feet in the clouds and mist, walking in the void is not difficult."

"Well, ah -" Mei'er, who felt at ease, just raised her head, and saw Xie Bangui hiding behind the rock with only half of his face exposed from a distance. He smiled strangely at himself and then disappeared in a flash.

I screamed out of fright and couldn't stop my tears from flowing down.

After Suan Ni, who was closest to Yuan Bo, asked about the situation, he couldn't help but cursed: "What kind of martial arts master knows how to scare girls? When I see it, I have to skin him."

"Don't be impulsive. No one is allowed to attack Xie Bangui without my order." While scolding Yuan Bo in a low voice, he carried Meier across the sky for a few feet and landed firmly on the plank road, chasing Xie Bangui.

Go down.

Not long after, Yuan Bo saw Xie Bangui building a bonfire in the main hall of Hidden Cloud Pavilion. Since the two parties had already met, there was no need to hide it anymore. Yuan Bo simply went to the edge of the fire and said to Xie Bangui.

Gui cupped his hands and said, "It's quite cold in Zangyun Pavilion, and I haven't brought any wine with me. I wonder if I can ask Mr. Xie for a drink?"

Xie Bangui handed over the wine gourd and said with a pun: "My wine is too strong, I'm afraid Brother Yuan won't be able to drink it."

"There is no wine in the world that our Nine True Dragon Sons cannot drink!" After Yuan Bo poured a sip of strong wine into his mouth, he turned his attention to Zhu Yuze who was lying in Ming Qingxue's arms: "That friend of Mr. Xie's

, you seem to be feeling a little unwell?"

Xie Bangui said calmly: "I just feel the cold."

"I happen to know the art of Qi Huang, why don't you feel the pulse for this friend!" Yuan Bo didn't move his legs and feet, but he wiped the ground and quickly slid to Zhu Yuze's side for a few feet, and struck at the opponent's pulse gate like lightning.

"Brother Yuan is worthy of being called Chi Kiss. ​​His ability to transform and change places is astonishing." Xie Bangui's speed was not much slower than Yuan Bo's. Before Yuan Bo's palm could touch Zhu Yuze's sleeves, Xie Bangui was caught by Xie Bangui.

Stopped midway.

"I'm so kind to help you, why would Mr. Xie reject you thousands of miles away?" As Yuan Bo spoke, he had already blocked Xie Bangui more than twenty times with one palm, and the two palms crackled in the air like firecrackers.

There was a lot of noise, but no one could take another step forward.

After Xie Bangui flicked the opponent's palm away, he said coldly: "My friend has a history of mysophobia and doesn't like anyone to touch him."

"I'm being presumptuous!" Yuan Bo calmly returned to his place, only to see a half-foot-square piece of rice paper placed next to the fire.

On the paper, a lifelike Bixi was drawn with blood-red ink. According to legend, Bixi was able to carry tens of thousands of pounds and resembled a giant tortoise. The tortoise shell on its back was thrown aside, and the muscles and bones on its bloody back were exposed. A head.

It hangs softly on the body, as if it has been dead for a long time. In the lower right corner of the blood painting are written four bright red characters: "Bi Xi Wu Jia."

Yuan Bo held up the blood painting and said coldly: "Is this something Mr. Xie left behind?"

Xie Bangui said calmly: "Xie can't draw."

"Not the best!" Yuan Bo threw the painting into the fire: "I won't disturb Mr. Xie's rest."

The two groups were clearly divided into two groups with the fire in the middle of the hall as a boundary, and they rested separately. Only Meier couldn't sleep, and her head kept repeating "Xie Bangui's legs lifted off the ground and walked into the clouds during the day"

situation.

It's not that she has never seen martial arts masters walking on the air, but there is absolutely no way someone would walk so weirdly, unless his so-called feet didn't exist at all.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't. She simply sat up and looked at Xie Bangui's feet across the fire. However, the first thing she saw was the paper ashes dancing in the fire.

Pieces of paper ashes floated out from the fire, dancing in the air with unburned firelight. The scene was like the unburned paper in front of the grave being flicked up into the air with a bamboo pole.

Gradually, countless pieces of paper ashes joined together in the air. It looked like someone was holding two corners and lighting the yellow paper in the air, rolling up the fire shadow from bottom to top. When the fire burned out, the gray ashes returned.

It turned into a blood painting again. The painting still looked like a tortoise with its shell removed.
Chapter completed!