"He is a monk?"

Everyone's eyes flashed, and they saw Su Fu gently pressing Wang Batian's shoulder, which made him unable to move at all. Cold sweat flowed down Wang Batian's face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and those who knew him knew that he was not having some bad water in his heart, but was extremely afraid.

"The family's Lieyang Art cannot move at all. A mysterious force penetrated into his body, and there was no movement in the lower dantian. This person must be a cultivator above Yin Shen, otherwise it would be impossible to be so accurate. If his hand trembles, his dantian will be destroyed and his martial arts foundation will be invalid..."

"Let him go!"

Among the other two men and women who had not spoken, the pretty girl was cold and beautiful and scolded: "I am Lu Qingyu, Lu, Lu, you must know that my ancestors were founding fathers. As my identity, I can already be transferred to the Privy Council for worship. You are just a casual cultivator, even if your cultivation is not bad, you are not a cultivator in the worship. You will not be able to escape death by then. I advise you to let Brother Wang go."

Another man chuckled and said, "Of course, this ghost cultivator who has injured people will also be brought back to Lu Liang by us, and His Majesty will deal with it."

This person is called Fang Wenyuan, a member of the Fang family in Luliang City. He looks naked and coveted without any concealment.

The scholar Lin Yuze also came from Lu Liang. He looked like he was not concerned about his own affairs and chuckled and watched the show.

Su Fu seemed to have not heard of it and asked lightly: "I know that every house in the Summer Resort has a name and a surname. Do you know one of the manors called Qingcheng? You have a house in your name near this manor, the closer the better."

Wang Batian nodded with difficulty. Before he could speak, he yelled at Lu Qingyu: "You thief dare to ignore me. I want to see how much you have."

After his words, his long and soft hair was free from wind. He was in a palm shape with a light yellow luster flashing. His body was erect and he patted Su Fu's back.

The delicate girl burst into a thunderous shout, and she immediately persuaded the onlookers around her to cheer secretly. However, the next breath they suddenly became stunned and could not help themselves.

Zhao Yun's mood changed. He sensed that she took action, but he just stretched out his arms lightly, and the sleeves of the cotton coat quickly extended out a black breath, forming a fist-shaped shape in a blink of an eye, colliding with the girl.

The girl felt a strange aura suddenly attacking her body. She changed her complexion in the air, but she was not panicked. She suddenly took out a strange talisman from her arms with her left hand, and just twisted it gently, and a fire light attacked Zhao Yun.

The black aura that was stalemate with the girl suddenly wrapped the flames, making a sizzling sound, and soon swallowed the flames.

The girl's expression changed drastically. She quickly changed her sword fingers into a palm shape and slapped forward hard. A light yellow light hit the black light.

"Peng!"

There was a loud noise. Taking advantage of the shock, the girl pulled her palm violently, her face turned red again, but blood tide surged. As her body retreated rapidly, a mouthful of blood that could not be suppressed passed through the sky.

She still regressed repeatedly when she landed.

"Want to escape?"

Zhao Yun's face turned cold and his body floated, and then he reached her head. Regardless of her horrified face, he also slapped her head with a palm.

But seeing his palm suddenly overflowing with a large black aura, wrapping the girl's whole body. After about two or three breaths, Zhao Yun slowly withdrew his palm. All the black aura crawled back into Zhao Yun's body, and he also returned to his ordinary appearance.

The girl looked pale and looked at Zhao Yun dumbly, saying, "Master...What are you saying... to... "

"Demon...Demon man...Sescape quickly..."

At this moment, those who were watching from afar were frightened and fled here one after another. One of the martial artists rushed into the alleys and alleys, trembling hands, and were about to send out an exquisite iFlytek sword.

At this time, a black shadow fell from his head. A black cat with a black body squinting his eyes and smiling, saying to him: "If you do this, you will only let more people die. I advise you to let it go. You should know that my master hates trouble the most. I think he must have something to do when he comes to this city. If he delays it because of you, I am afraid that you will not be able to afford to be guilty."

The martial artist was trembling all over, and he was extremely afraid. However, the training he received since childhood made him sacrifice everything for his master's family, let alone his life.

He was about to grit his teeth and spread the flying sword out, but Jiuming sighed humanely and shook his head: "The master always said that he will not live up to his own sins. This is true that he will not deceive me."

He unfolded the illusion, and the martial artist saw his limbs suddenly split. The pain made him scream, and then he felt dizzy. The martial artist knew that it was too much blood loss.

The scream stopped for a while. If someone came here, he would see a corpse intact. He thought he was dead in the illusion of Nine Life, and he would really die.

In front of the restaurant in Tianshangcheng, the bright woman who seemed to be the boss of Tianshangcheng also fell to the ground in horror and slowly retreated towards Tianshangcheng. At this time, she had no choice but to care about her "charming", her "celebrity", and her "beauty".

Looking at her ugly appearance, Long Yinyao suddenly felt boring. She grew up in an environment where stars surround the moon since she was a child, and the Dragon King who spoiled her had almost never suffered any grievances.

Therefore, she naturally cannot understand the ugly behavior of mortals when facing death. Some mortals, even monks can do this.

The woman's charming appearance just now had completely disappeared. She thought to herself with self-deprecating words: "As I am, I will be annoyed by such human women. I will teach the Dragon Palace that I will be embarrassed..."

At this time, the scene was extremely chaotic, but she was reflecting on herself and reflecting on herself. Finally, she thought to herself with some anger: It was all caused by Su Fu, who told him to say that...this kind of words to me.

She put all the blame on Su Fu, and she found that she was much more relaxed.

The other four people surrounding Su Fu were also extremely difficult to see. They had always been above their heads and failed to observe Su Fu carefully.

When he looked closely, he saw that although this person was wearing only a very common moon-white long gown, he looked extremely handsome, and there was a sense of indifference between his eyebrows. Lang Xing's eyes were as deep as the abyss, and his black hair was long and tied with a straw rope in the middle. His hands were not very thick, and he could not move by gently pressing Wang Batian.

His fingers were clean and slender. If you look closely, you still felt a crystal clear and mellow feeling. When you extend this way, you will find that the exposed skin of this person has this feeling, as if it is no longer a physical body, but a carved jade, which is very mysterious.

At this time, Su Fu looked at the girl and was slightly surprised.

Zhao Yun walked slowly and said respectfully: "Lord, this woman is called Lu Qingyu, a member of the Lu family in Luliang City. I have taken her memory and learned that what she said is not false."

"However, this woman offended the lord first, and I don't know what to do to make it right. Please make an announcement."

Su Fu said in surprise: "Zilong, is it the magical part of the "Soul Flying the Sutra" just now? How can this girl call your master?"

Zhao Yun nodded and replied, "That's right, I have cleaned this goddess' soul with the Soul-Slide Sutra and carved it into my mark. In the future, she will only listen to my orders alone. Of course, the lord can do anything, and I can grant this authority to the lord."

"Oh? That's not necessary. No matter how prominent the identity is, it's just an ordinary person. I'm just curious. Can I still recover after receiving this method?"

Su Fu smiled, and after speaking, he suddenly realized that Zhao Yun was used to listening to his orders when he was asking in detail, so he would not remind himself. It seemed that being too obedient also had disadvantages.

"Forget it, let me say more in detail. Are you calling Wang Batian? Can you borrow a building from the neighboring house in Qingchengzhuang to me? Of course, if you agree, I will not care about your offense."

He turned to Wang Batian, but he felt helpless. He didn't want to make such a move. Who would have thought that these six people who are also well-known in the mundane world would cause trouble for him?

Wang Batian nodded honestly and replied in a low voice: "The house is just a trivial matter. Can the Immortal Prince let me go first?"

At this time, the four people around him were convinced that Su Fu was a monk, and from his conversation with Zhao Yun, this person did not take any of the six of them seriously, so this person's identity is worth considering.

They also thought: Could it be Jianzhai or Yuqing Sect?

It has to be said that as the best mortals of the younger generation, they are indeed very smart. From beginning to end, Su Fu did not take action, but just gently pressed Wang Batian.

Su Fu didn't know what they thought, and he didn't care. He let go of Wang Batian and said to them softly: "I pass through this city to do business. Except for him, you can go there. Take this girl away. In addition, you must remember not to mess with me again. I don't like trouble very much, so I often choose the most convenient way."

"Wang Batian, please lead the way."

After Su Fuyu finished speaking, he got on the carriage with his two girls. The black cat, who came back at some point, lazily lying on the roof of the carriage again, and the onlookers who were still not far away were still on the road.

Zhao Yun drove the car and followed Wang Batian slowly. However, when he walked, the girl called Lu Qingyu followed him tremblingly regardless of the obstacles, like a living zombie who was swearing to follow his master to the death.

Her pace was still trembling at the beginning, and gradually seemed to have mastered the tricks, becoming more and more normal. Until it disappeared from the eyes of everyone, her pace was no longer different from usual.

Lin Yuze, who was both from Lu Liang, and Fang Wenyuan and his two faces were pale and their hearts were also cold.

"Damn it! Qingyu was captured by them..."

Fang Wenyuan looked at Su Wenjie, the culprit, with resentment, and said coldly: "If she had a few things, I would probably not be very good at the end of it."
Chapter completed!