Chapter 155: Destined

The Qingyan Taoist pulled the sword in his chest from the opponent's chest, brought a bright red, shook his hands, and the blood on the sword was completely gone. With a sound, the sword was inserted into the scabbard behind him, and the body in front of him was slowly Instead, his eyes were wide open, his eyes still kept the look of fear of the sword in his lifetime.
The sound of clothes swelled around him, He Qingzhu and Tie Qingshi flew to.
"Second Brother, a total of fifty-two thieves, all of them awarded." Tie Qingshi said Shen Sheng.
The Qingyan Taoist shook his head helplessly and said, "I didn't expect that this" purple scarf "had even arranged so many thieves here. At the critical moment, it blocked our pursuit ... There are more than 2,000 thieves. , These good hands brought this time are definitely more than just these people in front of me, I do n’t know how the big brothers and the third big brothers are doing ...

The voices of the people in Qingyan Road just came down, whirring ...
Three figures came suddenly, headed by Lu Qing, with a strong face and silence. Looking back, Chen Qingsong shrugged helplessly, but Fang Yuanshan, the head of the "Distant Mountain Dart Bureau" who followed him all the way, gave a fist and gave a smile.
The Qingyan Taoist sighed, and it seemed that his own pursuit was dead.
"Brother, what shall we do next?"
"What to do?" Lu Qingzheng and Fang Zheng's solemn face slayed with anger, "Huo Dong's old man and his team made people chase and kill them, but now they don't know where they are, whether they are life or death. ; And the people in the demons we dealt with chased and chased, without knowing where they were ... Beladon went to Yanxifei, you came to ask me, who do I ask? "
The Qingyan Taoist rolled his eyes. Martyrdom: The master hasn't done it. Temper came up. Now like a donkey, whoever comes forward will be a bitch. At this time, the Fourth Division sister can surrender him. Don't touch the mold yourself.
"In today's situation, the enemy's whereabouts are missing, and the friend's whereabouts are unknown. Instead of stopping, it's better to stop for a while. Inquire about it later," He Qingzhu, who has always been calm, said at this time.
"what do you mean?"
"We chased all the way straight to the southeast of Yunzhou. The nearest county town is only one day away, and Jingnan city is only two days away. Why not enter the city to check the news and make the next decision?"
Several heads of Qingyunguan, together with Fang Yuanshan, pursued the fleeing "purple robbers" for several days. I did not expect that the other party did not return to Kunwu Mountain, but fled all the way to the southeast. This was unexpected. Not even expecting the other party to lay the responder early in this direction, and eventually let the other party escape the hunt. Nowhere.
"Let's go to Jingnan City-" Lu Qingzheng said sternly: "In the past few days, we encountered several waves of Wulin fellows who went to Jingnan City to participate in the" hero feast "of that shit, which we were supposed to deal with behind the scenes The black hand is Chong Xuanhu's puppet. This time, we just happened to meet the "Zhennan Grand General" and see how abnormal things can collude with the magic gate ... "
Everyone looked at each other. This master was caught up with the magic gate in his life, and he could not kill the people in the magic gate, so he went to the trouble of other people related to the magic gate.
No wonder there is a life and death vengeance between the Master and the Demon Gate.
The senior brother decided to go to Jingnan City. Several senior brothers would naturally not object, but this time there is no need to let Fang Yuanshan follow the adventure. The Qingyan Taoist turned around, smiled sorry, just about to speak, but saw Fang Yuanshan smiling and waving. , Said: "The director of Qingyan Road has nothing to say. Just because my Yuanshan dart board has a place in Jingnan City, let Yuanshan be a return road. Please ask some road leaders to look at the scenery of Jingnan City. Fangmou I also want to see what kind of character the general is, and I have ignored the lives of the people in Yunzhou ... "
In the past few days, Fang Yuanshan cast his ground on the five bodies admired by the infamous Qingyunguan Taoist priests. He originally thought that he was on a par with them. However, he did not expect that when he confronted the enemy, he would be taken care of by others. When Fang Yuanshan was shocked, he confirmed that he would have a good intention with the other party.
Hahaha ...
Everyone laughed together.
"Our little brother is traveling for the first time this time, and the destination is also Jingnan City. I don't know if he is still in the city at this time. If so, you and my brother can meet in the city ..." Chen Qingsong rubbed his chin and smiled. Saying intentionally.
"Impossible—" Tie Qingshi cried out loudly, "what time is it? The boy must have left Jingnan City long ago. By time, I'm afraid I have returned to the view at this time."
"Well, the young master is mature and has always behaved steadily. At this moment, Yunzhou is turbulent, and the young master will not stay long when he first enters the rivers and lakes. I do n’t need to worry about it ... From this point, the young master ’s behavior is better than someone Too much. "Lu Qingzheng said while glaring at someone.
The Qingyan Taoist shuddered, his heart secretly wondering: It ’s true that the young master and brother are mature, but where is the conclusion of this steady behavior? You haven't seen him in any way. The key thing is that I gave him a bag ...
The Qingyan Taoist who was aggrieved in a stomach, sighed to the sky: Dear young master, where are you tmd now?
"Ahhhh-here I am ..."
Ye Qingxuan responded to Jiang Shuihan outside the room, and at the same time sneezed a lot, rubbed his nose, and secretly wondered which was scolding himself.
Yesterday from 3 pm, I drank with everyone, and until 4 am today, the hangover all night made Ye Qingxuan's head no different from a shot put.
Yun Zhu first came in with a large bowl of sober soup, Ye Qingxuan mumbled and drank, and relieved his dryness all night. Then I brushed my teeth with salt, rinse my mouth with water, and put a hot towel on my face.
With a comfortable moan, Ye Qingxuan finally remembered that he was still alive.
Jiang Shuihan said with a smile: "Brother drank a lot last night ..."
"Yeah, it's not easy to live alive today even with the wild man from Mo Yeli, the savage, who is a three-tan girl ..." Ye Qingxuan replied while looking at the sore head.
"I brought the things ..." Jiang Shuihan called out, and when Wu Hao came in, spraying a huge wooden box, placed respectfully on the table, and retreated.
Ye Qingxuan looked shocked and came with a glass of wine. When he saw that Jiang Shuihan actually used the piano case to pack yesterday's harvest, he knew that it was deliberately covering people's eyes. There must be something good in it, so he asked softly. "Is there a good product?"
Jiang Shuihan nodded.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't wait to play the piano case, which was full of mess.
The first thing that caught my eye was the weapon of the sackcloth, the mourning wand, the four-foot mourning wand, which was extremely heavy to handle, weighing hundreds of pounds, showing that the materials used to make this weapon were extraordinary.
A beautiful face with a scumming face smiled and said, "There isn't much on that hemp, but there is everything on the obese idiot. It seems that he is afraid of someone stealing his stuff. Everything is on his body. ... "
Ye Qingxuan picked up the crying mourning stick and waved at will, the heavy weapons brought the sound of whirring, but the ghost howling when it was originally used did not appear.
Huh? How could it not make that kind of ghost howl?
This mourning stick, even if it is of good material, is not unusual, but the ghost whistling sound that it brings when it is waving is a little interesting. The sound is disturbing and trembling when it is waving. It is quite scary. For clever design.
This mourning stick must have a weird design, which can stimulate the ghost howling that disturbs the eardrums at the same time when the qi bursts out, but I didn't expect to try it, but there was no sound ...
Ye Qingxuan waved again unexpectedly, except for the sound of breaking air, there was no sound.
If you look closely, there are three tricks on the top of the stick, which are really for vocalization, but why do you not make a sound yourself?
When Jiang Shuihan saw Ye Qingxuan frown, he quickly explained: "Brother, this weapon is not vocal when it breaks through the air, but it is inspired by the spirit. Try to instill it ..."
Ye Qingxuan was very surprised, and the internal force was turned into the weapon.
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A harsh howling sounded!
Ye Qingxuan only felt that when his internal force reached the positions of the three pits, the qi seemed to have found a vent, and sprayed out along the three pits. The mourning stick immediately gave out the sound of ghost howling, and was not prepared. Next, the three were almost broken through the eardrums, holding their heads and exhaling headaches.
That's the sound.
At that time, when the weird man attacked, the weapon made a similar sound.
After Ye Qingxuan returned to normal, he tried again many times, and finally found that the ghost howling made by the weapon is controllable. Not only can he control the volume, but also the hole from which the sound is emitted, because the pronunciation of each trick hole is not Similarly, if properly controlled, several different sounds can even be used to form specific sound fragments ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Ye Qingxuan almost combined in an instant to create a sound fragment similar to a weird laughter. Thinking of the use of ghosts in the line of ghosts to distract others, this weapon did not play its role.
Ye Qingxuan is naturally not very interested in holding a crying mourning stick as a weapon. This thing is frustrating to look at, but the design of the trick point is worth learning from. He is good at "sonic wave power". If he himself casts his own sword, he must Place this design on your own sword.
After understanding its principle, improvement is still necessary. Ghost howl? Alas, that ’s too lacking in aesthetics, and it does n’t quite fit my own
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Putting down the mourning stick in his hand, Ye Qingxuan focused his attention on the other pieces, two identical black "Magic Star Cards", with "Earth Yin Star" and "Earth Madness Star" engraved on the back, "One Hundred Eight Eight" "Magic star", of which "Earth star" seventy-two, now two of them died in their own hands, the other died in the hands of Yunzhu, or the power of my Qingyunguan ...
[Taiyi Xuanyuan Ningyu Gong] from the Kunwu School was born to be able to restrain the evil cult methods of the evil religion, and his party seemed to be inconsistent with the evil forces ... Is n’t Heaven doomed to our disability? Can't we cut the demon and get rid of it? (To be continued ...)