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Chapter 81 Meet the Landlord
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Yu Wenchang did this just to delay time. His purpose was not to kill me, but to kill Ye Qing.

One move after another, silver light flying everywhere.

"Yu Wenchang, you have been chattering here for so long, and you have made several feints without showing your true skills. Are you looking down on me, a doctor, and are you confident that I am no match for you?"

An Zhuyan shouted as he moved closer to the sea of ​​smoke and clouds, but the situation inside was still blurry, and not even his voice was revealed.

"I'm just chattering today to delay time. I think you can see it. It's not difficult to kill you, but you can't break the rules of Liuji Hall. If I kill you, Liuji Hall will definitely If someone fights for you, then I, as the leader of the hall, may not be able to convince the public."

"You are honest, aren't you afraid that I will tell other ministers these words?"

An Zhuyan threatened.

Yu Wenchang laughed loudly, and another 32 pieces of silk came out from his hand, which were still wrapped around the golden thread. The net between the two became bigger and denser, and finally they separated each other and no one could get close to the other.

"People who don't know think we are fishing in the water, which is really ungraceful. No more fishing."

An Zhuyan's "No fight" did not stop Yu Wenchang's offensive, but a ray of light suddenly emerged from the sea of ​​smoke.

An Zhuyan took the opportunity to take a look and saw Ye Qing lying in a pool of blood, while Pan Lang felt like he had nothing to do and was chipping away at the wood with his bare hands.

"I told you that you were not going to die soon, so I asked you to take medicine or not." An Zhuyan saw that Ye Qing was seriously injured and didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He pressed down hard on his right wrist and changed his moves repeatedly.

The silk threads were so tight that they all broke immediately, sending the thousand vein-generating small arrows on them back to Yu Wenchang.

Yu Wenchang didn't know that An Zhuyan would change his moves so suddenly, so he murmured, "Not good." He leaned sideways and dodged 190 of the pulse-generating arrows, then lowered himself to the ground and retreated. His movements were extremely embarrassing, but he dodged the direct attack. 570 eight silver needles shot out from the front.

"Yu Wenchang, you should be grateful that there is no poison in these small vein-generating arrows. Otherwise, if you were hit by a needle, you would have asked me to save you."

An Zhuyan knew very well that Yu Wen was arrogant and arrogant. Such a person would use provocations to disturb his plans and ridicule his mind at the gambling table.

The opponent remembers how many needles he shot, and Yu Wenchang himself remembers it correctly.They dodge and count, and finally leap up proudly. The grass on the mountain suddenly changes color.

Pan Lang also opened the sea of ​​smoke and applauded.

"Okay, the military advisor is very skilled. This good show is probably worth the price of this man's coffin."

After saying that, he lowered his head and peeled off a piece of bark and threw it next to Ye Qing.

White clouds rise from behind, and the sun comes towards you,

The majestic air roared.

An Zhuyan quickly put away his offensive, but it was too late. He shot an arrow with his pulse, shining brightly, and everyone who saw it was fascinated by its brilliance.

The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it;
The stars are brilliant, if they are out of it.

If the spirit and form are destroyed in this light, it will be like ascending to immortality.

An Zhuyan couldn't avoid it and was ready to take the arrow.

Since Yu Wenchang made this move, he naturally did not intend to save his life.

There are no five flavors in the wind,

It is difficult to find the five colors in the clouds,

There are five tones hidden deep in the eyes.

An Zhuyan closed his eyes, retracted his right hand, and raised his left hand.

Li is the eight poles, not yin and yang,
Like the shining of light, like the casting of shadow.

The body moves with the heart, the mind is calm and the body is empty.

Life and death were at stake. An Zhuyan wanted to defend himself against this arrow with all his strength, so he restrained himself.

But when he restrained his breath, he heard a long voice.Like the shining of light, like the casting of shadow.

The sound had no source. It seemed to come from the wind, the mountains, and the earth.

"That's right." An Zhuyan suddenly woke up, the wind whistling in his palm.

When the pulse-generating arrow was about to penetrate between the eyebrows, it instantly shattered into a vast expanse of stars.

Yu Wenchang was stunned and speechless for a moment, but was hurt by Ji Qi and spit out a mouthful of red blood.

There are actually people in the world who have mastered the "Nine Wild Silver Threads."

If there are still people in the world who have learned the disappearing "Nine Wild Silver Thread", Shengmai Arrow will have a nemesis.Although An Zhuyan's golden thread acupuncture can block the small Shengmai arrow, it is powerless against the Shengmai Slaying Demon Arrow, how could he suddenly use this trick of Jiuye Yinsi at the last moment.

Why exactly?Yu Wenchang was filled with resentment and wished he could grab An Zhuyan's neck and ask for details.An Zhuyan stood there with a blank look on his face, as if his face was mocking him for not knowing how high the sky was.

Pan Lang was on the sidelines and unintentionally became the person who stirred up trouble.

"Ah, the strategist is careless, the strategist is careless. Why don't you shoot all nine arrows, why are you so stingy in your attack? Wait until I sell a few more coffins to make you more generous, so that you won't be embarrassed like today.

It's embarrassing. "

"Shut up, you coffin seller."

Pan Lang was shocked and turned around boredly.

Yu Wenchang's eyes were red and swollen, and his blood was raging. He stretched out his right hand and walked forward quickly, heading straight for An Zhuyan's throat.

But when he came to An Zhuyan, he knelt down on the ground with a plop.My right hand was cold and numb, and I lost consciousness in an instant.He was proficient in pharmacology, and he knew that such symptoms must be poisoning.

Could it be that he was poisoned by the small arrow of Shengmai just now?

Impossible, the pulse-generating small arrow is not poisonous at all.And just now, he clearly bypassed all the silver needles.Not a single strand was left out.

The two looked at each other, and no one noticed that there was a person standing behind Pan Lang.A man in apricot-colored clothes, with a clear breeze and bright moonlight.

And Pan Lang's hand had already left the wood.There are only two possibilities for the coffin maker's hands to leave the wood. He is carrying the corpse, or he has become the corpse.

"Who are you?"

Yu Wenchang said angrily.

"This is Qixia Mountain, and I am naturally from Qixia Mountain."

"Are you the owner of Jingxiang Building?" Yu Wenchang stood up. Although he was unsteady, he could still hold on with his profound skills.

"You don't have to be brave. I don't think your friends at the bottom of the mountain will come up to help you for a while. I don't have any objection if you want to find someone to reminisce about the past, but if you want to find someone to reminisce about the past in Qixia Mountain, I can't just sit idly by."

Yu Wenchang already guessed who was standing in front of him.There is only one person on Qixia Mountain who can block his Shengmai Arrow and subdue Pan Lang in an instant.

I'm afraid there won't be more than two people in this world.

"My dear, Mr. Yuwen, I have taken the liberty to come to visit, firstly to reminisce about old times, and secondly, to visit the owner of the first building in the world."

"Qixia Mountain doesn't have the first building in the world. It only has the north and south veins, east and west mountains and forests, and a small building in the middle."

"Ye Xiaolou."

"General Yuwen, are you here to find Ye Xiaolou?"

Yu Wenchang suddenly changed from his previous proud and ferocious attitude, and said humbly: "I have already wanted to visit, but Qixia Mountain is very foggy. Today is bright and the mountains are green. I feel that the opportunity is rare, so I came uninvited. Please forgive me."

An Zhuyan had just recovered from his narrow escape and saw Yu Wenchang looking humble and polite.But Ye Xiaolou, who was clearly on the verge of death a few days ago, was standing behind Pan Lang unharmed at this moment.

(End of this chapter)