Void Transformation

With a bang, the door panel was torn apart, turned into hundreds of fragments and flew in all directions, and flew straight towards the two camps of the Fenyiren and the Maskman. When the two leaders saw this, they each showed good Internal Energy, and the energy swayed between the fists, and the flying sawdust was shaken away.

But just after the two of them did all this, they all saw the blue-shirted ghost face man appearing in the center of the field, and at the same time saw the weird long sword in his hand.

Neither side recognized the person holding the sword, nor did they recognize the sword in his hand, but at this moment no one came forward to stop him from drawing the sword, just because he felt a sense of crisis in this person, and no one wanted it. Take the initiative first to meet the other party's anger.

"The guest officer, you..."

Under the stalemate, the blue-shirted ghost face man slowly unsheathed the sword, but the two parties seemed to be shocked by it at this moment. Upon seeing this, the shopkeeper on the side had a bad premonition inexplicably, and at this time he could only bite the bullet and speak.

It's just that his words have only come to this point, and he saw the blue-shirted ghost-faced man slowly turning his head and looking at him, and immediately let him swallow his next words, even his brain was empty, and he didn't know what words he wanted to use. , To stop the person in front of you.

One point, three points, seven points...

As the long sword is continuously unsheathed, the surrounding air seems to be continuously cooling down, but this cooling is actually not Internal Energy or magical actions, which are more of the pure psychological effects of the people. But what everyone can foresee at this time is that when this sword is completely unsheathed, something bad will definitely happen.

"Brother Ghost!"

At this moment, a soft cry suddenly sounded from the second floor, but everyone on the first floor had no intention of paying attention. But The next moment, the sword that made everyone fearful, stopped unscathing, and the person holding the sword slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Everyone on the first floor realized that it was the whisper that had just stopped everything, and immediately looked upstairs, but saw a man in a black robe who couldn’t see his facial features, and his heart had just been Panasonic. With a sigh of relief, he raised it again at this time.

"In extraordinary times, the overall situation should be the most important thing."

Xiaofeng had just reached the stairs on the second floor, and he knew that he could cover the blue-shirted ghost-faced man. The reason why he did not immediately stop it was because he found that the blue-shirted ghost-faced man seemed to be abnormal. It's just that this kind of anomaly is not controlled by something or an abnormal emotion out of control, but the aura on his body seems to be blending with the Sword Qi on the sword in his hand.

Xiao Feng does not understand martial arts, nor does he understand the mysteriousness of the Divine Armament on the Eastern Continent, but he knows that this phenomenon is not necessarily a bad thing for the blue-shirted ghost-faced man, so he has been watching and silent. .

But for some reason, just when the other party was about to pull out the evil sword completely, a premonition of crisis flashed in his heart, so he almost subconsciously opened this sentence. It's just that he didn't even think that the other party would really listen to Own's words, and stopped the sword.So he went on to say:

"What's more, we have a special identity. It would be a problem if it attracts people from the Zhuge family."

Hearing the words, the blue-shirted ghost-faced man slowly turned his head and scanned the people on the first floor. Every time he saw people, although they had no fear on their faces, they felt a little uneasy in their hearts, as if When he was seriously injured and weak, he was stared at by a beast.

"Keng!"

However, at The next moment, with the sound of a sword cry, the sword in the hands of the blue-shirted ghost face man was completely pulled out by him. Xiaofeng frowned slightly when he saw this, and after a moment of thought, he was already sitting on the ground on the second floor.

When everyone on the first floor saw him pull out the sword, they immediately felt his body breath soaring, as if there was a Qi Deviation state. The heads of the masked man and the lion-clothed man stood up and took out their respective swords after themselves, but for some reason, the two were originally hostile to each other, but now the sword and the sword are standing still at both ends, but there is a faint cooperating trend.

But at this moment, the blue-shirted ghost face man suddenly spoke, and in front of everyone, he inserted the evil sword back into the scabbard. It was accurate and accurate for only a moment, and he said at the same time:

"A good sword, it really is a good sword!"

When the voice settled, the blue-shirted ghost-faced man walked to the stairs under the gaze of everyone on the first floor, and the little wind preparing to play the qin also retracted the guqin and stood up. Before he realized the blessing, he clearly saw that when the long sword was unsheathed, there was indeed a cloud of black gas that hit the blue-shirted ghost-faced man's head, but now that group of black gas had disappeared without a trace and turned into purple gas.

Although he didn't know exactly what happened just now, Xiaofeng knew that the ghost face man in the blue shirt was okay, but he knew even more that after his trouble, this place is no longer a long-term place, and the two of them should also leave.

Therefore, before the ghost face man went upstairs, he walked straight down the stairs. It’s just that it’s only natural for Xiaofeng to go downstairs, but it fell into the eyes of everyone on the first floor, but it became a heavy footstep. The sound it made knocked on the door of my heart.

It’s just how they know that Xiaofeng doesn’t know martial arts or Qinggong, so when they go downstairs naturally, they are not as quiet as they are. Too quiet, under the background of what happened before, this extremely normal sound of footsteps became a deadly straw.

"Who are you?!"

At this moment, a masked man standing near the entrance of the stairs suddenly uttered a loud voice. It's just that although his voice is loud, the solemn meaning in his heart is not difficult to be discovered by everyone. At this time, his voice is just to cover up the panic in his heart, so his voice is really loud.

It was so big that the ghost-faced man in blue shirt who had just passed by him but didn't even look at him, slowly turned around, the hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat and resounded in his ears:

"You mean me, or him?"

When the blue-shirted ghost-faced man spoke, he didn't actually have any emotions, and his wine seemed to be baptized by the breath when he just drew his sword, and he woke up for the most part. But his voice, coupled with the aura formed by his impression in the eyes of everyone now, these simple questions, but countless people smelled a dangerous aura.

The leader of the Masked Man and the leader of the Yinyiren, although they were accidentally shot by someone at first, they forgot that they and the others were numerous. But now, they sincerely don't want to have a relationship with the person in front of them, but who knows that at this time, one of the people in their camp has just got involved with the other party, and it is not a good relationship.

The leader of the Yin Yiren frowned slightly, as if thinking something in his heart, while the leader of the masked man raised his steps and walked towards the man with the ghost face in the blue shirt. But just when everyone thought he was going to take action and be the first person to take the plunge, they saw him suddenly bowed to the ghost-faced cupped fist, and then they said:

"Senior joked, my brother is ignorant, please let him go."

When the masked leader spoke, his posture was very low, and his words were fairly humble, but his tone was somewhat neither humble nor overbearing, not as if he was completely passive. The blue-shirted ghost-faced man glanced at the person, and paused for half a breath of time on his mask, but during this half-breath of effort, everyone's mind was tense.

In just half a breath, the masked leader had already moved seven times with the idea of ​​taking the first shot, but in the end he still did not choose to take a shot, but resisted. It's just that he will never know that the ghost face man in the blue shirt is not looking at him, but thinks his mask is interesting, and plans to buy one himself next time.

At the same time, Xiaofeng also walked down the stairs to the blue-shirted ghost face man. Seeing everyone looking at him, the old voice immediately spoke out:

"Brother Ghost, we should also leave."

As for the subconscious whisper before Xiaofeng, it has already been forgotten by everyone at this time, because most of the time, people only remember what they think is important, and as for that voice is old or young, naturally no one will go. care.

"Um."

The ghost face man in the blue shirt also knows that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, as long as it is prone to variables. Therefore, between the two turning around, they walked out the door, without even looking at the masked leader next to them, as if they were not worried that the other party would make a sneak attack.

It's just that the ghost face man in the blue shirt is confident, so he's not afraid, and Xiao Feng has seen through the other's mind, and he will definitely not make a move. Watching the two people leave, the masked leader sat back to his original position, but what no one knew was that a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead under the mask.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant was finally relieved to see the two people leaving, but then he thought of another possibility, worried that the leader of the Yinyiren would ridicule at this time, and then the two parties fought violently, so he showed an apologetic expression to the leader of the Yinyiren. Look.

But The next moment, the thing that made him puzzled, the leader of Yin Yiren did not notice his eyes, but at the same time he did not sneer, but sat quietly in his place. It seemed that at this moment he did not want to confront the leader of the masked man. , To take advantage of the tongue.

After a few breaths, the back chef suddenly poked his head out in the direction, and if Xiao Feng saw this person, there would be an accident in his heart. Because this person is not someone else, he is the disciple of his Shujian Villa, and is also one of the disciples who led his team down the mountain, the cook Kuangchengji, who was obsessed with cooking and had no intention of practicing martial arts.

"The shopkeeper, the meat and wine are ready, why don't you see someone come to fetch it?"A man dressed as a cook has now walked out of the back kitchen, but no one pays much attention to him at the moment for everyone who is not surprised. Only the shopkeeper was very surprised. He was surprised that the chef from Huangsha City did not go out of the door on weekdays, and would hardly leave the back kitchen. Why is it so abnormal today.

At the same time, the two men in the dress and the mask, where there is still interest in eating and drinking at this time, have to leave as they stand up, but the rules that both sides still understand, both throw out a bag of gold coins. Pay the bill.

And just as the two parties got up, the masked man who was under pressure seemed to burst out of pressure, and he murmured again:

"Where did the monster come from? It's a real evil."

Although the voice was small and helpless, it was too quiet. The Yinyiren who had been preparing to go out suddenly turned around to look at him, his expressions in no way of joy or anger. The masked leader didn't speak, but just stood in front of him, isolating the other person's gaze.

The two parties fell into silence again, and the treasurer's heart was suspended again. But at this moment, the sound of an urn sound rang again. It was the chef who was insignificant in their eyes:

"Oh, you said just those two people, I have cooked for them and I know who they are."

"who is it?"

Who are they? This question has been hidden in the hearts of everyone for a long time. No one asks, but it doesn't mean they are not curious. Now that someone knows who they are, it is natural for someone to subconsciously answer the conversation, and the chef continues to speak:

"The ghost-faced man with the sword is Ghost Sword Venerable, and the black-robed man who can't see his face is Nether Venerable. These two people are not from the Central Plains. Last time I followed the elders in the family and met them. "

As he spoke, the head of the mask man suddenly trembled, and his behavior was immediately seen by the man in the dress. At this moment, he thought of the sentence senior of him just now, and he knew that he had a foresight. It's just that they didn't know, and their reaction was also seen in the eyes of the chef.

But after he finished speaking, he slowly turned around and walked towards the back kitchen, leaving a sentence:

"It's a pity that my ingredients are out, hey..."

After that, he turned and left, and the people who remained did not petrify for too long, and walked toward the gate one after another. In the lobby on the first floor of the restaurant, between a few breaths, only the shopkeeper and the bartender were left looking at each other, but the shopkeeper seemed to have thought of something, and immediately walked in the direction of the back kitchen.

Only at this moment, on the street behind the restaurant, the talented chef has now changed into a plump clothes and disappeared into the crowd, and there is a smile on his face, and he muttered:

"Uncle Master, I can only help you get here."

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