The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 403 Mukun Sect

As the white clouds drifted away, the blue sky was gradually stained with a touch of orange, and the green grass on the ground was also covered by this touch of orange.

Shen Qiaoyan had heard of this miraculous Mukun faction as early as the Kaiyuan Kingdom, "Is it the Mukun faction who created the 81 bone-crushing stick technique?"

The masked man nodded.

"It is said that the Mukun sect's bone-crushing stick technique is comparable to all the formations of cold weapons in the world. It is not only easy to learn, but also easy to kill people. It is very powerful!" Shen Qiaoyan was a little excited.

Although she has also been in the arena for many years, she didn't know much after all. She mostly learned about some mysterious sects from the old bustard, or read the book.

The masked man frowned slightly, turned to look at Shen Qiaoyan and asked coldly, "Do you want to learn?"

Shen Qiaoyan twitched the corners of her mouth, and shook her head, "I'm a girl, I don't have the style to play with a stick..."

"Oh?" The masked man raised his eyebrows, "It's no problem if you want to learn, my leader happens to be proficient in this bone-crushing stick technique."

Shen Qiaoyan raised her long eyelashes, and looked at the masked man in surprise.

Is this man omnipotent?

The masked man looked back at the reeds in front of him, his face under the mask was extremely cold.

"Leader, after what happened back then, the Mukun faction didn't have a good relationship with us. Should we take a detour, or..." One of the white-clothed men stepped forward and said to the masked man.

The masked man stared straight ahead with a pair of cold eyes, and did not speak.

Shen Qiaoyan could not help but frown as she smelled the increasingly strong smell of blood.

The situation ahead is probably not optimistic.

Shen Qiaoyan pursed her lips, and couldn't stop taking a step forward.

The masked man noticed Shen Qiaoyan's movements, turned his head and asked, "Why, do you want to come out of the rivers and lakes again?"

Shen Qiaoyan looked coldly at the reed that was taller than the head in front of him, paused, and sighed, "I don't know when I fell in love with meddling in other people's business."

The masked man raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips raised slightly, "Let's go!"

Hearing this, Shen Qiaoyan's long eyelashes trembled, and she turned her head to look at the afterglow of the sunset lightly plated on the silver mask of the masked man in a daze.

"Aren't you unhappy with the Mukun sect? You don't have to worry about me, I'll just go." Shen Qiaoyan said in a daze.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the masked man's silver hair orange, and he said, "This lord is just going to watch."

When Shen Qiaoyan heard it, a pair of long eyelashes drooped immediately, and she turned her head and flew into the reeds that were higher than the head.

The masked man watched Shen Qiaoyan's figure disappear in front of him, raised his eyes slightly, and followed Shen Qiaoyan into the reeds.

With the smell of blood in his nose, Shen Qiaoyan quickly found the source. In the depths of the green reeds, there was an ancient village with three characters "Mukunpai" written on it.

Shen Qiaoyan looked at the scattered corpses in front of the ancient village, and couldn't help but think in her mind that when the Yan Yan Palace was destroyed by Qiao Jin in the past, it was just like what she saw now.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the orange afterglow reflected the ground red, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or the setting sun.

Shen Qiaoyan's pupils trembled for a moment, and she glanced at the blood-stained silver sword on the ground from the corner of her eye. She picked up the silver sword without hesitation and ran into the ancient village.

As soon as entering the ancient village, there is blood dripping from swords and swords.

"Master, run away!"

Suddenly someone roared in the air.

Shen Qiaoyan frowned, but when she looked up, she saw a bruised man holding a blood-stained wooden stick, being forced back step by step.

"None of you can escape!"

(End of this chapter)