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Chapter 255 Fatal Information Difference (1\2)

Pharmacist Valley Neigu.

This place is different from the layout style of Waigu. There are no pavilions and pavilions, and there is no place for performing martial arts. It is only at the highest point of this mountain range that the eight sceneries of Fufeng come out from here.

Endless clouds flow from the top of the mountain, almost endlessly, people in it, it can be said that one step changes one scene, and one step changes the scene, just like traveling in Yuxu Immortal Palace, even a martial arts master can only see it with his eyesight Within tens of meters, if you want to see thousands of meters away as in the past, it is absolutely impossible.

Meditating here can calm your mind and prosperity, and you can knock your heart inwardly.

The kind-faced Great Elder handed a letter to the green-robed altar master, and said respectfully:
"My lord, those two people have already arrived in the other courtyard at the foot of the mountain."

"The disciples in the sect are leading them up to the top of the mountain."

The old man in green robe nodded casually, glanced at him, and said lightly:
"This Fufengyunhai can be regarded as a spiritual place, and with a secret treasure in my Four Elephant Pavilion, it can already block the functions of many strange treasures."

"Even if that disciple of yours has some backhands, he can't make much trouble."

The Great Elder cupped his hands and said with a smile:
"My subordinates thank the altar lord for the treasure."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and he said again:

"However, the man is vicious and vicious by nature, and his subordinates are still a little worried."

"If there is any abnormality at that time, please ask the altar master to help."

After saying that, he took out a wooden box from his sleeve with a red blood dragon pattern on it, put it gently on the table next to him, and said:
"Speaking of which, my subordinate once got a strange medicine, but I didn't know its function until now. The altar master's martial arts are profound and unfathomable, and his knowledge is superb, which is beyond the reach of this subordinate. I want to recognize this thing..."

The green-robed old man raised his right hand, stroked the wooden box in his hand, his face became a little calmer, and said:

"Don't worry... since you are my Sixiang's subordinate."

"Old man, I will keep you safe."

At this moment, a strange medicinal fragrance wafted from a distance, the smell was extremely clear, the Great Elder's expression changed slightly, and he only smiled and said:

"It's already here."

"I also invite the altar master to watch a good show here first."

After saying and doing a salute, he turned and left. After walking about dozens of steps, he came to a futon, sat down cross-legged, and seemed to be retreating, with a kind expression on his face. Smiling, the direction he came from behind him was completely covered by thick clouds and mist, and he couldn't see his original appearance at all.

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From here down hundreds of meters.

Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang were being lured by a middle-aged man into the sea of ​​clouds.

In the cloud and mist, there were extremely weak fluctuations in nine directions.

This wave swept across the sea of ​​clouds in an instant.

Then it returned to calm.

In Shaolin Temple.

The expressions of Yuan Ci and the others who were looking at "Tian Wen Fragments" all changed slightly. At this moment, they realized that their perception of the outside world was suppressed to almost nothing, and it was still weakening rapidly.

Mr. Ying frowned slightly, relying on the Buddhist beads in Wang Anfeng's hand, he spread his perception.

Just now I realized the peculiarity of this sea of ​​clouds itself, the Buddhist beads on Wang Anfeng's wrists were already covered by extremely thick clouds, as if the original transparent windows were covered with a black layer, even if several people in Yuanci were all martial arts Transcendence must also be communicated with the inside and outside of the two worlds only through the Buddha beads themselves. At this time, the vision is blocked, and it is impossible to perceive the outside world.

The scribe snorted coldly, because the Buddhist beads were affected by the outside world, and his face was slightly unhappy, but he didn't show any anger, he just said coldly:
"It's nothing, it's just that he walked into a spiritual place or something."

"The 'door' that communicates with the inside and outside is temporarily covered, so you can't see it..."

Wu Changqing suddenly nodded, and responded with a smile:

"It is indeed possible for this kind of thing to happen in this place where the bell is alive."

"Thinking back when my Medicine King Valley was located, there were all kinds of abnormalities, and it was because of this that various medicinal materials could grow."

His voice paused slightly, his smile subsided, and he sighed again:

"However, An Feng may have to suffer a bit this time."

Wang Anfeng also told them about this case.

From the clues he said, Wu Changqing and others have seen that there must be something tricky here.

They were all people who had survived many times in the rivers and lakes. If they were in the place where Wang Anfeng was, they would definitely be able to see clues and infer more things.

But at this moment, what they knew was limited to what Wang Anfeng had touched.

And they themselves didn't want Wang Anfeng to become a puppet-like existence, nor did they let Wang Anfeng investigate things according to their ideas.Therefore, although they have seen more things than Wang Anfeng now, they are like blind men touching an elephant. They never thought that before this, they would be stepping into an abyss, a wrong step, and a dead end.

At the moment, Wu Changqing just sighed:

"However, it's time to let him fall..."

"He is excellent, but he is still a child, but if he wants to walk on the rivers and lakes."

"He can't always be a kid."

The scribe didn't say much, Yuan Ci closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, seemingly not worried, but Hong Luoyu rolled his eyes wildly, saying:

"Old medicine jar, I said you are afraid of chicken feathers!"

"That kid was taught by us... Now, the weak chicken is a little weak, and every muscle is a little weak, but at least there is that little girl next to him."

"With that girl's video, it's absolutely no problem to take the little lunatic to escape in this small scene where at most a few middle-rank warriors are fighting."

"A bunch of rotten cucumbers, stinky leeks, crooked melons and cracked dates, there's a fart for it!"

"So, are you worried?!"

Hong Luoyu smacked his mouth, shook his head regretfully, and said again:
"It's just a pity, such a person, why would there be no masters like guards around... Otherwise, this round will be stable..."

Wu Changqing was almost laughed at by his dissatisfied appearance, and shook his head repeatedly.

Hong Luoyu turned her eyes slightly, looked at Mr. Ying, and suddenly said:
"By the way, I have a question. I don't know if I should talk about it or not."

The scribe glanced at him and said indifferently:
"Hold on."

Hong Luoyu had a thick skin, as if he had never heard the words of the scribes, he just laughed and asked to himself:
"The one whose surname is Ying, that girl Xue and the little lunatic are both at the lower third rank, and their internal strength is only one rank lower."

"What do you think, if it's true, how many tricks can the little madman do under her hands?"

The scribe's face was slightly cold, and he was too lazy to answer. Hong Luoyu waited for a long time, but he couldn't get an answer, and he couldn't see the scribe's annoyed expression. lying in the air.

But at this moment, Yuan Ci, Hong Luoyu, Wu Changqing, and the cold-faced Mr. Ying all came to the same conclusion in their hearts at the same time.

... a half move.

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Under the clouds and mist, Xue Qinshuang raised her face.

The face is plain, and the brown pupils are slightly shining.

He was dressed in a red shirt and white clothes, not as a romantic young man as in the past, but rather heroic, with white jade hanging from his waist, but he never carried the folding fan that never left his body.

Like Wang Anfeng, he carried a long sword with sheath on his back.

The sword tassel hangs over the shoulder.

PS: The first update...

Then, as mentioned in the article, the masters couldn't see it because of the problem of poor information. Without enough clues, no matter how good the eyes are, they will be blind.

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