Chapter 570

Yu Feiyan didn't say a word, but waved his hand, and the dozen or so mid-level wizards behind him immediately began to practice. They could only hear words muttering in their mouths, those ancient and strange incantations, which were continuously cast by them. It floated out of the mouth, quickly scattered in the air, and gradually entered people's brains.

Feng Jiutian frowned. When he came here, his father told him to be careful. He himself knew that Nanyue was always good at witchcraft, and when those wizards in black robes showed up, he gave an order to let Everyone plugged their ears with cotton, but the cotton would always be penetrated, so when the enemy wizard's effect was fully activated, Feng Jiutian obviously felt dizzy for a while.

"Xiao Jiu, don't listen to what they are saying!" Changsun Wuhuan jumped off the horse neatly, and ten other elders in white clothes and white robes jumped off with him, "Play in front of me!" Witchcraft is simply courting death."

Changsun Wuhuan smiled slowly: "Is that the saint of Nanyue? Presumably, she doesn't like her very much, right?" She has always had inexplicable hostility towards this kind of woman who doesn't agree with her heart, even though she spends a lot of time with her. , but Feng Qiye may behave at some times, but he can predict a thing or two.

He is the master of the Muggle class, and his teaching content includes figuring out people's psychology and deducing various possible situations.

As soon as the ten white-clothed old men appeared, Yu Feiyan's face immediately changed. Only high-level wizards are eligible to wear pure white wizard clothes!But today's South Vietnam has no high-ranking wizards at all!So where did these high-level wizards come from?who are they?Are they South Vietnamese?Why are they hostile to South Vietnam?

Before Yu Feiyan's various thoughts were turned halfway, the dozen or so mid-level wizards were all defeated, and in turn, their minds were controlled by ten old men in white clothes.

"Where is Prince Anding?"

Changsun Wuhuan stared closely at one of the wizards and asked, the wizard's eyes were full of confusion, "An Ding, lord? I, I have never, never seen it."

"Where is Feng Qiye? Where is Dongfang Chunliang? Where is the famous building?!"

One question after another was thrown out non-stop, but all the wizards didn't know what to ask. After asking more than a dozen questions, Changsun Wuhuan had confirmed that they had indeed never met Feng Qiye and the others.

Waving his hand, the old man in white retreated back, Changsun Wuhuan stepped forward, his figure was empty, people only felt a blur in front of them, and when they took a closer look, Changsun Wuhuan had quietly passed through the gap between the two. The shield between the two sides grabbed Yu Feiyan's neck fiercely.

"Where are they?"

Feng Jiutian waved his hand, and everyone behind him jumped off their horses. In front of this powerful team, the guards in the mansion were not even qualified to make a single move. They didn't even have time to hum, and died in this battle. , I don't know the so-called, in the sudden disaster.

But Yu Feiyan's expression did not change, even though there was no one around to rely on, even if her neck might be cut off by Changsun Wuhuan's big hand in the next second, she smiled gently: " You can kill me as much as you want, but I guarantee that after you kill me, you will never see any of them again in this lifetime!"

Changsun Wuhuan let go, and Feng Jiutian slapped her several times when she came up: "Don't play tricks in front of me, if you tell a lie, I will definitely make you look completely different!"

(End of this chapter)

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