Dao Qiongcang raised the round table with his fingers and looked in the direction of the six head seats:

"Xi, Nian, it's your turn to take action."

"Search Changle Street. Be careful not to be noticed by others... Well, let's treat it as if it were a semi-saint. The main thing is to save your life."

Half Saint?

The enemy is a semi-saint?

The six leaders were all shocked.

But I thought that Xu Xiaoshou’s name had appeared before. He was not a half-saint, but better than... better than a half-sage!

Yu Zhiwen's veil moved, but he didn't speak yet.

Dao Qiongcang didn't squint his eyes: "The rest of us will stay put for the time being, don't try to frighten the enemy."

"Yes!" Everyone agreed in unison without questioning, and Yu Zhiwen also swallowed his subsequent words.

"Xu Xiaoshou is the Seven Swordsman, we should send more manpower, otherwise..." Xi pondered for a moment and chose to speak.

The enemy is not easy to deal with, he has studied it.

Wherever this holy slave appears, there will always be a big storm around him.

Maybe there is more than one half-saint this time, and if a saint emperor appears after checking, then it will be a big deal.

Dao Qiongcang did not respond, just looked at the young man and said calmly:

"Remember, you are now members of the Heavenly Group."

"As long as you are facing a saint slave, you only need to execute the order unconditionally without raising any questions."

"Otherwise, you come and take this seat."

The few people standing there immediately fell silent.

Xi was also frightened and vaguely understood something.

What I can think of, the Dao Palace Master can’t think of?

He thought about it, and still arranged it like this, which means that he was thinking about something beyond his imagination. How could he question it, dare to question it, and deserve to question it?

"Yes!" Xi nodded heavily.

"Go ahead, set off immediately and stay hidden." Dao Qiongcang waved his hand, and the two people below disappeared.

"Since it's Xu Xiaoshou, they can't find anything, and the traces just now have been wiped out. This is at least the semi-saint's action, and there is someone behind him." Ai Cangsheng saw Dao Qiongang's gaze and expressed his opinion helplessly.

"Yes, the location is Changle Street. Of course they can't find anything."

"Then let them go?"

"As long as there isn't, then there is." Dao Qiongcang smiled, "What's more, there is Yougui Pavilion on Changle Street."

Yougui Pavilion?

Yu Zhiwen secretly wrote down the name.

…

Liu Fuyu followed the scent that was almost submerged in the sea of ​​mortal pain and came to this antique attic.

She stopped and looked up to see the plaque of "Yougui Pavilion".

There was no one at the door, and there was a hole in the wall that was being repaired.

The breath has stopped.

The abnormal fluctuations in space cannot be sensed by outsiders. Liu Fuyu held the sword at his waist, but he was thoughtful.

She stepped forward to enter the pavilion.

"Girl, we won't be accepting guests today. Something happened in the pavilion. Are they repairing it?" A beauty was greeted at the door in time. She looked up and down at Liu Fuyu, who was dressed in a familiar swordsman's attire. She was quite curious.

.

There is also such interest in their pavilion.

But there are very few people who go to the streets to show off, or they are even ashamed of it.

"You..." Liu Fuyu only glanced at her, then turned her head, her cheeks slightly red, "You are disheveled."

When the beauty lowered her head, she saw a large patch of snow-white on her chest, and immediately covered her mouth and smiled.

She could tell at a glance that this woman dressed as a swordsman must have gone to the wrong place and was not someone of the same kind.

"Girl, this is how we are here~"

"I want to go in."

"Can you do it tomorrow? There is indeed something going on in the pavilion today." The beauty pointed at the hole in the wall again.

"Tomorrow..." Liu Fuyu noticed Jian Nian from the wall and nodded slightly, "Yes."

In front of Yougui Pavilion, silence soon fell.

The beauty looked at the graceful swordsman and didn't leave even after he finished speaking. She just stayed in front of the pavilion holding the sword, her eyes trance-like and she didn't know what she was looking at.

She was stunned for a moment: "Girl, won't you go home?"

"wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"tomorrow."

"...Wait here?!"

"Um."

What a wonderful woman!

The beauty was amazed, but it was really hard to ask people to leave directly, so she turned back and entered the pavilion, intending to ask Aunt Xiang for instructions.

The third floor of Yougui Pavilion.

The tea cup in Xiang Yaoyao's hand suddenly disappeared.

She was stunned and then turned her eyes, and noticed a huge spatial fluctuation in the elegant room opposite.

But in an instant, this fluctuation disappeared again, as if it had been wiped away.

What to do?

What is Xu Xiaoshou doing?

With such a big movement, is he seeking death? What if Dao Qiongang discovers it...

Her thoughts froze at this point, Xiang Yaoyao looked at the person who had appeared in the room at an unknown moment, her childlike expression tightened, and a look of horror flashed across her pretty face.

"Friend, don't worry, I'm just passing by."

The scholar was a little surprised when he saw the beauty standing by the window, as if he were a devil. His face wasn't so scary, right?

I just sensed the power of Shizu's Shadow Staff, borrowed a way to come over and took a look, and helped Xu Xiaoshou erase the traces.

Why should this man be so surprised?

Does she know me?

Before I could ask, the woman in the black dress in front of me didn't say anything, and in a hurry, she took out the spiritual energy in her hand and slapped it hard on the window edge.
Chapter completed!