Zhao Ying and Mu Fan entered the teahouse and found an empty table.
The crowd paid attention to them for a moment, and then shifted their attention under the storyteller's hand.
A small servant walked to the table of two, Mu Fan ordered some tea and asked for a fruit plate.
Zhao Ying put his mind on the story told by the storyteller, but Mu Fan did not, he looked around from time to time, looking for opportunities.
The ruthless methods of the guards let him know that it was almost impossible to ask Shanhe Ling without being discovered, but he did not give up.
When the storyteller finished speaking, he slammed the ruler and startled him.
"Hey, everyone, we've heard a lot of heroes' stories, and today, I'll tell you something different."
"Something different."
Someone in the seat asked.
"Let's talk about a person."
"Who are you talking about?"
The storyteller smiled, "We say a person who can't see." ” "Someone who can't see?"
Someone looked around and said, "Isn't that a ghost?"
” "yes, isn't that a ghost?"
There was a heckle around.
Mr.
Storyteller shook his head and smiled: "That's not necessarily, some people live like ghosts, they can't see or touch." ” Someone asked, "Do you mean the Assassins?"
Assassinate?
” "It's not."
The storyteller took a sip of tea, "I'm talking about the guards. ” "Guards?
Guards you can't see?
” "Exactly."
The storyteller said, glancing at Zhao Ying and Mu Fan.
Someone at the bottom asked, "Why can't you see it?"
” "I don't usually see him, but I have a way to see him." ” The man continued, "Are you the only one who can see?"
Or can we all see it?
” "I'm the only one who can see it at the moment, but ......"
The storyteller dragged out a long tail note that drew everyone's attention, and he said slowly, "I have a way to let everyone see him." ” "What's the solution?"
The storyteller laughed, and then the man disappeared without a trace.
The sudden change made everyone lose their minds for a while.
Mu Fan realized that something was wrong, and Zhao Ying also felt that Mr.
Storyteller was tired.
"Yan Qing, is it your ghost?
Is the storyteller your man?
She asked.
Mu Fan waved his hand and said, "It's not me, I haven't seen him at all." ” She looked around, and her guards were too late to arrive, which made her very nervous.
At first, she didn't pay attention, Mr.
Storyteller hid his strength, and she thought that the person had not cultivated.
Just now, Mr.
Storyteller suddenly disappeared, and he is definitely a master.
"Hello, Zhao Ying."
Mr.
Storyteller's magnetic voice rang in their ears.
Mu Fan and Zhao Ying's bodies stiffened, and they didn't know when Mr.
Storyteller appeared.
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Although Zhao Ying was frightened, she pretended to be calm, "Who is the senior?"
” "Bang!"
The air in front of them cracked, like a mirror shattered, and a pair of hands stretched out of it.
The hands were excessively pale, without a trace of blood.
As the storyteller spoke, he pointed his finger at Mu Fan and hovered in front of Mu Fan's forehead.
He stabbed down suddenly, but it seemed to stab at a barrier, and it was difficult to advance a single bit.
The pale hands took the opportunity to tear the "mirror" and walked out of the "mirror".
"Xingzhiyi, you are really daring!"
The man in white withdrew his pale hand and glared at the storyteller.
When the storyteller saw the man in white, he looked calm, and the clouds were light and light, "Your empty mirror screen is well practiced." ” The man in white said: "It's not as good as your eleven paragraphs." ” "That's true, it's really a little bit worse."
Xingzhi smiled.
The moment Xingzhi disappeared just now, the man in white fought with him for more than a hundred moves.
The duel between the eleventh section and the empty mirror screen, both of which are spatial exercises.
After the battle, the eleventh dan section had the upper hand, and the man in white was trapped in the tenth layer of the world.
Xingzhi took the opportunity to make a move on Mu Fan, and pointed at Mu Fan's eyebrows.
Fortunately, the man in white shattered the tenth layer of the world, and arranged a multi-layer space with an empty mirror screen, blocking Mu Fan's eyebrows.
Mu Fan's eyes were together, and Xingzhiyi's fingers were in front of him, as long as he stretched a little more, he could insert them into his head.
This death is very miserable, and Xiao Wan's father killed him, how should Xiao Wan deal with herself in the future.
In an instant, Mu Fan's head was big.
Just now he wanted to check the mountain and river order, and he didn't want the guards to come over, but now that Xingzhi appeared, he really hoped that the guards would come soon.
The man in white didn't move, Xingzhi didn't move, but everything around him was shattering.
It is like a mirror shattering, and the lens is tearing people and things.
Mu Fan and Zhao Ying were well protected, and it was precisely because of the protection of the two that the man in white gradually fell behind.
There were more and more torn spaces, Mu Fan didn't dare to move without permission, his body stiffened, and he relied on moving his eyeballs to observe the changes in the situation on the field.
Suddenly, a flash of knife flashed, and a man rushed in with a knife, severing the shattered lens.
After he saw the situation on the field clearly, he swung his knife and slashed at Xingzhiyi, the knife wind was extremely sharp, and a large number of lenses were shattered because of the tearing of the knife wind.
"Click......"
The man's knife didn't cut down completely, and it stayed on Yukiichi's neck.
Mu Fan saw that between the knife and Xingzhiyi's neck, there seemed to be an invisible layer, which blocked the cutting of the blade.
The man used all his strength, the blade was sharpened red, and at the blade, the space continued to shatter, but after all, he failed to break through the layers of space under the eleven sections of cloth used by Xingzhiyi.
One after another, people rushed through the broken lenses and arrived inside the teahouse, all of them were from the Fengyang Palace.
The man in white saw his rush in and said, "You have no chance of winning. ” Xingzhi smiled and said, "I didn't expect Zhao Xuan to love his daughter so much and send so many people to protect her." ” "I don't care about the grievances between you and Ye Feng, and I don't care if you want to do something to Yan Qing.
But there is one thing, in the land of the three northwestern states, Yan Qing must not die!
The man in white said very bluntly, in front of Mu Fan, it was even explicit.
Xing Zhiyi said disapprovingly: "Leaving the three states in the northwest, it is too far away from the Shura Palace, and it is even more difficult to kill this kid." ” The man in white said: "How to kill, you can kill, you can't kill, that's your problem."
You should withdraw now, otherwise it will be a big trouble, and you don't want to leave Fengyang City alive. ” "I miscalculated, I didn't expect you to use so many people."
The man in white smiled: "I also miscalculated, I didn't expect you to come in person." ” "Can't you be accommodating and give this kid to me?"
"Can't!"
As soon as Xingzhi withdrew his fingers, the man in white gradually lifted the space at the center of Mu Fan's eyebrows.
The crowd slowly retreated, but no one let their guard down.
Mu Fan held his breath, the last moment, the more dangerous it became.
Xingzhiyi's retracted fingers were flattened into palms, and then he pushed violently, targeting Mu Fan.
Mu Fan's eyes were dark, and when his eyesight recovered, the scene in front of him changed greatly, and when he calmed down a little, he found that he was already outside the teahouse.
Zhao Ying fell next to him, unconscious.
He helped Zhao Ying up and looked up at the teahouse.
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The space around the teahouse twisted into a strange shape, and the people in the teahouse were also skewed and unhuman.