My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 98 Lu Caiwei's Second Sword

Hiding from place to place is not an easy task, and the mountain paths are even more difficult to walk on.

So Ye Wuyou directly bought a carriage and took the official road.

It was Fang Ning’s money that was used.

The one driving the horse was also Fang Ning.

Fang Ning frowned slightly. "Are you planning to go to the capital like this? That's too much..."

"Arrogant?" Ye Wuyou replied with a smile.

"What else?" Fang Ning was puzzled.

Although taking the small path is time-consuming, it can isolate you from some troubles.

Although those practitioners of great supernatural powers have reached a high level, they are not omniscient and omnipotent, and do not have magical skills like Tianyan.

As long as they were not discovered, Fang Ning thought it was worth it even if they had to take a detour for half a month.

Could it be that my protection gave the other party confidence?

Ye Wuyou didn't continue the topic.

"You just said that the Hanyue Fairy from the Fourth Realm has been looking for me?"

Fang Ning frowned, a serious look in his eyes.

"I'm not looking for you. I got some information yesterday and she has appeared in the next town."

"This means she will catch up with you soon, because you are taking the official road! She will definitely not miss you."

Is it?

Ye Wuyou didn't care.

If it was him two days ago, he would definitely walk on the mountain paths and hide here and there.

But now that the ghost's "hide" function has been unlocked.

Ye Wuyou is in hidden state. If you say that Lu Qingshan can find him, Ye Wuyou believes it.

But for others, it's impossible.

Ye Wuyou was absolutely sure that he could keep himself safe with the help of the "ghost"'s concealment.

He has developed the ghost's functions more comprehensively in the past few days.

When necessary, Ye Wuyou would also take Bai Lu with him to "hide" and escape.

As for Fang Ning, this Taoist prodigy has a fifth-level protector with him, so Ye Wuyou doesn't need to worry about him at all.

If Bai Lu had not arrived and Fang Ning had not suddenly intervened, his original plan would have been to travel safely along the official road to the capital.

Bai Lu sat quietly at one side of the carriage, a short distance away from Ye Wuyou.

She looked very calm.

Two days ago, she collapsed due to extreme emotional stress.

But the mood after the collapse is often more determined.

For Bai Lu, the destruction of Qingqiu and her life-and-death relationship with Ye Wuyou left her with no other choice.

Although Bai Lu was a little confused as to why Ye Wuyou was so confident.

But her eyes caught sight of the man's profile.

Because of the contract, when the two get close, they can sense each other's state of mind.

confidence?

On Bai Lu's beautiful and charming face, the corner of her mouth gently drew up an inexplicable smile that came from nowhere.

Never mind. I’ve died three times in a row. If I were going crazy, I would have gone crazy a long time ago.

At worst, I'll just die again.

Ye Wuyou didn't turn around, but spoke lightly.

"Forget it."

"This time, I won't die."

The smile suddenly disappeared, Bai Lu frowned and stopped thinking about it.

The carriage stopped.

A cultivator from a sect stopped the carriage and looked inside with an unfriendly look on his face.

"Master, can you please let us check inside the car?"

Fang Ning frowned. This was a situation she had expected a long time ago, and she had also told Ye Wuyou about it.

But the other party refused to listen.

Do you want to reveal your identity as a Taoist monk?
But Dao Zong was walking and pulling a cart for others? Isn't that even more strange?

The realm of these people in front of me is not very deep, I think they can't defeat me...

But do you really want to kill someone?
Fang Ning looked hesitant, but at this moment, the curtain of the carriage was gently lifted, and Bai Lu appeared from inside it, and the scene inside the carriage was also revealed.

Are you crazy? Or do you want to take action?

Fang Ning glanced at him lightly, then her eyes showed surprise, but soon turned into calmness.

There was no one in the carriage except Bai Lu.

Before Fang Ning could react, the disciples from the sect clasped their fists to her and then walked away.

The carriage continued to move forward, and it was not until a long time that Fang Ning turned around and looked inside the carriage.

"What kind of magical power is that?"

"You want to learn? But if you can't learn, I can't teach you."

Fang Ning, who was a Taoist priest, narrowed her eyes at this moment, and she vaguely remembered something.

That was information that only high-ranking members of the Taoist sect knew. Of course, as a true disciple, she also knew a little bit about it.

Fang Ning asked tentatively, "Is it weird?"

Ye Wuyou did not respond.

This strange thing is unknown to the public, but for practitioners with high levels of attainment, it is not a secret.

It is not surprising for Dao Zong to know the existence of this thing when traveling.

Bai Lu was a little surprised.

"What is weird?"

[Weird? That's garbage, and garbage is weird! How can this group of ignorant people treat the remains of the waste road as treasures! ]

She was also very confused just now. Ye Wuyou was clearly in the car the second before, but disappeared the next moment, and she could not sense any energy at all.

If it weren't for the connection in her mind, and Ye Wuyou asked her to open the car curtain on her own initiative.

She really thought she was trapped in a fantasy again.

"Let's go like this, we'll be safe soon." Ye Wuyou gradually restrained his breath and the carriage continued to move.

Several people thought that maybe they could really get through this journey safely.

Until a green sword fell from the sky and blocked their carriage.

It broke all the thoughts in several people's minds.

The woman had flying black hair and was wearing a snow-white robe. She stepped on the hilt of the sword with a graceful look on her face.

Accompanying him was an old man with white hair and eyebrows, who was standing in the air with a majestic aura!

Fairy Hanyue and Taoist Baimei.

Two people with great magical powers in the fourth realm.

At this point, it is obviously unrealistic to say that the other party was just passing by.

The sudden change caught Fang Ning, who was driving, off guard.

As a member of the Taoist sect, she also understood the art of deduction, but at the moment she could not figure out how the other party discovered her and her group.

Taoist Baimei's figure slowly fell from the air, his aura slightly restrained, but then a strong sense of death burst out.

Lifeless, not like a living person.

Even though his life span has come to an end and there is no hope of a breakthrough, the aura of death should not be so strong.

The old voice came, echoing in all directions, and the voice was extremely refreshing.

"Don't worry, little girl. I couldn't find that guy, so I went to Tianji Tower."

"I used my life in exchange, and the price of being refined into a human puppet after death, to ask the owner of the building to help me find out the location of this kid through communication."

"The weirdness in the hands of the host is really useful, but the price is too high. But it doesn't matter. I can't survive anyway."

A gloomy look appeared on the beautiful woman's face at this moment.

"What's so weird?" Ye Wuyou's voice came from the car.

This was what he knew. Besides Lu Qingshan and himself, there was a third person with strange qualities.

The owner of Tianji Tower...

Fang Ning spoke slowly, his eyes solemn.

"No one knows that Tianji Tower is all over the world, just like Hehuan Sect, and Dayan is just one of its locations."

"But it seems that there is no news in this world that the host doesn't know."

"However, unlike deduction, the news from Tianji Tower is only what happened at the moment and cannot determine the future..."

Ye Wuyou nodded, then looked through the car curtain at the two people outside.

That sentence is indeed correct...

Only weirdness can fight weirdness.

He isolated himself from all deductions and concealed his own aura, but was figured out by another strange person.

There is still a slight chance of dealing with a person in the fourth realm.

two.

"What should we do now?" Fang Ning's tone was serious, but not panicked.

Since she wasn't the one being killed, of course she wasn't panicking.

Seeing this, Ye Wuyou turned around decisively, picked up the fox, and responded with a brief word.

"run!"

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Beijing.

A young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes sat cross-legged quietly beside the towering city wall.

Day after day, it seems like I'm waiting for something.

Around him were broken weapons.

Logically speaking, this is not a place for meditation, with people coming and going everywhere.

But after a week, there was an endless stream of people coming here to look for the young man, and they were all practitioners.

Challenge, then lose, leaving your weapons behind and walking away.

There is no other reason, just because of this person's identity.

The contemporary prodigy of the Sword Sect, Zhou Xuanyuan.

A Fujian ranger was standing in the crowd at this moment. He hesitated for a while, and finally walked forward and came in front of the other party.

He mustered up his courage and spoke.

"I am Chen from Jingzhou..."

The man sitting cross-legged on the ground opened his eyes slightly, and the broken blades on the ground around him trembled slightly.

His sharp gaze, like a sword's edge, was cast towards the ranger, sweeping across the sword wrapped in cloth behind him. Finally, he shook his head slightly and gave a soft admonition.

"It's not easy to forge a sword. There is still a long way to go. When your sword is more powerful, I will fight you again."

The sword-carrying ranger took a deep breath, his eyes revealing surprise, as if he was greatly encouraged.

He finally spoke seriously.

"Okay, thank you for your advice, there is still a long way to go, I will definitely fight you!"

Zhou Xuanyuan smiled, nodded slightly, then closed his eyes again, his expression instantly calm.

High emotional intelligence: A sword is not easy to forge…

Low emotional intelligence: You are too weak and too lazy to take action.

Zhou Xuanyuan sighed softly. It was said that there were many talented practitioners in the capital, but for several days in a row, no one had been able to last more than three moves against him.

Although the middle three realms had never taken action, he was only at the peak of the third realm...

Among the crowd queuing to enter the city, there was a girl with a cold face.

Her eyes were calm and she didn't look away.

Everyone was looking at the sword master, but she ignored them.

Xia Anmeng's words echoed in the girl's mind with a smile.

"Disciple, this guy looks very powerful, do you want to try it with him?"

Lu Caiwei then glanced at him lightly, then looked away without saying a word.

Xia Anmeng's words rang out again.

"What do you mean, disciple? Look at that man.
Can I take your...second sword?"

(End of this chapter)