Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rong had no waves in his eyes under his mask. At this moment, the spiritual energy in his dantian was rapidly consumed.

He put his sleeves in both hands and began to pinch his hands in his sleeves.

In addition to the mantra, there are also finger techniques, but the latter is more difficult.

Ouyang Rong looked at Wei Wu and asked strangely:

"Isn't this your favorite trick for Wei family? Whether it's Wei Shaoxuan or Wei Shaoqi, it's like this. It's worthy of being a family, and the means of harming people are the same.

"Whether you pretend to be a bandit and intercept the Su Mansion when you were in Longcheng, or you now pretend to be a water thief and attack the Xunyang Prince's Mansion, since you like to commit crimes under the name of suppressing bandits, you will be the only one to return it."

Wei Wu was furious: "You!"

Duan Quanwu also cursed: "Ouyang Lianghan, you are despicable and shameless, and you are slandering others, slandering the prince's mansion. Did Mr. Qiu attack and kill him? Now you are still deceived by the princess and deceive the emperor. Don't think about leaving today, and revenge your old hatred and new hatred together."

Ouyang Rong didn't go to see him, but looked at Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song, and Wei Wu's golden halo.

Yi Qianqiu frowned and asked:

"Ouyang Lianghan, what do you mean by coming out now? Are you not afraid of death? You are cutting off your own way."

Wei Wu said coldly:

"You are not confident that you can silence us all. Or are you worried that something will happen in the Xunyang Palace and want to escape and save people?"

Madam Song nodded: "Thanks to the sound of the piano, I have to thank the princess for keeping people, otherwise I will not be able to force you out."

Duan Quanwu said in a yin face:

"You are the sword-holder, and your body is the most fragile, and you are not purple. At most, you can only use one sword. I advise you to surrender immediately. Otherwise, you can't kill us with one sword and you will die immediately. It's still time to surrender now."

Ouyang Rong asked strangely:

"Aren't you the ones who surrendered? Why do you shout so loudly? Is it better than your voice?"

"presumptuous!"

Just as Duan Quanwu was angrily scolding, the fifteen breaths that Ouyang Rong had silently recited in his mouth had arrived.

The palms hidden in his sleeves were also finished.

The decree of God will be executed immediately!

However, Ouyang Rong quit the phone and listened to Duan Quanwu and others' angry scolding for a while. After a moment, his face became slightly lost.

The purple qi of merit... there is no sign of deduction!

At this moment, she seemed to have noticed Ouyang Rong for a moment, and the old woman with rolled eyes suddenly rose up, and she almost flashed in front of Ouyang Rong.

At the same time, Wei Wu, Yi Qianqiu, Duan Quanwu and others who were originally talking shut up and bullied themselves. Duan Quanwu was the closest to him, but for some reason, he was a little slower and fell behind Wei Wu and Yi Qianqiu.

No one cared about this detail, and everyone rushed towards Ouyang Rong. Some wanted to take his dantian directly, some wanted to poke his eyes, and some wanted to choke his neck. However, Madam Song was the fastest, and her purple qi cultivation level was the one who took action and took the hang of a young man in Confucian shirt.
Chapter completed!