Inside the palace, the imperial garden, and "Wangyue Lake".

The moon is hanging in the sky and the water is sparkling, creating a poetic and picturesque scene of a willow bank with a waning wind and a waning moon.

However, on such a harmonious and quiet lake, there are densely packed dead fish floating, and pieces of white belly are gathered together, looking as if they are covered with a layer of white snow, which is shocking.

On a lotus leaf in the center of the lake, there stood an old man holding a staff with a skull and a ghost head. He was the "Poison King" Hou Weicheng. He was staring at the opposite side, looking very nervous.

Fifty meters across from Hou Weicheng, on the water, stood an old man with a mask on his face, a snow-white Confucian uniform, and white hair shawl. He was suspended motionless on the water, and his boots were not wet. Just because of this

Qinggong is enough to shock the world!

Under the silver moonlight, the mask on the old man's face shone with silver light. The mask was engraved with a crying face, which represented that he was the "Crying Face Confucian" one of the five behind-the-scenes controllers of the Confucian Elders Association.

Judging from the dead fish floating on the lake, it was obvious that the two had fought just now, and they seemed to be evenly matched. However, judging from Hou Weicheng's expression and the calm look of the crying manru, Hou Weicheng should be in the middle of the battle.

Downwind.

In addition to the two of them, there was also a graceful woman with a white silk scarf sitting in a small pavilion by the lake. At this moment, she was looking at the two people in the lake with interest, as if she was watching

It's like a big show.

After Guo Xuanwu casually threw Han Ba ​​in a conspicuous place, he drifted to the pavilion by Wangyue Lake and sat down leisurely.

He was not surprised at all by Shui Ling's appearance. Although he was wearing a black scarf, Shui Ling recognized him immediately. The two of them looked at each other and said hello, then turned their attention to the lake again.

of two people.

Although Guo Xuanwu was sitting there with a smile on his face, he was not idle. He quietly sent out the Nirvana Mind Technique, and instantly knew Hou Weicheng's identity. However, the Weeping Manru's mind was unable to detect it. It seemed that the expression on his face was

The mask really has the effect of blocking the waves of thought as the Smiling Confucian said.

Although it was impossible to detect, Guo Xuanwu knew without guessing that this crying-faced scholar must be the mysterious peerless master next to Han Ba.

A strong murderous aura enveloped the entire "Wangyue Lake". The two masters on the lake faced each other quietly. No one was in a hurry to take action because they could not sense anything special about Shui Ling's aura, as if

Like ordinary people who don't know martial arts, but that's impossible, so both of them came to the same conclusion: the woman in the pavilion has unfathomable martial arts skills!

Because they didn't know which side Shui Ling belonged to, neither Hou Weicheng nor Cian Mianru dared to act rashly, lest they be attacked from both sides.

The sudden appearance of Guo Xuanwu caused a subtle change in the situation on the field, especially the uniform of the Tianzhanmen he was wearing.

Crying Mian Ru's heart sank: "Who is this person from Tianzanmen? Why is he the same as that woman? Can't even sense the depth of his martial arts? It seems that he and that woman know each other? And they seem to be related.

Not bad. Judging from this, they should all be from the Tianzanmen Sect? It’s going to be a mystery today..."

Hou Weicheng, who was on the opposite side, was secretly happy: "A one of our own came here? It seems that he came to report to me the assassination of Han Ba? That woman is actually acquainted with him, so she must be one of our own, today

My luck is really good..."

The more he thought about it, the more confident he became. He couldn't help but sneered: "Crying Mianru! Why are you pestering me? You can't kill me anyway? Why don't we go our separate ways? How about it?"

Crying Mianru snorted coldly and said: "Hou Weicheng! Do you really think your crab soldiers and crab generals can kill Han Ba?"

"Hehe! No, you don't know yet, right? I have already planned a series of killings, not to mention one Fan Wuying? Even two or three of them are dead! The reason why I escaped here? Is it just to lure you away?

You can’t even figure this out?”

"I'm afraid you still underestimate Fan Wuying's strength? I think he has killed all your men now, right? Should I kill you again? It will be a perfect ending!"

"Hahahaha! Okay! Since you think so hotly, I'll let you cool down!"

Hou Weicheng said loudly to Guo Xuanwu in the pavilion: "Tell me! What's the result over there? Is Han Ba ​​dead?"

"Ang? Are you asking me?" Guo Xuanwu asked pretending to be confused.

"Nonsense! Aren't you a disciple of the Tianzhan Sect?"

"Oh... that's right..."

Guo Xuanwu scratched the back of his head and asked in confusion: "You just asked... which way... which way is it?"

"Of course it's Han Ba's side! What happened?" Hou Weicheng said angrily.

"Oh! Then I don't know! The owner of the door asked me to come. He asked me to ask you to go back for dinner!" Guo Xuanwu suddenly remembered a joke from his previous life.

Hou Weicheng swayed and almost fell into the water.

"Pfft!" Shui Ling trembled and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Crying Mian Ru secretly sneered in his heart: "It seems like this person is just a minion from the Tiancan Sect. As for that woman, it doesn't matter. Even if she is extremely skilled in martial arts, there is no problem for me to return her whole body. Kill her."

Hou Weicheng will withdraw, and Han Ba ​​will have to go and have a look to make sure nothing goes wrong."

He had just exchanged palms with Hou Weicheng from afar, using only 60% of his power, which was evenly matched with him. The reason why he did not use all his strength was simply because he was worried about the water spirit in the pavilion and did not dare to reveal his strength easily. Now it seems

Come on, there's no need for that anymore.

Thinking of this, his eyes froze, a murderous aura emanated, and the water under his feet suddenly rippled in circles!

At this moment, the stars were moving in the sky, the morning light was beginning to turn white, and a ray of dawn illuminated the sky. A breeze blew up, and layers of ripples suddenly appeared on the water, rushing towards the direction of the crying manru.

Hou Weicheng's lips curled up slightly, knowing that the opportunity had come!

He is a poisoner, and he is just waiting for the wind to blow up. Being in the upper hand is the perfect opportunity for him to take action!

Hou Weicheng took action!

He suddenly waved his ghost-headed staff, and dozens of lotus leaves on the lake immediately flew up from their stems, flying toward the Crying Manru like a blanket of heaven and earth. There was a faint layer of black air attached to the back of each lotus leaf!

At the same time, his ghost-headed staff pointed straight at the chest of Crying Face Confucian, and his whole body turned into a rainbow, shooting away close to the water!

Waves rolled on the water immediately, and a water channel was opened wherever Hou Weicheng passed. From a distance, it looked like a torpedo flying at high speed!

Shui Ling's eyes immediately showed disdain, and she let out a soft "scoff", seeming to be very disdainful and disdainful of Hou Weicheng's methods.

Guo Xuanwu shook his head in shock. As soon as he entered the pavilion, he saw that Hou Weicheng was no match for the crying-faced scholar. Although Hou Weicheng was also a centuries-old weirdo and one of the top figures among the innate masters, he was no match for the crying-faced scholar.

It was still a big difference compared to him. If he had retreated while Weeping Mianru had some scruples, his life would have been saved. But in the end, he misjudged the situation, and Guo Xuanwu could only do nothing.

.

"You really won't die if you don't seek death..." He sighed softly in his heart.

Looking at Crying Mianru again, he was still standing quietly on the water, motionless, calm and calm, seeming to be disdainful of the flying lotus leaves and Hou Weicheng behind him.

Soon enough, the lotus leaves all over the sky rushed in front of Crying Manru!

"Pah, pah, pah..."

After a crisp sound, Crying Mianru's whole body was wrapped in lotus leaves, and his whole body was covered with a thick layer of black air!

Guo Xuanwu and Shui Ling were not worried about Crying Mianru at all, because they all saw very clearly that there was a faint aura covering the surface of Crying Mianru's body, and there was a faint golden light, whether it was a lotus leaf or a lotus leaf.

It was the poisonous gas on the lotus leaves that posed no threat to him at all.

"go to hell!"
Chapter completed!