The Great Chong Mu Tiansi, similar to the Jinyiwei, has the same organization as the sticky rod and the iron wing guard, and has the power to supervise the court officials and the martial arts world.

Knowing that those people were Mu Tiansi spies, Qiye certainly didn't need nonsense.

Mu Tiansi couldn't let him leave a dangerous person like him, no matter whether he said or not, the other party would come to him.

But Mu Tiansi's people were much more patient than he expected. They waited until the sunset disappeared, the dim night swallowed the earth, lanterns hung high on the street, and the bright red light shone. Only then did Qi Ye sense the arrival of a group of people.

Dong!

With a crisp sound, ripples appeared in the void, and invisible sound waves spread out like flowing water to several streets, making these prosperous streets silently and everyone fell silently into a drowsiness.

Even the people who were still walking on the street were still keeping their steps, but their bodies were stiff and erect and motionless.

The vendors next to the road, the diners in the inn and restaurants, the prodigal sons looking for willows in the flower building, and many women with flowers all seemed to have been imposed on the detachment and turned into wooden men. The scene was extremely strange.

Outside Qiye's guest room, a 'tuk' knock sounded, followed by a low voice: "Da Chong Mutiansi Zhan Antong, come to visit Jianjun!"

This person's words were quite polite, but as the word "convoy" was spoken out, the door buzzed and trembled, as if a bee flapped its wings. After a shock, it disintegrated and turned into dust and fell.

Qiye in the room sat at the table and looked up.

A tall figure appeared at the door. He was wearing a gorgeous garment embroidered with clouds, holding an embroidered brocade handkerchief in one hand, covering his mouth and nose, slapping away the dust in the other hand, and stepping into the room with his feet.

The Lord of Mutiansi, Zhan Antong, the right-hand man whom King Da Chong trusted the most, was also the sharpest knife in his hand.

Many gangs and powerful people in Yuanzhou will be frightened to their faces even if they just hear Zhan Antong's name.

But Qiye glanced at him and saw that his face was as white as paper, giving people a feeling of being sick for a long time. Zhan Antong's appearance also had a kind of female delicacy.

Then Qiye looked at Zhan Antong's waist.

There is a small bell hanging there.

The ordinary bell could not attract his attention. Qiye felt the spiritual fluctuations on this bell, which clearly had a sense of seduction.

Thinking of the crisp sound and the strangeness outside, I had some guesses about the function of this bell.

Zhan Antong raised his delicate eyebrows and was also watching Qiye's every move.

Of course, he was not alone. Outside this inn, there were also a group of secret detectives from the Mutiansi. The number was not large, but each was a master who could stand alone.

After walking calmly to Qiye, Zhan Antong grabbed a chair and sat opposite Qiye.

"The name of Sword Lord, Zhan has often heard people mention these days. Your high reputation is so fast that Zhan feels so sorry for himself. He has to admit that he is old, he is old!"

Zhan Antong was delicate, white and tender, with a smile on his face without any wrinkles, and sighed softly.

"It's too good." Qi Ye said lightly.

Zhan Antong shook his head and smiled: "Mr. Zhan doesn't like to praise people. He has always told the truth. You are indeed a genius in the world!"

His eyes were lowered, and his thin lips seemed a little sharp: "But you are too good at causing trouble. Wherever you go, you will be in big trouble. Nan Feiyun, Yunshui people, Jianniang..."

Zhan Antong chanted the names softly, but the smile on his face had not dissipated, but what was revealed was not warmth, but a biting cold.

Qiye still looked faint: "So what do you want to say?"

"Mr. Zhan just wants to tell you one thing." Zhan Antong laughed and said, "No matter what purpose you have come to Song, Mu Tiansi will not welcome people like you."

Qiye said: "So you want to drive me away."

Zhan Antong waved his hand and chuckled, "It would be too rude to say 'hasting', and it doesn't fit my great demeanor. It should be said that you are asking you to leave."

Qiye said: "What if I don't want to leave?"

Zhan Antong paused when he heard this, raised his eyes slowly, looked at Qiye's eyes, and smiled faintly, "You are young and have a bright future, so it's best not to do such things that make Zhan difficult."

Qiye didn't ask what would happen if he was embarrassed, and then changed the subject and said, "Do you want to listen to the purpose of my visit to Songdu?"

Zhan Antong smiled: "If you are willing to say it, Zhan will naturally listen."

Qi Ye stroked the hilt of the sword with five fingers and said slowly: "I came here just to find someone to discuss swordsmanship. In the country of Da Chong, who do you think is worth my journey to thousands of miles?"

Zhan Antong looked at Qiye calmly, without saying anything more, and suddenly laughed.

At first, the smile was still a low and depressing smile, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a big laugh. The laughter made the whole inn tremble, and the gravel and dust rose everywhere.

Dong!

The bell on Zhan Antong's waist suddenly rang, and a soul-stirring confusing sound suddenly spread out, gathering in a small room, shaking back and forth, and circulating continuously.

Zhan An's eyes also emitted a mysterious divine light.

Sword Master Qiye picked three top masters in a row, and his reputation had already spread throughout the Black Wind Realm, but Zhan Antong was not afraid at all. He even seemed polite in his words, but in fact he was arrogant. In addition to his own cultivation reaching the Eight Eight Symbols, he also had this bell as his trump card.

This bell is called the Soul Locking Bell. When activated, it can attract souls and attract souls. It can make people feel intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Even the Lord of Aurora Sword will be affected by a breath if he is not careful.

One breath, for top experts, it is enough to launch thousands of attacks and smash the enemy to pieces.

Zhan Antong would not think that Qiye would be better than Aurora Sword Master.

While the divine light burst into his eyes, Zhan Antong stretched out his slender palm, and his originally fair and white hand instantly became crystal clear, like a jade made of heaven and earth. He stretched out with one hand and picked it towards Qiye's head.

The force condensed but did not dissipate, and there was no slight evaporation. However, this claw fell, but it grabbed a lot of space.

Qiye had disappeared from the chair opposite, Zhan Antong's expression changed, and then an extremely dangerous feeling surged. He raised his arms and flew out like a rocket.

But it was still one step late. A sword light penetrated through his vest and suddenly penetrated his chest, cracking a blood hole as big as a fist. Before the real force broke out, the sword light retreated and swung the bell around Zhan Antong's waist.

Whoosh!

The bell was grabbed by Qiye, and Zhan Antong broke through the roof and flew to the outer street, and bursts of screams quickly came.

Qiye's body moved, and suddenly arrived at the window, looked at the panicked people below, but did not continue to take action.

Although Zhan Antong was penetrated by a sword, as a master of the Eight Elephants, this injury could not kill him. The man's face was gloomy and there was no peace of mind as before. He asked, "Why are you not affected by the soul-locking bell?"

"So this thing is called the soul-locking bell?" Qi Ye looked at the bell in his palm and did not answer Zhan Antong's question. He was a paper puppet, and he had no feelings for humans, and he had no soul. He was naturally not affected by spiritual magic.
Chapter completed!