The moment Guo Qinyan entered the tactical deployment, she felt her vision blurred and her body became light. It was just a few seconds. When the scene in front of her returned to normal, she found herself in a dense forest.
"Your Highness."
"Qingyan …"
The crowd gathered around. It was the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe and the others who had been teleported away.
Obviously, the man with the silver smiley-ghost mask did not lie. They were really teleported out of Chang 'an City.
They were surrounded by dark mountains in the night, and the vague roars of wild beasts could be heard. Judging from that, they were at least dozens of miles away from Chang 'an City, which could be regarded as the wilderness.
"Your Highness, that man … didn't embarrass you, did he?" the pasture Army Counselor asked with concern.
The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe also looked at Guo Qinyan.
Although the man with the silver smiley-ghost mask had saved them, for some reason, they had a feeling that the mysterious man was not very reliable. His behavior was weird, and his words were bizarre. There was something about him that seemed to be both righteous and evil, which made it hard for them to understand him.
"It's nothing. That former …" Guo Qinyan certainly would not reveal the fact that she had mastered the complete mental cultivation method of the Heart Heavenly Shoot in such an occasion. After all, there were too many people around. Before she finished her sentence, the image of that excessively young face under the silver mask suddenly emerged in her mind. So, she corrected herself and said, "He just wanted to ask me something about Uncle Guo."
"That senior should really be the sworn brother of the Great Jebe. It's a pity that tonight was so urgent that I forgot to ask how the Great Jebe is now." The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe also sighed with emotion.
In the past, the Great Jebe was a hero on the pasture, a legend, a myth. Unfortunately, later …
After so many years, the people on the pasture had not forgotten the hero who really belonged to the pasture herdsmen.
"Uncle Guo is very good." Guo Qinyan said, "We'd better hurry up and return to the pasture. If what the old man Green Spider said is true, I'm afraid that the pasture is now in turmoil. The Moon-shooting Tribe is being spied on. We have to be on guard."
They discussed for a while.
Fortunately, the grassland Army Counselor was quite thorough in his work. When they were in Chang 'an, the situation could not be reversed because of the great disparity in strength between the two sides. But now, after leaving Chang' an, as long as they followed the route they had laid out before, they could return to the grassland in less than half a month.
"I wonder how Brother Guo is doing now." The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe waved his hand and looked at Chang 'an City, a little worried.
At that time, when the war broke out, in order to prevent Guo Zhihui, the young master of the Western Qin branch of the World Chamber of Commerce, from getting caught in the storm, the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe suddenly made a move when he jumped out of Room No. 7. He knocked him out and handed him to the guards of the World Chamber of Commerce.
This trip to Chang 'an City was of great significance to the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe.
It was the first time he stepped out of the prairie and saw the prosperity of the Western Qin Empire.
Among the three empires on the Divine Land, because the Western Qin Empire was located in the northwest, it was not a rich land. Therefore, compared to the Northern Song and the Southern Chu, it was a relatively simple land. Yet, it had such a high city wall, exquisite buildings, caravans, cloth, porcelain, tea, gold, and silver … It was unknown how many times more prosperous it was than the pasture. Then, what kind of scenery would the Northern Song and the Southern Chu, which were more prosperous than the Western Qin Empire be?
The pasture should change.
Otherwise, sooner or later, it would be swallowed by the three empires.
As one of the most outstanding talents on the pasture, Tie Muzhen, the Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe, sighed with emotion inwardly.
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…
"Run. I must run back."
Old Man Green Spider's figure sped through the night.
In his abdomen, there was a transparent bloody hole the size of a bowl. Green blood flowed out and fell on the ground, which directly corroded the ground.
The old man with the silver smiley-ghost mask recalled how the man with the silver smiley-ghost mask had attracted the moonlight to shoot an arrow. He felt a chill run down his spine. If it were not for the spider armor that the Tarantula King had given him, which had blocked most of the power of the arrow, he would have been a dead body by now.
The Magic Moon Shot reappeared in Jianghu.
"My Heart Heavenly Shot returned to the human world."
The archery of the man with the silver smiley-ghost mask was obviously inherited from the Great Jebe. Such a man showed up in Chang 'an City. Even if he was not on the pasture, it was enough to cause a stir.
"I must go back and report it to the Spider Shrine."
There was once a prophecy on the pasture that when the Magic Moon Shot reappeared and merged with the Gold Sun Magic Bow, it could overturn all the shrines, unify the tribes on the pasture, and become the one and only dominator. Even the Wolf Temple could not accept such a prospect.
"I must nip that prophecy in the bud."
…
…
On Liufang Street of the Musical House.
It was a mess.
The famous prostitutes in the brothels were shivering with fear and closed the doors and windows.
Fortunately, after the end of the Top Beauty Competition, the auction went on for a long time before the turmoil broke out. At this time, most of the famous prostitutes had returned to their residences, so these beauties were not affected too much.
There were corpses on the street, most of which were pleasure seekers.
The distinguished guests who sat in the VIP seats were generally protected by guards. Since they were not the target of the riot, they also left.
In the VIP area of the top pavilions, the other pavilions were all occupied.
Only in Room No. 18, Shangguan Yuting and her maid Xin 'er lit the lamp and waited quietly.
Xin 'er's heart was filled with unease. She had been frightened by the shouting and the sounds of conflict that came from outside earlier.
Shangguan Yuting, on the other hand, was as calm as still water. She secretly ran the simplified Xiantian Skill to cultivate.
Time flew.
The shouts from outside gradually faded away.
The sound of footsteps could be heard from outside the pavilion.
Maid Xin 'er was overjoyed and said, "Young Master Mu is back." As she said that, she ran to open the door.
Shangguan Yuting suddenly opened her eyes, looked outside through the door, and said, "Manager Liu, why are you here? “
"I'm here to see if Master Hua is all right. The distinguished guest in Room No.1 is worried about Master Hua's safety, so he sent me here to invite Master Hua to Room No.1, lest the bandits on the grassland hurt Master Hua." The voice of Liu Chenglong, the manager of the Musical House, clearly came in.
Isn't that Young Master Mu outside?
Maid Xin 'er was shocked. She quickly stopped and didn't open the door.
"Thank you for your kindness, Manager Liu. But I'll stay here and wait for Young Master Mu's return," Shangguan Yuting said in an indifferent tone.
"Miss Hua hasn't been redeemed yet, and she is still a member of the Musical House. Does my words have no effect?" In Liu Chenglong's voice, there was an undisguised threat. He said, "Miss Hua, you have to think it through. Li Mu doesn't have the ability to protect you."
"Manager Liu, please leave. From tonight on, there will be no Hua Xiangrong in the world, only Shangguan Yuting. I'm not a member of the Musical House anymore." Shangguan Yuting said straightforwardly.
"What a reckless b * tch! How dare you ignore the empire's laws and say such words? Guards, break the door, and bring this b * tch out." Liu Chenglong's angry voice sounded.
Four experts of the Musical House went straight to Room No.18.
Behind Liu Chenglong, there was an old man with white hair and a ruddy face, who looked like an immortal, holding a dark red wand in his hand. He said, "If what Mr. Liu said is true, it is obvious that this woman should have practiced some kind of evil method, or she is a demon herself. She has seized Hua Xiangrong's soul, so she can suddenly have such magic cultivation."
"Old Immortal, do you have any way to deal with it?" Liu Chenglong asked.
After witnessing Hua Xiangrong's cultivation in magic arts, he still dared to come here to threaten her. What he really relied on was not the four masters of the Musical House, but the Natural Warlock named Flame Elder.
As he spoke, "Bang, bang, bang."
When the four experts of the Musical House rushed to the door of the room, they were bounced back.
At the moment of contact, an invisible layer of pale white protective shield protected Room No.18.
"Hoho, how can a mere wind shield stop me?" Flame Elder smiled proudly and said, "Let me break it with my Five Fireballs Technique." As he raised his hand, the top of the dark red wand lit up, and five fist-sized fireballs were spurted out. Then, he said, "In front of me, you are just showing off your slight skill in front of an expert."
His face was full of a confident smile.
Before his voice died away —
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
There was a sound like a spark falling into ice water. The five fireballs collided with the pale white protective shield and disappeared without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea. They didn't even cause the slightest ripple.
Flame Elder's confident smile froze on his face.
"I didn't expect this evildoer to be so clever. Never mind, I can definitely break it with the Flame Explosion Technique." As he chanted, he waved his wand, and a stream of crimson lava, like the underground fire, broke through the air and dashed toward Room No.18 in the shape of a knife.
"Humph, this time, I will definitely break this demon shield." Flame Elder showed a confident smile again.
However —
"Whoosh!"
When the crimson lava knife hit the pale white protective cover, like a spark rushing into a river, it disappeared in an instant.
The corner of Liu Chenglong's mouth twitched.
Flame Elder flew into a rage. "The Heavens are merciful. I was planning to show mercy to you, but since that's the case … Land of Asura, Fiery Hell, Dark Kin Fire Demon, heed my call …" He began to recite a spell. Horrifying magic power surged out of his body and the red magic staff in his hand, and the air was instantly filled with a scorching aura.
He waved his wand and pointed at the void. Then, a dark red vortex emerged.
Behind the vortex, vague roars of demons could be heard.
It seemed that something terrible was struggling to get out of the vortex.
"Old man, please leave. You're too noisy and scared Xin 'er." "Go ahead." Hua Xiangrong's calm voice came out.
Then, a beam of white moonlight rushed out through the door and into the dark red vortex. Then, a long and shrill scream came from the vortex, as if the creature behind it was seriously injured. Then, the dark red vortex collapsed in an instant.
Liu Chenglong felt as if he had swallowed a dead mouse.
He turned around and looked at [Flame Elder].
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