Lo Huainan glanced at the man in black calmly. She must have known that he would appear.
"You have to deal with the water on you. Otherwise, if traces are left, everyone will know that you have been hiding in the well."
He looked at the man in black and said, "In the outside world's impression, I'm open-minded, but I'm cautious and prudent. I definitely won't forget to check the well."
The man in black asked, "Where should I hide?"
Lo Huainan said, "In the cabinet. The closer you are, the more powerful the demonic art will be. This is also the style of your Bulao Lin. You try to get as close to the Cultivation practitioners as possible. As for how to conceal your breath, you can blame it on some magic treasures."
The man in black looked down at his wet clothes. A faint flame appeared in his eyes, but it was very beautiful and looked a bit weird.
In a short time, the water on his body evaporated into smoke and disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this, Lo Huainan slightly raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is this the demonic fire?"
The man in black didn't answer her question. He looked at the water marks on the ground and reached out to get rid of them.
Lo Huainan shook his head and said, "It may alarm the fellow Taoists outside. Let it do it by itself."
From the well to the house, there were wet footprints on the ground of the courtyard. Naturally, it would take much longer for the wind to dry them than for the demonic fire to dry them. It would take some time.
Lo Huainan wasn't worried about alarming the people outside because he had set up a formation to isolate breath in the courtyard. He just wanted to talk to the man.
He hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, and he was very interested in the identity of the man in black.
"This is the first time we've met. I didn't expect it to be under such circumstances."
Lo Huainan said to the man in black, "You've worked hard all these years."
The man in black said, "Not at all. It's just that it doesn't feel good to be misunderstood."
Lo Huainan said, "Jing Jiu is a good man. I think you might have misunderstood him. Anyway, it's all a misunderstanding. Don't blame him."
The man in black was silent for a while and said, "Let's begin."
The wet footprints on the ground had already faded. When they were done, they should all disappear.
Lo Huainan's finger fell on the table and she said, "You can't use the power of the Monster Dans for the first time, because our Zhongzhou School is very sensitive to the cultivation methods of the evil sects."
The man in black said, "I know how to use a sword."
Lo Huainan raised her hand.
The black-clothed man summoned his flying sword and silently cut the spot where his finger had just landed.
"This level is very suitable. It's just enough for us to suspect you."
Lo Huainan felt the faint Aoyama Sword Will in the smooth crack on the table, and her mood changed slightly. It had been a few years, but not only did the other party's swordsmanship not fall behind, he even became more proficient in it. If he had stayed in Aoyama to continue learning the sword, who knew how far he would have progressed by now.
He said, "If I dodge your sword, I will use the Bell of the North Time to counterattack. What will you do?"
The man in black said, "Since I want to kill you, I won't hide."
"Very good. It will be easier for us to develop this way."
Lo Huainan walked to the other corner of the room and said, "I won't choose to fight you to the death. I will use the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth to come here. Can you predict that?"
The man in black walked over and said, "I can't, but there is a corresponding escape method in the Blood Magic. I should be able to follow you in a small area."
"What level have you cultivated the Blood Magic to?"
"Four levels."
Lo Huainan thought that he was indeed someone with natural Dao quality. Even if he abandoned Dao halfway and became a demon, he still improved so quickly. As long as she did not use any hidden methods, it was understandable that she would be seriously injured by the other party.
"How badly do I need to hurt you?"
"Cut off an arm."
The two continued to discuss, gesticulate, and design.
After confirming all the details, the man in black walked to the wardrobe. He suddenly stopped and asked, "Why are you willing to do such a thing?"
"In the world of orthodox cultivation, I am the most famous now."
Lo Huainan said with a self-mocking smile, "If I am assassinated by Bulao Lin's assassins, it will be the most eye-catching thing. It will be enough to help you."
The man in black said, "What I mean is, why do you want to do such a thing?"
Lo Huainan was silent for a while and said calmly, "Someone has to sacrifice, and I won't really die."
The man in black said nothing more. He walked into the wardrobe and closed the door from the inside.
The night grew darker.
Lo Huainan walked to the table and sat down. She looked at herself in the mirror, closed her eyes, and began to wait.
…
…
The auction of the Precious Ware Pavilion was about to begin.
Many people already knew what the most important treasure was.
Countless eyes fell on the box in the middle.
Everyone knew that no matter how precious the treasure in the box was, no one would participate in the auction.
Because it was a Three Purities Grass.
Many people also guessed who was in the room on the top floor, but they could only pretend that they did not know.
The room was very quiet.
Gu Qing didn't sit down.
Even though he was sure that the formation of the Precious Ware Pavilion could prevent the situation in the room from being noticed by the outside world, he was still a bit nervous.
There were two cups of Sparrow Tongue Tea on the table.
He was the only one in the room.
…
…
In a residential area of Guiyun City.
There was only one person here.
Zhao Layue, dressed in black, sat on the ground with her legs crossed, in front of a window.
There was a street outside the window. There was a small courtyard one hundred feet away, and a disciple of the North-Brook Sect was standing outside the courtyard.
She was sure that Lo Huainan was in that small courtyard.
After three years, she combed her hair again, tied it up in a braid, and wore a conical hat.
The sword in the sheath exuded a faint and cold energy. It was the First Child Sword given to her by Jin Mingcheng.
She was waiting for that moment.
She didn't know exactly when.
Lo Huainan didn't know either. Since it was a play, it had to be very real and sudden.
At some point in time, a small round hole had appeared on the door of the wardrobe.
A flash of sword light flickered and then died out, brushing past Lo Huainan's body, cutting off a corner of her sleeve, and then a corner of the table.
Lo Huainan stood up, and the Bell of the North came out noiselessly, striking at the man in black who came out of the wardrobe like a ghost.
The man in black didn't dodge. He grabbed with his right hand, and dozens of jets of demon fire gushed out, covering Lo Huainan.
Lo Huainan employed the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth, disappearing from her original spot miraculously, and then reappearing in another corner of the room.
The two flames in the eyes of the man in black became wild.
A jet of black flame spread out from his body, rolling over the ground like a thick fog.
His body disappeared instantly, and then reappeared in front of Lo Huainan.
Lo Huainan didn't say anything, nor did the man in black. They were both very calm. If anyone saw this scene, they would feel it was very weird.
There were traces of demon fire everywhere in the room. The legs of the table began to burn, emitting a burning smell. Soon, the disciples of the North Brook Sect outside the courtyard would be alerted.
— — Seize the time.
Lo Huainan signaled with her eyes.
The man in black raised his hand, and dozens of jets of demon fire shot towards her.
Lo Huainan leaned to the side, not dodging, and waited for his hand to fall.
The man in black showed hesitation in his eyes.
Lo Huainan misunderstood his meaning, and nodded with a smile.
The man in black's hand fell.
It fell on Lo Huainan's chest.
There was a muffled sound.
A trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of Lo Huainan's mouth.
According to the original plan, he should counterattack and break the man's left arm, then the man would leave, and the show would end.
Lo Huainan suddenly felt something was wrong, and looked into the eyes of the man in black.
The man in black's eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be a bit crazy.
He didn't stop, and his right hand was still pressed against Lo Huainan's chest.
The devilish flames with terrifying destructive power poured into Luo Huainan's body incessantly.
Could it be that I've gone mad?
Lo Huainan thought.
The man in black's demon fire suddenly became several times stronger!
His Blood Demon Technique has at least reached the fifth level!
"So you want to kill me"
Lo Huainan thought.
There was a complicated emotion in his eyes, not sure if it was disappointment or something else.
The demon fire with endless killing intent had already invaded his meridians, causing irreparable damage.
Lo Huainan's face paled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood that contained the true power of Zhongzhou School's Mysterious Technique fell on the face of the man in black like an arrow, riddling the black cloth with holes.
The black cloth fluttered like a butterfly, and the man's face was revealed.
The face was a bit dark, but it was clean, giving off a familiar feeling.
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