You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

"Bald thief! How dare you be so presumptuous!!!"

"boom!"

Qi Xing kicked the temple door to pieces. The two men appeared in the room with swords drawn, protecting Liu Yuntian. "Mr. Liu, are you okay?!"

Yuan Sheng leaned back and saw this scene, with tears on his confused face, he didn't know what to do.

He whispered something in Qi Xing's ear, then slowly walked out the door and clapped his hands, "Hurry up and be unbridled!"

"promise!"

Accompanied by screams coming from the temple, Liu Yuntian walked out of Wan'an Temple with a smile, but the next moment, the smile gradually disappeared from his face.

The horse that was tied outside the temple had already disappeared. He quickly stepped forward to look for it, wiped his eyes, confirmed that the horse was really gone, and shouted angrily, "Who did it?!"

"You dare to steal my horse? I..."

At this time, a little monk was walking past him. Liu Yuntian's curses stopped abruptly. He was stunned for a moment, looked around and shouted, "Hey, little monk, come here!"

The little monk put his hands together, looked back, then turned around and walked over with his head down, "Amitabha, is there anything I can do for you, donor?"

Liu Yuntian tilted his head and looked at the little monk with empty eyes, grinning, "Where is the Ferghana horse?"

The little monk looked up, revealing a pair of cute big eyes, "I don't know what you are talking about, what blood horse?"

"Blood horse!"

"What's that?"

"Blood horse!"

"Sweat blood what?"

Liu Yuntian took a breath of cold air. This was a problem! Then he put one hand on his waist and pinched the little monk's chubby face with the other hand, "Where's your horse?"

"Isn't it the donor's horse?"

"Aha!"

Liu Yuntian squatted down and looked at the little monk seriously, "You let it slip. Where is my Ferghana horse? Otherwise, I will hang you on a tree and play with lychees!"

Seeing the little monk covering his mouth, Liu Yuntian became more certain that it was related to the other party. He stretched out his bandaged right hand, grabbed the other party's foot, lifted it up and walked towards the tree.

"You dog official, quickly let Huiming down! Otherwise Huiming will complain to the Buddha!"

Liu Yuntian did not stop, he raised his right arm, lifted Huiming in front of him, and said viciously, "If you don't tell me where the horse is, I will send you to see the Buddha!"

"Sold it! Huiming sold the horse! This is the spiritual stone! I'll give it back to you!"

As he spoke, Huiming took out three dull-colored spirit stones from his arms. Liu Yuntian looked at the finger-sized spirit stones in disbelief, "That's a spirit beast hybrid! Do you know how difficult it is for a spirit beast and an ordinary beast to give birth to a baby? You just exchanged it for three low-grade spirit stones?!"

"You hit my brother and master, you are a bad person! Huiming will make you walk back to the capital!"

Liu Yuntian took a deep breath helplessly, threw the little monk to the ground, and covered his face with his hands in despair.

At this moment, Qi Xing and Fu Xin came over, shaking their wrists. They glanced at Hui Ming who was running away, turned back and bowed, saying, "Mr. Liu, as you said, it's only an external injury."

Liu Yuntian nodded and said, "Well done, let's go back. Maybe there is good news in the city."

After saying that, he walked down the mountain. Qi Xing followed behind him and always felt that something was missing. He glanced at the dazed Fu Xin and gave up the idea of ​​communicating.

He walked forward quickly and scratched his head, "Mr. Liu, do you feel like something is missing?"

Liu Yuntian rolled his eyes at the other person, and the next moment he took out a helmet from his storage ring and put it on his head, "Wear a helmet, don't be too ostentatious."

"The capital city...is going to be in chaos."

......

The moonlight gradually became dim, the night became pitch black, and sparse stars dotted the entire capital.

After the night curfew, the streets were empty. Liu Yuntian walked in the alley, followed closely by Qi Xing and Fu Xin.

Suddenly, Liu Yuntian paused and stopped. The two people behind him took a vigilant defensive posture. They slowly raised their heads and looked through the brim of the hat. A blurry figure blocked the road ahead.

"retreat!"

Liu Yuntian said in a deep voice, then he held the hilt of the knife at his waist with his right hand and slowly backed away. Seeing that the other party did not catch up with him, he immediately turned around and passed between Qi Xing and the other man.

After Liu Yuntian had completely passed them, Qi Xing and the other man became extremely alert and slowly retreated. They turned around and found that Liu Yuntian had stopped again.

Looking forward intently, two more people appeared behind and blocked the way.

bass--

The two men swung out their swords and slowly approached. Without saying a word, Qi Xing and Fu Xin drew their swords and rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, they were fighting.

Liu Yuntian kicked his feet, flew into the air and leaped onto the roof, then fled away on the tiles. When he looked up again, the first assassin who had blocked his way was already waiting in front of him.

"It seems there are bad people among the crowd."

Liu Yuntian stood on the roof, took a step forward with his left foot, pulled out the knife with his bandaged right hand, and swung the knife in a starting position, "Don't look at me, I'm only in the Qi Refining Stage, but my knife skills are first-class."

"Haha, do you think you can survive in my hands just by relying on your sword skills?"

What a familiar voice!

After hearing the other party's voice, Liu Yuntian frowned, "Your voice sounds familiar, do we know each other?!"

"Mr. Liu is such a forgetful person. You just beat me so badly that you don't recognize me anymore?!"

The black shadow walked forward and revealed his face. It was Yuan Sheng!

Liu Yuntian smiled slightly, "It's you. What's the matter? Do you want to do some death desensitization training for the Nine Clans?"

"Humph! Liu Yuntian! Do you think you can control the life and death of everyone?" Yuan Sheng walked slowly towards him, dancing the Zen stick above his head, and then stopped seven steps away.

"After your death, the entire Daliang will no longer suffer oppression."

Liu Yuntian took a bow step forward and put the knife against his left arm. "If we don't agree, we can only fight in an upright manner."

"Right on my mind!"

Yuan Sheng's muscles bulged all over his body and he looked bigger. He ran two steps waving the Zen stick and then disappeared on the spot. The next moment, he appeared in the air, raised the Zen stick high and smashed it down!

"boom!"

After a loud bang, a figure fell from the roof and landed heavily on the ground. Then, another person fell to the ground.

"It seems that within seven steps, the gun is still faster."

This person was Liu Yuntian. At this moment, he was holding a Huipu automatic pistol in his left hand. He slowly raised it to his mouth and blew at the still smoking muzzle.

"Bah."

A spirit stone that had lost its spiritual energy fell to the ground. Liu Yuntian took out a shiny new spirit stone from his storage ring and put it into the pistol again. Then he took out a sharp fragment of a magic weapon and stuffed it into the muzzle of the gun.

"You are a fake. Yuan Sheng's Vajra Indestructibility has reached the highest level. The fragments of the magic weapon cannot penetrate his body."

Master Yuan Sheng on the ground moved back half a meter, holding his bleeding waist, "Isn't this a fair fight? Why did you use a hidden weapon to hurt me?!"