After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Hei Paozi also sneered, "Young Daoist Lu Daoyou, Yingjie, once surpassed Xie Xingzhi in the Dharma discussion, and led the other elites of the three religions to escape from the ghost market. , Daoist friends come from a long way, always let Daoist friends see our sincerity.”

The so-called sincerity is a more ferocious counterattack! !

The long street is full of wind and rain, and the scholars have a strong sense of righteousness.

Lu Cixian moved quickly, and quickly moved the rusty sword in his hand away, took a few steps backward, and tilted his head, only to see a long knife brushing against his ear, Lu Cixian's face was still calm , said indifferently: "I can't see the so-called sincerity with my head and face covered."

In this fierce battle, the man in black robe could catch the gap and reply to him: "It's easy to say."

I saw the young man rise from the sky, firmly hold one of the tung oil umbrellas with plum patterns, and circled up with the strength of his energy, holding the umbrella firmly on the other umbrella surface.

The black robe raised his hand with a smile, and his qi and spiritual power pulled the dozens of tung oil umbrellas.

In an instant, the tung oil umbrellas in the air "bang bang bang", with several rapid sounds, they closed one after another.

The young man held the plum blossom umbrella aloft, slowly and slowly, and turned his body around in the wind, raising a crystal splash of water.

The lightning flashed, illuminating the fast-flowing bluestone road, reflecting the dark and slightly bright road. The young man was erratic, his footwork was unpredictable, and he passed through more than a dozen umbrellas with his bare hands.

These more than ten black, white, blue, yellow, and red umbrellas swirled in a gust of wind that could shatter muscles and bones, like beautiful flowers full of murderous aura.

The young man took the tung oil umbrella in his hand and gave a thumbs up with his backhand. With one palm splitting the heavy night, the umbrella on the long street turned into a colorful foil for Luoying, slowly falling from the air.

As soon as the battle started, Xiao Sanlang and the other Kunshan disciples immediately withdrew a few feet away, for fear that the war would burn them.

Now I can't help but look up at the umbrella with a handle suspended in mid-air, and the boy holding a yellow tung oil umbrella, stepping on the night wind, and standing firmly in the wind.

But these people have only one goal, Lu Cixian, or the sword in Lu Cixian's hand, has no time to pay attention to them, which gives them the opportunity to watch the battle.

More than a dozen people besieged this one, but they didn't take it down? ! I heard that Lu Cixian is a body cultivator, but now it seems to be true.

Xiao Saburo looked in his eyes and covered the wound on his body that was still dripping blood. He only felt his heart sink and the back of his head shuddered.

So many people besieged him, but he didn't even see red, which shows how far Lu Cixian's body training has reached.

As for the other Kunshan disciples, they were completely stunned, stunned for half a second, and then suddenly realized in a hurry.

This is a fight at the gate of Kunshan! ! I have to come to the Anbu of the Awakening Hall! !

"Is this Lu Cixian?" a female cultivator asked stumblingly.

"I don't know, I'll have to look for it first." Another Kunshan disciple replied, hurriedly pulling out the jade slip in his hand.

Although I have never seen "Lu Cixian", but thinking about it with my feet, I know that Lu Cixian is being calculated! Or block at the gate of Kunshan, you have to find the world! The guests invited by the post sent by Kunshan are surrounded by the gate of Kunshan. Where does this put the whole face of Kunshan? !

"The mastermind is not you," he grabbed one of them's wrists and pushed him out. Lu Cixian asked calmly, "There must be other people behind you, who is it?"

The black robe didn't answer, and there was a little cold sweat on his forehead.

This Lu Cixian was a little more difficult than they and "that lord" imagined.

And Lu Cixian can't say how easy it is, there are too many people, although he seems to be able to do it with ease, but in fact most of it is bluffing, he can only dodge, can't counterattack, these people's purpose is to go to Wen Si to go all out, throwing the rat's weapon, For fear of breaking the sword in his arms, he naturally had scruples.

Now we can only hope...

The boy looked up at the dark sky.

I can only hope for "her".

"Someone fighting on Dingjiu Street?"

Yuan Liu glanced at the jade slip in his hand in shock.

Anbu disciple: "Sixth, are you going?"

Before Yuan Liu could answer, another deep, magnetic voice with a little smile came in.

Yuan Liu turned his head to look, the corners of his mouth could not help twitching, the eight-footed man just broke into a cold sweat: "Hall Master."

Ma Huaizhen nestled in a wheelchair and smiled with the corners of his lips lifted: "Go, why don't you go? A fight at the gate of Kunshan? This is to put our Kunshan's face on the ground and step on it."

"Where's Qiao Wan? Call her by the way."

According to what Lu Bihan said, Qiao Wan was not willing to stay at Yuqing Peak, so she might as well take this opportunity to transfer her out on business.

The Anbu disciple was also trembling in his heart, and quickly lowered his head to contact Qiao Wan and the other night watch disciples.

Half a minute later, the Anbu disciple's eyes widened: "Tang... Hall Master... Qiao Wan can't be reached?"

"Black Robe" was in a state of surprise, his eyes swept away, and he just caught a glimpse of the Kunshan disciple who was rushing to send messages. His eyes suddenly became a little fierce and ruthless, and he raised his hand to attract another tung oil umbrella, the tip of the umbrella pointed towards the Kunshan The disciple slammed into the chest.

"Bring it!"

Sister Kunshan, who was holding the jade slip, immediately widened her eyes and was stunned.

The speed of this tung oil umbrella was extremely fast. Seeing that this Kunshan disciple was about to be pierced, Xiao Sanlang secretly cried out in his heart, and subconsciously drew his sword and took a step to block the little girl.

Clang! !

Xiao Saburo looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

The red-faced tung oil umbrella, the tip of the umbrella was only an inch away from his throat.

And Lu Cixian didn't know when he came over in time, stepped on the red umbrella, "pressed" the umbrella to death and continued to move forward.

The young man looked sideways: "Go." One turned over, turned down from under the red umbrella again, and kicked the handle of the umbrella with his foot.

Only two short and rapid sounds of "bang" and "swipe" were heard, and the red umbrella opened its umbrella in the swirling swirling, breaking the rapid sound of wind and rain, sweeping away a few black robes that were chasing over.

Xiao Saburo was stunned, but he knew that this was not the time to speak, so he immediately took a few steps back to protect the little Kunshan girl behind him.

From behind, the girl exclaimed in surprise and curiosity: "This... this is Lu Cixian?!"

"Lu... Fellow Daoist Lu, don't be afraid!" One of the Kunshan disciples shouted, "We have already notified the World of the World!!"

Lu Cixian glanced at the Kunshan disciple, and his heart sank.

This matter involved the advent of the world. Not only would these people in front of him not let him go, it is estimated that these Kunshan disciples and this Xiao family would all be shot at the same time.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he could sense that the aura of the black robes in front of him suddenly changed, and the leader shouted angrily, "Stop them!!"

Now that no one can leave, Lu Cixian turned around and glanced at Wang Ruyi and the group of Kunshan disciples.

The Kunshan disciples also noticed that something was wrong, their expressions changed, and they subconsciously looked at the young man in front of him, Lu Cixian.

The boy said solemnly, "Let's go."

Just out of the ghost market, Wang Ruyizhu, who seldom saw the "human suffering" of "killing and grabbing treasures", asked ignorantly, "Where are you going?"

"Rush out first." Lu Cixian's answer was very neat and tidy: "Reconciliation with Wen Shitang."

Black Robe: "Stop him!!"

As soon as the words fell, his subordinates immediately formed a formation and rushed to meet them, trapping Lu Cixian, Xiao Sanlang and others in the encirclement!

Lu Cixian's expression remained calm.

Xiao Saburo didn't say a word, he couldn't help but glance at the young man in the pouring night rain.

Having been by Xiao Huan's side for a long time, he knew that his young master was a "little Mengchang" who was a hospitable supporter. It was not that he had not helped Xiao Huan to win over some young talents. Now, when he saw Lu Cixian, Xiao Sanlang felt a little in his heart. As soon as he moved, he subconsciously blurted out: "Fellow Daoist Lu, I am the servant of Xiao Huan, the young master of the Xiao family, and the young master of my family is on Dingjiu Street. If you trust me, I will take you to the young master for help."

Originally thinking of Xiao Huan's reputation, speaking out can always have some influence.

Unexpectedly, the expression on Lu Cixian's face still did not change much, and he only said: "You go first, I will break later."

In these two or three sentences, the encirclement has gradually closed.

Xiao Sanlang was a little confused about what Lu Cixian was thinking.

I didn’t say it was good, and I didn’t say it was bad, so I thought it was an agreement for now. I didn’t dare to delay any longer. I rushed out of the encirclement with a group of Kunshan disciples and the disciples of the Injustice Academy and ran all the way.

Although he had not waited for his young master for two hours, he knew where Xiao Huan was.

Xiao Huan will only be in one place, that is the Treasure Pavilion on "Dingjiu Street". Miss Mu's birthday is approaching. Nine times out of ten, her young master will go to choose a birthday present for Miss Mu.

The black robe immediately ordered: "Chase!" A flower suddenly appeared in front of him, and when he looked closely, the young man held the tung oil umbrella and smiled slightly: "Your opponent is me."

This smile, cold and low, can't hear much joy and anger.

I don't know why, Hei Paozi was all in his heart, and suddenly felt a little timid, but at this critical juncture, he had no time to think about it, so he could only bite the bullet, cool his face, and quickly divided his subordinates into two teams.

"Second, fourth, go after them."

"The third child and I stay here to deal with Lu Cixian."

The black robe looked at the young man in front of him with a burning gaze. He still didn't believe it. Hua Yanming, the eldest of the four "Fire Umbrella Yuling", and Zhang Bingcan, the third, couldn't take down the previous Lu Cixian!

The second floor of Jubao Pavilion.

It rained especially fast at night.

The guy in front of him looked at the "VIP" in front of him with trepidation, his tongue tingling for a while.

The most valuable things in Quanjubao Pavilion have been put here, and they have been picked here for more than two hours.

From the time this "guest" entered the door, until now, for two full hours, the interest has not diminished, and the selection is full of enthusiasm.

The young man in front of him, with black hair and golden rings, is graceful and luxurious.

After waiting for another stick of incense, seeing that the young man still hadn't given a letter of approval, the man finally couldn't bear it any longer, and asked cautiously, "This fellow Taoist, the best jewelry in our shop are all here, you see..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden loud noise, and several windows facing the street were shattered and torn apart.

This movement shocked the man and Xiao Huan to look up.

In the night rain outside the window, a familiar figure suddenly appeared.

Xiao Saburo turned over and fell to the ground, "Young Master!"

There is also a string of "tails" behind him.

His eyes fell on Xiao Saburo, who was in a state of embarrassment, Xiao Huan raised his head and glanced at the scene behind Xiao Saburo, put down the phoenix hairpin in his hand, and couldn't help smiling bitterly: "Sanlang, you will really cause me trouble. "