Liu Chan's clothes were luxurious, but his interior furnishings were simple.
When Ling Muyun and Brother Ye entered, it was indeed a bit unexpected.
"They are all gifts from believers, nothing unusual. Mr. Ling, please don't laugh at them."
After Liu Chan said this, he continued to introduce:
"These two are friends from the Western Regions, Tong Dan and Tong Shuang."
Only then did Ling Muyun realize that the pair of Longyang lovers he had met at the inn were actually brothers of Yi Nai.
Fortunately, they have different looks, otherwise, even in Dajin, it would be difficult to say that someone would poke their backs.
"I've met two fellow Taoists."
Ling Muyun's clasping hands did not receive a response, but instead he was ridiculed: "If the seven Zoroastrian gods knew that cats and dogs would enter the inner room, they would probably stop protecting Liu Li."
Brother Ye was about to speak, but was stopped by Ling Muyun: "We are ashamed of ourselves, but we still hope that our two Taoist friends will be honest."
Tong Dan was obviously aggressive and took a step forward: "Well, at least there is some etiquette."
"I have something unclear, and I would like to ask fellow Taoist for advice." Ling Muyun was still polite.
"Tell me, I will teach you."
"I am also in the Western Region, and I know a lot about the customs and customs, but I don't know what kind of animals can breed with each other?"
Tong Dan smiled.
It seems that he has long been accustomed to this kind of ridicule: "There is nothing I can do about it. My brother and I have a spiritual connection and love each other. It is common for us to envy others."
"Oh! I heard that crows and pigs don't dislike each other."
Tong Dan didn't expect that Ling Muyun would be so stubborn and his words would be so unpleasant.
Comparing him and Tong Shuang to a black pig and a crow, his anger turned into sarcasm:
"Ling Muyun doesn't hesitate to speak, for fear of dying in misfortune."
"Okay, Mirror Spirit, from Liang Yin, Zhang Dayu to Faxian, when did you kill me?"
Ling Muyun's implication is that the spirit of the mirror always ends with hatred.
Talking about people exposes their shortcomings, killing people hurts their hearts.
"Today, you will definitely die." Tong Dan finished speaking, his eyes twinkling.
Liu Chan interjected with a wry smile: "You are all my distinguished guests. Why don't you put aside the war for a while? I will make an appointment with Mr. Ling today..."
"Who do you think you are!" Liu Chan's words were interrupted by Tong Shuang: "Let Liu Li say this to me, and I'll give him a penny!"
It's okay for the Tong brothers to be harsh when they talk, but they just don't give Liu Chan face, which Ling Muyun didn't expect.
"alright!"
The sudden sound interrupted the quarrel between several people.
Ling Muyun followed the sound and looked, and another person walked in outside. He looked sick, but he looked quite handsome.
"Capture Zuo Envoy!" Liu Chan bowed first.
The Tong brothers didn't speak, but they obviously stopped talking due to the identity of the visitor.
"Ling Muyun?"
"I'm polite." Ling Muyun cupped his fists and saluted, then asked, "Dare I ask..."
"Capture Ah Sheng! The left envoy of the Fire Worship Cult, Master Yuntai is my master."
Ling Muyun was shocked.
The Zoroastrian invitation is more complicated than imagined.
I originally thought that Liu Chan and the Tong brothers were threatening and intimidating, and they would not fight, they would just be conciliatory.
Unexpectedly, a captive Ah Sheng appeared out of thin air.
"Is it for the flag of the Four Fire Gods? Or is it for revenge for Qi Ke'er? Both?"
Ling Muyun was thinking secretly, but he never made the connection between Prisoner A Sheng and Prisoner Si.
"Long admire!"
"You who have admired me for a long time, I asked Deputy Cult Master Liu to invite you here for the purpose of the flag of the Four Fire Gods." Prisoner Asheng said: "My master was very angry and asked me to come here to ask for it."
Most of the money paid on the battlefield must be redeemed in equal amounts, but there seems to be no further explanation for the idea of capturing Ah Sheng.
Ling Muyun did not answer his words, but pretended to be dumbfounded and said: "I have never seen this thing before, but I would like to pay attention to it as a captive Taoist friend."
"Well! I knew it wasn't that simple." Prisoner Asheng shook his head and pretended to be helpless: "My master said that when we ask for the flag of the Four Fire Gods, we also need people. I thought it was unnecessary, but now I see Come on, Master is still Master, there is no telling."
Having said this, no matter how stupid Ling Muyun is, he knows that there is nothing good to do here.
In unison with Brother Ye, he ducked out of the inner room.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Ling Muyun hit a barrier.
"Young Master Ling, I'm so rude!" Liu Chan said with a sense of guilt: "This is a Zoroastrian defensive formation, named Zhuque Fentian. If Young Master Ling doesn't have the cultivation level of a great master, don't waste too much energy."
The prisoner Ah Sheng and the Tong brothers followed out, knowing that Ling Muyun and the others would not be able to break the formation for a while, so they jumped to the roof without any hesitation and looked at the two of them with a joking look on their faces.
The spirit of the mirror knows Ling Muyun's cultivation level.
But he never saw Brother Ye take action.
"Boom!"
With one punch, the ground shook and the formation cracked.
"Damn, why is it different from what you said?" Piao Asheng blamed.
"How do I know that Ling Muyun is so virtuous and capable that he has such an attendant? There was no such thing before."
After Tong Dan finished speaking, he hugged Tong Shuang into his arms and comforted her softly.
"Boom!"
Another punch and the formation was broken.
Suzaku Fentian is not too weak.
However, this formation has a drawback. After it is activated, the power of fire must be continuously injected to stimulate the Suzaku in the formation to fight the enemy.
At that time, the formation will be filled with flames and the red birds will be dancing wildly. No matter how powerful you are, it will turn into nothingness.
The number of masters who died in the Suzaku Burning Sky Formation can be counted in one palm.
"Master!"
Brother Ye gave Ling Muyun a look.
"Let's go!" Ling Muyun said decisively.
We don’t know the strength of our opponent and we are on the road, so we are too passive.
Especially when capturing Ah Sheng and using some weird formation flags, the outcome is uncertain.
It is better to avoid its sharp edges and take a long-term approach.
"Let's go?" After the captive Ah Sheng finished speaking, he was already in the south of the hall.
Looking at other directions, the Tong brothers stood in the east and west, and Liu Chan stood in the north.
A siege was formed.
"superior!"
Ling Muyun explored the path with thunder in his palm.
Thanks to Liu Ziji's guidance, in an instant, dozens of palm thunder jumped in the air and attacked Liu Chan.
In Ling Muyun's view, Liu Li's level was only around the seventh level, so Liu Chan was naturally the weakest among the four.
Can be easily handled.
When the thunder in his palm arrived, Liu Chan just waved his sleeves and scattered all the lightning.
"Master Ling, I am the deputy leader just because my unlucky father is the leader. It does not mean that my cultivation level is lower than his." Liu Chan touched his bald head and continued: "Spear of Judgment!"
When Liu Li used this trick, he also prayed, but Liu Chan only said four words.
A golden spear hung above his head.
As the spear appeared, Ling Muyun felt a thrill that he had not seen for a long time.
Second Brother Ye ducked in front of Ling Muyun, staring at the Spear of Judgment, with the same vigilance in his eyes: "Young Master, if you take this spear, I'm afraid that when we meet again, we won't know how long it has been."
"Huh?" Ling Muyun was startled and said hurriedly: "I'll pick you up!"
"Sir, the power of this spear is extraordinary. I have to use all my strength to take it." Brother Ye then said, "Do you remember what I said about the upper realm?"
Ling Muyun's mind was spinning and he asked: "Tongtianya?"
"As fast as a few breaths, as slow as an hour, Prince Ji will be able to tell."
"I want to try to see what magic this Spear of Judgment has!" Ling Muyun ducked in front of Brother Ye.
He didn't want Brother Ye to leave.
"Why fight? Since you want to die so much, I will help you!"
As soon as Capture Asheng finished speaking, a black energy shot up into the sky with a little bit of blue fire, and suddenly, it turned into a fire dragon with a dragon roar.
Great master!
