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Chapter 132 Tips
"If Pindao is not mistaken, the person just now should be Gan Chuan, the head catcher of Jinling from Qingquan County, right?
"He has already stepped into the dragon's blood level. Although Yan Xiaoyou is amazingly powerful, he may not be Gan Chuan's opponent alone. The two should help one or two.

"As for Poor Dao, since the imperial court has already caught up with him and there is such a commotion, we can't wait any longer. We need to activate the Four Waters Summoning Ghost Technique immediately."

Youshui Taoist said to Jian Shiba and Zhiyirenyiyao, but he didn't ask who Gan Chuan was following.

Jian Shiba and Zhi Zhi didn't say much, and jumped out of the hole in the wall.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, the scene imprinted in his eyes was Yan Ji grabbing Gan Chuan's leg in mid-air.

Compared with Yan Ji's huge arms that were several meters away, Gan Chuan was like a little pudding. Even though he was surrounded by the thick Kun Tu Zhen Qi, he couldn't break free from Yan Ji's arms immediately.

Boom! ! !
Gan Chuan was slammed to the ground by Yan Ji, and circles of air waves scattered gravel and dust.

"Ahem... good power..."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Gan Chuan slowly got up, but before he could finish speaking, a giant foot that lifted the sky fell from the sky and stepped him back into the pit.

"Too much nonsense. Seeing that you are not very resistant to beating, it seems that you have not been tempered into copper skin. Then don't blame your grandpa Yan for bullying the weak!"

Yan Ji laughed grimly, moved his right foot away, his right arm was surrounded by layers of black and red mist, and with a rumbling sound, the smoke and dust were scattered, and he grabbed Ganchuan.

Click!

A flash of lightning flashed high in the sky, and the rain became heavier.

Under the night rain, a semi-solid, translucent, mountain-like khaki-yellow giant palm condensed out of thin air, from bottom to top, and slammed on Yan Ji's right hand.

Kuntu gathers in the palm of the mountain!
The two giant palms, one black and one yellow, were deadlocked in the air for a while, and suddenly exploded with a loud noise.

dong dong dong dong! !

Yan Ji was so shaken that he backed up dozens of steps and crashed into two wooden houses before stopping.

At the same time, the khaki giant palm in midair also shattered and dissipated.

He frowned, glanced at the drooping right arm, grabbed the left shoulder with his left hand, pulled it hard, twisted it, broke it, and lifted it.

With just a click, the right shoulder joint returned to its original position.

"I didn't expect the method learned from that old dog Liao Wuji to be quite useful. Old thing, come again!" Yan Ji moved his shoulders, twisted his neck, his face was huddled with muscles, and he smiled ferociously, looking at Gan Chuan .

Gan Chuan's face was gloomy, his robes were torn, his skin had been split open, his flesh and blood were turned out, and blood kept oozing out.

At this time, everyone in the inn finally noticed the movement, reacted, and rushed out of the door one by one to check the movement.

But after just a glance, he immediately retracted his head, turned his head and fled into the distance.

No one dared to watch the battle, not even two returned to the inn.

"Miss Mu, there are two masters fighting outside, what do you think we should do?"

A rich middle-aged man wiped his sweat, rushed into Mu Xiaoyu's room panting, and gasped.

Mu Xiaoyu didn't answer the rich middle-aged man, but frowned slightly, looking out through the window at Yan Ji, Gan Chuan, and Jian Shiba and Zhi who were floating in the air.

"It's no wonder that the four qi and blood warriors were able to bear one of the disasters that my junior brother and I encountered during this trip.

"This man's fortune is huge and heavy, and he is darkly pregnant, so he should be a member of the imperial court.

"And the other person... huh? He could clearly see his luck before, so why is it all foggy now?"

Mu Xiaoyu first looked up at the top of Gan Chuan's head, and made a judgment.

Then she looked at the top of Yan Ji's head, and found that it was gray, as if something covered her eyes.

At this moment, a pair of huge black eyes were condensed from the black and red mist that enveloped Yan Ji, and they looked at Mu Xiaoyu, and exchanged glances with him instantly, a terrifying roar exploded in her mind.

"puff!"

Mu Xiaoyu closed his eyes, let out a muffled grunt, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Kneel down on one knee and cover the eyes that are constantly tingling with the right hand.

"Miss Mu, what's wrong with you?"

The rich middle-aged man turned pale with fright, and hurried forward to help the crumbling Mu Xiaoyu.

Mu Xiaoyu is a true disciple of Master Nine Yang of the Yin-Yang School, if something goes wrong, their entire Wu family will suffer accordingly.

Mu Xiaoyu pushed Wu Chan away, stood up with the edge of the window, "I'm fine, Wu Guanshi, you can find my junior brother."

"Miss Mu, are you really okay? Do you need me to find two people to take care of you?" Wu Chan asked carefully.

"Go!" Mu Xiaoyu scolded in a cold voice, and he couldn't help showing an aura that pressed Wu Chan on him, making his face turn pale.

"Yes, I will go find Mu Shaoxia immediately!"

Wu Chan answered and crawled out of the door.

After Wu Chan left, Mu Xiaoyu took out a black kit from his bosom, hesitated for a while, and finally chose to open it.

In the kit was a blank piece of paper with nothing written on it.

However, Mu Xiaoyu seemed to have expected it long ago and was not surprised.

Put the kit and white paper on the blood that he just spurted.

The white paper stained with blood instantly turned into a ball of white light, and the kit turned into a ball of black light.

Two balls of light, black and white, are entwined, turning into a yin and yang fish pattern and rotating.

"Disciple, since you have opened the first kit that my teacher gave you, then you must have encountered the first disaster of this trip, let me see what you have encountered?
"Teacher, say the first word that comes to your mind."

A gentle and magnetic voice came from the yin-yang fish pattern.

Mu Xiaoyu glanced out the window, and blurted out without thinking, "Rain!"

"Rain?" The voice in the yin-yang fish pattern paused for a moment, as if thinking about something, "I didn't expect you to encounter a calamity of your own destiny. As a teacher, I can't give you clear instructions, otherwise there will be variables in the calamity.

"I can only advise you, this catastrophe needs to listen to your brother's words, and you can't tell him about opening the kit."

After finishing speaking, the Yin-Yang fish pattern disappeared suddenly.

"Listen to my brother?" Mu Xiaoyu frowned even deeper, as if his stomach hurt, "Did Master make a mistake?

"Bah! How can I question the master? Since the master told me to listen to my brother in this calamity, there must be a reason."

……

In Shang Yunyue's room, a black figure carefully pried open the door and pushed in.

Shang Yunyue, who was looking out the window, was startled suddenly, and looked back suddenly.

"Who are you? Why did you break into the little girl's boudoir at night?"

Seeing someone coming, she didn't yell, but asked calmly.

Seeing Shang Yunyue's calm look, Mu Xiaoqing was slightly surprised, but soon smiled.

"Hey, this girl, Mu Xiaoqing, is a disciple of Master Nine Yang of the Yin Yang School. You should know the strong man outside the house, right?"

As he spoke, he pointed to Yan Ji who had fought Gan Chuan again outside the house, with envy on his face.

At the same time, weaving and sword eighteen also joined the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)