Broken Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Eighteen – Killer Catwalk

"What are you stunned for?"

A low voice sounded, but Yang Tianxing didn't even turn his head back and said angrily, "Just give me a break."

"Rest? Okay."

Hearing this voice, Yang Tianxing was stunned: "Huh?" Turning to look.

I saw a strong man standing on the top of the mountain. Just standing like this was like a high mountain standing between heaven and earth. His thick eyebrows were like two big swords. No matter how strong the mountain wind was, he couldn't make him frown.

"There is news from Chaoxia Palace that Wanqianhong's direct disciples have already set off for the south. What's more, they imitated the style of Yunfu and walked to the Southern Imperial City in the south."

"I thought about it, this is a very dangerous but quite good experience. From the north to the south, there will be a lot of dangers, and the information is not deliberately hidden. There will also be many people who are eyeing them, wanting to go on the way. Attack and kill. But because of the forces behind it, the person who shoots will not be too strong.”

"You are also ready to leave, heading to the south."

Yang Tianxing opened his mouth wide: "Walking? How long will it take?"

"It's about half a year, if it goes well. Anyway, it's enough to arrive before Yunfu accepts the apprentice." For this kid, he really has no ability to teach. Every time he wanted to pretend to be a strict father to teach him a lesson, this kid was very clever. Either he asked his own brothers, or he directly asked his mother to support him, making his teeth itch with hatred.

Since he doesn't have the ability to teach, let the experience of Hong Chen make him grow.

The more he thought about it, Yang Xia felt very satisfied.

As for danger?

Cultivators travel all the way, like walking against the sky, how can it not be dangerous?

When he was in the first palace, he had already been to the **** front and tore down with the cultivators in the south.

After speaking, Yang Xia left with satisfaction, leaving Yang Tianxing stunned.

Just sold yourself?

At this moment, he hated that direct disciple of Palace Master Chaoxia!

Don't get caught by me!

Yang Tianxing gritted his teeth, his face full of resentment!

…………

at night.

The night in Nanhuang City is quite quiet, except for some streets that never sleep or fireworks.

And the lakeside cottage where Xu Yan lived was even more so.

For some people, such a beautiful and peaceful environment is quite precious.

But for the vast majority of people who live in Nanhuangcheng, they don't like this kind of tranquility.

Nanhuangcheng is the imperial city in the south. In the concentrated powers of the entire south, families and noble children, their time to haunt is at night. What they love is the lavish nightlife, not the seclusion of the world. If you really love people in remote areas, you will not live in Nanhuangcheng.

Regardless of Xuexing, Hehong and other cities, they are closer to nature than Nanhuang City.

Therefore, if anyone lives in Nanhuangcheng, most of them like to live in a lively place on the street, so Xu Yan can buy such a large courtyard at a cheap price.

But in contrast, the lakeside hut where Xu Yan was located had no mansions around it, so it was very deserted.

This is a very convenient place for some conscientious people.

…………

A man stood quietly on top of the fence.

It's just that his steps are very light, and he can't hear any footsteps between walking.

He has a great reputation, but most people don't know his true appearance. Because most people died after seeing him. He is the famous killer: the catwalk.

This name is his own.

Correctly speaking, he is not from the south, but from the north.

His feet were also engraved into the palace with the [three-eyed civet].

Into the pattern, it is also a pattern [Moon Walk] created by a tattoo artist countless years ago, inspired by the three-eyed civet.

In addition to making him walk silently, there are many other magical effects and powers. It is also the fundamental reason why he can become a famous killer in the south. In his eyes, to assassinate a young man who has not yet broken through in the Xiantian Palace in his own capacity is simply overkill.

He secretly said in his heart, "It's just that you offended someone who shouldn't be offended."

Whoosh.

Inaudible voice.

The catwalk standing on the wall facing the moonlight had disappeared and disappeared into the lakeside hut.

 …

Far away in Pingnan City.

Murong Yan, who was wearing a white robe, was holding a volume of medical books in her hand, and her face showed a complicated look.

At the same time, a voice came from outside the paper door: "Master, do you want to see me?"

"come in."

The door was pushed open, and the person who walked in was Murong Jie, a genius doctor of the Murong family, who was also imprisoned by Lan Zha for three years. As soon as he came in, he respectfully greeted Murong Yan: "I have seen Master."

Murong Yan shook her head and put the Chinese medicine book on the desk: "Have you read the medical book written by Ping Laoguai?"

Murong Jie's expression also became solemn: "Have you read it, is it the [Fengwen Patching Palace]?"

Murong Yan nodded and sighed: "Pingzhi is indeed a geek in the medical way. He has researched the power of these seal patterns to repair the six palaces. This medical book is enough to be included in the long history of medical way. A legendary work."

Speaking of which, Murong Jie looked a little weird. There are complexities, but more jealousy and resentment: "At the end of the medical book, it is written that he was inspired by his own disciples."

Murong Yan shook her head and chuckled: "It's that kid named Xu, that kid is really capable of tossing around, and he made Nanhuang City all over the city. And I really don't know where he got a place in the outer sect of Yunfu. ." Having said that, he glared at Murong Jie: "If you hadn't been grounded, you would have already reported to the outer gate of Yunfu!"

Murong Jie hurriedly said respectfully, "It's the frivolous disciple."

Soon, he said again: "Master, is there really no way to deal with that Xu Yan?"

A mocking smile appeared on Murong Yan's face.

For the early rise of the heroic confrontation, he paid a lot. He was only one step away from being defeated by Xu Yan, how could he not hate it?

"That kid, I shouldn't survive this night."

"As I said, I have a lot of connections in the Southern Imperial City. I finally sent the [Cat Walk]."

Hearing the name of the catwalk, Murong Jie's expression also changed: "Catwalk?"

Catwalk is one of the famous killers in the south, and the most amazing record among them is the assassination of a tattoo artist who is half-stepped in the Hundred Patterns Realm!

The ten-pattern realm corresponds to the tattoo artist's three palace realm, and the tattoo artist in the half-step Hundred Stripes realm, strictly speaking, if he launches a powerful natal pattern, the attack power is already equivalent to that of the tattoo artist in the fourth palace realm.

Even so, he still died at the hands of Catwalk in the Three Palaces.

Head-to-head confrontation is not what Catwalk is good at, assassination is his most powerful means!

Thinking of this, Murong Jie still had a worried look on his face: "It's just that Zuo Chengzhe, the young master of the Zuo family, has been following that kid for a long time... Even if it is a catwalk, he may not succeed." The peers are all excellent.

Murong Yan smiled: "That kid doesn't know if he is courting death or what. He moved out of Zuo's house and lives alone. No one can keep him anymore." Murong Jie finally showed happiness when he heard the words: "This is great. , that scourge is finally about to die.”

Murong Yan glanced at him from the corner of her eyes: "Don't pay too much attention to the dead man. You are my apprentice, and you have very high requirements. Even if you may not be able to step into the realm of divine medicine in the future, you have to step into the realm of grandmasters."

Murong Jie said respectfully, "I will live up to the expectations of the Master."

Murong Yan then waved his hand in satisfaction: "Let's step back."