Chapter 162

The man on the right has a thin face and few eyes. He stood very quietly in front of the dilapidated Pavilion, the lake wind and waves on the far shore, the shouting noise of the white bat downtown, the anger of the prison killing group... Everything, with his appearance, sank into a very "quiet" artistic conception.

Ren Xian raised his hand, wrapped his three fingers and squeezed out a handprint.

The people felt that the heaven and earth in front of the pill Zhai suddenly sank. The blood light of the five dangang magic subduing ruler subsided and the killing opportunity disappeared. They fell together and fell to the ground without movement.

In the noon sun, the young man was wearing a dazzling snow-white Taoist robe, but the whole person was like an empty shadow, which seemed to disperse at any time.

After a long time, whispers came from the crowd.

"That's Ren Xian, the 12th in the list of green immortals!"

"Before he made a move, he shocked five masters of the prison killing regiment. It is said that his real strength has long been ranked in the top nine or even higher of the green immortal list. It is true!"

"The second person of Xingtian Taoist society, with the title of five grades, is second only to major Marshal Sima. Are you kidding?"

Gradually, people's eyes moved away from Ren Xianji's quiet figure and fell to one side, like a majestic and burly man with towering mountains.

At noon, the temperature rose, and the man with a thick beard turned his head and swept the onlookers intentionally or unintentionally. He grinned, showing his snow-white teeth and a bright smile.

On the contrary to Ren Xian, who was almost quiet to the extreme, Sima Wuji was like a raging fire, wild, heroic and full of vitality, as if the day of the middle heaven had come to the earth.

All the monks around showed awe. Chen Luo's face was cold, and young master Ning Er no longer looked arrogant and dodged his eyes.

In the Apocalypse capital, everyone knows what kind of bloody rain is hidden under Sima Wuji's seemingly brilliant smile.

The four sons of Apocalypse capital, except the one who is the leader, there are three left, which are almost indistinguishable.

"Chen Luo, Ning Er, you two are so idle." Sima Wuji said.

Chen Luo said with a strong head: "young commander is not very idle."

"Ha ha." Sima Wuji looked up and laughed. Suddenly, he glanced at Chen Luo coldly: "it's none of your business!"

Chen Luo turned pale and opened his mouth, looking embarrassed.

Ignoring Chen Luo and young master Ning Er, Sima Wuji turned to five law enforcement friars and said faintly, "you can go back."

The head of the black robed law enforcement Friar's face was stiff. Yu Guang glanced at Luo Chuan with a hundred reluctance in his heart.

As a law enforcer of the prison killing regiment, he is dignified and can make ordinary six grade Taoist officials flatter. But if he offended Sima Wuji, nine times out of ten he would never see the sun tomorrow.

In Ren Xian's cold eyes, the black robed law enforcement friar leaned slightly and turned around to leave.

"The emperor's grace is vast. You are authorized to supervise the Apocalypse capital and perform the responsibility of supervising and killing on behalf of the emperor. You just left, but you want to live up to the emperor's grace?"

Jiao Didi's voice came from the crowd, and Chen Luo's face was happy.

"Wang Xin'er?" Sima Wuji looked at the girl.

"I've seen Young Marshal."

The girl leaned over to Sima Wuji, smiled and walked to Chen Luo.

Luo Chuan remembers this woman. On that day, in the suburbs of apocalypse, it was this woman who provoked the incident.

"Young Marshal, you're wrong." Wang xiner snuggled up in Chen Luo's arms and blinked his big eyes: "Marshal Sima's mansion is a senior official for generations. He is also in charge of the five extremes of the great Xia Dynasty. The emperor is gracious. As the head of Xing Tian, Young Marshal Sima should set an example. How can he violate the ban of the great Xia Dynasty in public? If someone with a heart knows that it is passed to his Majesty's ears and his majesty blames him, what can he do if Xing Tian Dao society loses Marshal Sima and the dragons have no head?"

"What a clever mouth. Chen Luo, you have such a wife. Why do you want your husband?" Sima Wuji said with a smile.

Chen Luo's face is ugly. Sima Wuji is praising Wang Xin on the surface. The implication is that he is incompetent and not as good as a woman.

"But Xin'er was wrong." Sima Wuji smiled: "he Luochuan is a member of our Xingtian Taoist society. He just joined ten days ago. He has the title of six grades. What can he do even if he injures several supervisory friars. Chen Luo, you set up a bureau to frame him and offend me Xingtian, have you thought about the consequences?"

While talking, Sima Wuji turned to Luo Chuan with a warm smile in his eyes. This implied that he should always understand what I mean no matter how he likes it or not. If he wants to live today, he can only join Xing Tian.

"Young Marshal..." Chen Luo's face changed slightly. Before he finished, he was interrupted by Sima Wuji's sneer.

"Get out! What are you? You're just a seventh grade. You can't rank in the top six of the Tianxing Taoist society. There's really no one in the Chen family Taoist house to push you out to support the scene. What qualifications do you have to talk to me? If you dare to be wordy again, don't blame me for not giving me face."

Chen Luo's face turned red and he was silent like a cold cicada, but his heart was filled with bitterness. Sima Wuji took advantage of his frame against Luo Chuan to subdue Luo Chuan. With Sima Wuji's means, there was no lack of shrewdness in his bullying. Ninety nine percent of Luo Chuan would be loyal to Xing Tian. Lord Ning knew that it was necessary to scold him again.

Just then, Wang xiner suddenly smiled and walked forward two steps: "young commander, calm down. Before xiner came here, she went to the ninghou farewell hospital to ask for something with Xuan everyone."

As soon as the three words of Xuan everyone came out, the faces of the onlookers changed slightly, but they were all afraid.

Ren Xian's calm eyes flashed a trace of vigilance. When he looked at Sima Wuji, he saw Sima Wuji's face was expressionless, but Wang xiner's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Wang xiner's heart jumped wildly, lowered her head and took out a cyan jade Jue from her arms.

Sima Wuji was stunned. His eyes became relaxed and more tender. He murmured, "this was picked for her by my handsome hand before Miss Xuan..."

"Xin'er still remembers that the Young Marshal said that seeing jade is like seeing people..." Wang Xin'er said carefully.

"For such a small matter, you should give it to others... How much you hate me." Sima Wuji looked up and laughed, clenched his fist, and his laughter could not hide his loneliness.

Wang xiner was silent and did not dare to say anything, but she was very proud in her heart.

"Young Marshal, I don't blame you for that." Ren Xian said.

Sima Wuji stopped laughing, looked at the jade and said faintly, "Ren Xian, let's go."

No one was surprised. As early as Wang xiner said the word "proclaim everyone", many monks had guessed the end.

Seeing jade is like seeing people, proclaiming that Sima Wuji retreated from the place where everyone went.

Four years ago in the Apocalypse capital, in front of ninghou Daofu, Sima Wuji smiled at the woman's back and said. After that day, Xuan everyone moved into the other courtyard of ninghou road mansion. Since then, he hasn't stepped out of the other courtyard.

The next year, xingtiandao society and tianxingdao society officially went to war, and both sides madly absorbed Tiannan friars. Up to now, more than 1000 aristocratic family CHILDES above Jiupin, more than 200 above liupin and half a hundred above Sanpin have been involved in this struggle.

When the immortal childe in the Apocalypse capital was angry, it was more than a river of blood. In the Apocalypse capital, the childe and young lady are dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, and indulge wantonly. But outside the great Xia Dynasty, nine medium-sized countries have changed their dynasties, and the small countries with broken mountains and rivers are close to hundreds.

Seeing Sima Wuji turn and leave, the monks around sighed in their hearts.

The overall situation has been decided. In the end, the Tianxing Taoist society won the secret battle.

"Tianxing Taoist society, seven titles... Chen Luo, is this all your cards?"

The silence in the long street was broken.

Sima Wuji frowned slightly, stopped and looked at Luo Chuan who didn't speak until this time.

As calm as before, but he seems to have a different temperament.

Over the years, Sima Wuji had a strange feeling in his heart and a ridiculous idea flashed through his mind.

Is Luo Chuan sure that he will come forward, use himself to force out all the cards of Chen Luo, inquire about the details of the two Taoist societies, quietly ponder and weigh... It's like a thunder Eagle hiding in the dark and ready to go.

No way. Even if he really has this idea, where is his card? I think too much.

Sima Wuji shook his head.

Perhaps it was a woman's intuition. Something was wrong in Wang xiner's heart. Jiao stared at the law enforcement friar: "what a fool! Don't do it quickly."

The black robed friar no longer hesitated, fiercely gritted his teeth, raised the magic subduing ruler high, and Dan Gang rushed out, just like an ice ruler across the long street, falling from the sky and splitting into Luochuan.

Luo Chuan moved. In the blink of an eye, Luo Chuan avoided Dan Gang, crossed the long street and appeared in front of Chen Luo.

So fast!

Sima has no disease and his pupils shrink.

"You..." Chen Luo was numb.

Luo Chuan appeared too fast. He said he would do it without warning.

Although Chen Luo is the second level of true Dan and his accomplishments during the period of condensing Dan, when he found that the situation was wrong, it was too late to condense the body protecting Dan Sha!

Boom!

The voice that made people cold echoed in the long street.

Chen Luo's bodyguard Dan Sha was smashed by Luo Chuan's fist, his bodyguard Taoist robe was torn apart, his sternum was all broken, and he curled up like a shrimp and fell to the ground in pain.

Boom!

The floor tiles of the long street were smashed, and Chen Luo's body was almost embedded in the ground.

"Bold!"

"Die!"

Five law enforcement friars drank furiously, picked up the demon subduing pestle and split at Luochuan.

Dan Gang just fell half way and suddenly stopped.

Sima Wuji and Ren Xian looked at the object in Luo Chuan's hand. Their body was shocked and their face suddenly changed.

A golden dragon like brilliance rose from Luochuan's palm, rocked up and smashed Dan Gang, just like a golden pillar rising from heaven to earth, straight into the sky! Five law enforcement friars were also severely hit and flew out, with their heads blown out and their heads broken and bleeding.

The wind and cloud changed suddenly, and the wind rose everywhere.

Dang!

From a distance, the bell rang in the Imperial City under the purple and golden cloud haze.

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

The bell reverberated up and down the Apocalypse capital. It was vast and thick. It didn't stop until five times.

In front of the Imperial Palace, there is a ten thousand Dynasty treasure clock.

When Emperor Xia went out, the bell rang nine times.

The bell rang seven times in the hall of the national teacher.

When the guru came, the bell rang five times.

In addition, even the Taoist officials of grade one and grade two can't trigger the bell.

The long street is silent, as still as dead water.

The monks looked at the Dragon amulet in Luo Chuan's hand, which represented the identity of master Sanpin Tiannan.