Chapter 1839： Count your bad luck

"Chief, if we say that we are at home, there will be no one who is bold enough to tell the truth about the Dao Dao?

This kind of thing is not a person's business, it has to be involved in the same vein. "

"Not bad."

"Although this corpse has the aura of Dao Mantra, it is only similar, perhaps some kind of similar fairy art?"

"It is necessary to figure it out."

The saint masters of Yanjia discussed with each other and ignored the three people at all.

A touch of anger appeared on Xun'er's face, "Leng Bufan died in the hands of your Yanjia. Now your Yanjia is shirking responsibility?"

The discussion gradually stopped.

A sage master of the language family looked up and down Xun'er, and suddenly smiled: "You are Zhao Xun'er of the Zhao family in the Primordial God Realm, right?"

"Not bad."

Zhao Xun'er nodded.

"Your Zhao family has made a lot of limelight in the second area some time ago, but... a family that doesn't even have six powers, why dare to speak insultingly in our language?"

The famous utterance master smiled, "I don't think you should have a mouth."

"not good!"

Cold Storage Feng's expression changed, and he subconsciously wanted to stop in front of Zhao Xun'er, but it was too late.

The power of Dao Mantra had already acted on Zhao Xun'er, and her mouth slowly closed until it disappeared.

After losing his mouth, his original good looks became very strange and weird.

"really……"

There was a deep worry on Yun'er's face.

Her worries have come true.

The Yan family will not give Leng Jia much face at all.

Zhao Xun'er touched his mouth, his eyes gradually showed a touch of fright.

"calm."

Frozen Feng said through a message, and then he looked at the chief of Yanjia, "Chief Yan, we are here today, just to ask for an explanation for the death of my brother, is your Yanjia hospitality like this?"

"First of all, you are not the guests of our Yanjia, and secondly, this woman's words are indeed biased."

Chief Yan smiled, "It was just a little lesson, and in three days, she will be back to her original state."

"..."

Refrigerated Feng was speechless.

Three days after Zhao Xun'er heard it, she would recover, and her heart was relieved, she was no longer so afraid, but that kind of anger was still hard to suppress, so she could only endure it hard.

"You tell me everything you know, and I'm also very curious about who can use celestial arts similar to our Taoist Dao Mantra. I will personally investigate this matter thoroughly."

Chief Yan continued.

"Chief Yan, the one who made the shot, isn't it really yours?"

A faint suspicion flashed in the eyes of Cold Storage Feng.

The other party has always denied it, and it does not seem to be false.

As far as he knows, the people in the experts are very arrogant. If you really do such a thing, you won't deny it directly.

"If my family did it, he would not leave you the slightest clue."

Chief Yan looked at the corpse of the eighth king and smiled lightly:

"Restore as before."

The next moment, Wang Ba's body changed back to its original appearance, and cold storage Feng saw a flash of heartache in his eyes.

The younger brother, who was still alive, became a corpse in an instant. Although the casualties in the Profound Sky Territory were normal, he still couldn't accept it.

"Your hatred, brother will help you avenge."

Cold Storage Feng vowed secretly in his heart.

Afterwards, he read out the scene in the Fate Soul Orb and let the Holy Master of Yan Family and the others read it together.

"Who is this person?"

Yan chief frowned slightly.

"I have been to the Mission Hall, and I heard that this person claims to be from the immortal world, but the origin of this method must be lying."

Refrigerate the front road.

"Order to go down, find this person, and see where his methods are inherited."

Chief Yan said lightly.

"Yes."

A sage master nodded slightly, and then left the hall.

"This time you come to the door to question our narrator for no reason, and you should also bear a little price, so you can get out of here."

Chief Yan spoke again.

The cold storage front and the three were furious in an instant. The next moment, an irresistible force fell on them, and they rolled out from the place to the door of the Yan family uncontrollably.

When the passers-by outside the gate saw this, they stopped one after another, a little surprised.

"That's Leng's cold storage front, right?"

"Why got out of Yan's house?"

"Did they offend the Yanjiao? The martial arts camp dare to offend the Immortal Dao camp's Yanjiao? You are too courageous!"

"Zang Feng, they, they deceive people too much!"

Zhao Xun'er was very embarrassed. Although she had no mouth, she was still able to transmit her voice and her voice was angry.

Yun'er had a slightly better temper, stood up blankly, tidyed up her clothes, and said nothing.

Cold Storage Feng gently patted the dirt on his body, then turned and left with Leng Bufan's body.

"Let's go."

...

The glacier world, Floating Cloud City.

Su Han's eyes were white, snow was everywhere, and snowflakes were still falling in the sky.

The temperature here is very low, the kind of gas that turns into ice, but for the martial artist, it can still bear it.

He stood on the top of a mountain more than 20 miles away from Floating Cloud City, and looked at the situation in Floating Cloud City through the purple magic pupil.

Floating Cloud City is one of the settlements of the Moya camp. After arriving here, Su Han knew what the fighters of the Moya camp looked like.

The Mo Crow clan is somewhat similar to the Yao Clan, like a big bird standing upright, with a crow-like head against it, and ink-like feathers all over it.

"The saints are the most, and the saints are the second. The saints do have three, and they seem to be working together to refine a magic weapon.

The information is the same as the one given by Xiancheng. "

After observing for half an hour, Su Han turned into a Moya tribe, entered Floating Cloud City, and walked towards the place where the three Moya tribe saint masters were.

The journey was unimpeded, and no one noticed Su Han's disguise. He smoothly came to the place where the three Moya Sage Lords were.

But when he set foot here, suddenly there were golden patterns on the ground that began to flicker. Soon, these patterns turned into a cage, and Su Han was locked up.

The three Moya clan holy masters who were originally refining the Dayan magic weapon slowly walked out. In addition to the three of them, seven other holy masters also slowly walked out of the corner.

The seven holy masters didn't know what means they used to hide themselves, causing Su Han to use the purple magic pupil to not see their existence.

"This is a trap. How did they discover my identity?"

A look of contemplation flashed in Su Han's eyes, and he did not panic. He just looked at the Moya Clan saint masters faintly, calculated the strength gap between the two sides, and predicted the next actions.

"It's my own."

"But he is a foreigner, he will be treated as a hostile camp, and he will be killed together to divide his origin."

"Also."

The ten saint masters of the Moya tribe began to communicate in front of Su Han. After a few breaths, one of the Moya saints looked at Su Han faintly, and said: "Sorry, we are used to fish this trap. No matter who gets the bait, we will kill them all, count your luck. not good."