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- Da Chong Mu Tiansi, similar to the Jinyiwei, the sticky pole, and the Iron Wing Guard, has the right to supervise all officials of the court and martial arts in the world.
Knowing that those people are Mu Tiansi's spies, Qiye certainly doesn't need to talk nonsense.
It's impossible for Mu Tiansi to leave such a dangerous person like him alone, it doesn't matter whether he says it or not, the other party will come to him.
It's just that Mu Tiansi's people were much more patient than he expected, and they waited until the setting sun subsided, the dark night engulfed the earth, lanterns were hung high on the street, and the bright red light swayed, Qiye sensed the arrival of a group of people .
Boom!
With a crisp sound, ripples appeared in the void, and the invisible sound waves spread to several streets like flowing water, making these bustling streets instantly silent, and everyone fell into a sleepless sleep.
Even people who are still walking on the street still maintain the movement of stepping, but their bodies are stiff and upright, motionless.
The street vendors by the road, the diners in the inn restaurant, the prodigal son in the flower house and many beautiful women all seemed to have been immobilized and turned into wooden figures. The scene was extremely strange.
Outside Qiye's guest room, there was a knock on the door, followed by a deep voice: "Da Chongmu Tiansi Zhan Antong, come to pay a visit to Sword Lord!"
This person's words were considered polite, but following the word 'paying a visit', the door buzzed and trembled, as if a bee flapped its wings. After a shock, it disintegrated and turned into dust and fell down.
Seven nights in the room sat at the table and looked up.
A slender figure appeared at the door, wearing a costume embroidered with clouds, holding an embroidered brocade handkerchief in one hand, covering his mouth and nose, fanning away the dust with the other hand, and stepped into the room.
The Lord of Mu Tiansi, Zhan Antong, the most trusted right-hand man of King Da Chong, is also the sharpest knife in his hand.
There are many Jianghu gangs and powerful families in Yuanzhou, even if they just hear Zhan Antong's name, their faces will change color with fright.
But Qiye glanced at him, and saw that his face was as white as paper, giving people a delicate feeling that he had not recovered from a long illness. Zhan Antong's appearance also had a kind of feminine delicacy.
Immediately Qiye looked at Zhan Antong's waist.
There is a small bell hanging there.
Ordinary bells naturally couldn't attract his attention. Qiye felt spiritual fluctuations on this bell, and there was a faint sense of ecstasy.
Reminiscent of the crisp ringing and the abnormality outside, I have some guesses about the function of this bell.
Zhan Antong raised his delicate eyebrows and was also watching Qiye's every move.
Naturally, he did not come alone. Outside this inn, there were also a group of secret agents of Mu Tiansi. The number was not large, but each of them was a master who could act on his own.
Walking calmly to Qiye, Zhan Antong grabbed a chair and sat opposite Qiye.
"The name of Sword Lord, Zhan has often been mentioned by people these days. Your Excellency has become famous so quickly, it really makes Zhan feel ashamed, and has to admit that he is old, old!"
Zhan Antong was delicate and tender, with a smile on his wrinkle-free face, and sighed softly.
"It's overrated." Qiye said lightly.
Zhan Antong shook his head, with a smile on his face: "Zhan doesn't like to praise others, and always only tells the truth. Your Excellency is indeed a genius in the world!"
His eyes were drooping, and his thin lips looked a little sharp: "It's just that your excellency is too good at causing trouble. Wherever you go, there will be big troubles. Nan Feiyun, Master Yunshui, Jian Chi"
Zhan Antong whispered one name after another, with a smile on his face, but it was not warmth, but a biting coldness.
Qiye still looked calm: "So what do you want to say?"
"Zhan just wants to tell you one thing." Zhan Antong chuckled and said, "No matter what purpose you have in coming to Song, Mu Tiansi doesn't welcome people like you."
Qiye said: "So you wanted to drive me away."
Zhan Antong waved his hand and said with a chuckle: "It would be too impolite to say 'hurry up', and it is not in line with my great demeanor. It should be said that I invite you to leave."
Qiye said: "What if I don't want to go?"
Zhan Antong paused when he heard the words, raised his eyes slowly, met Qiye's eyes, and said with a faint smile: "Your Excellency is young and has a bright future. It is best not to do such a thing that embarrasses Zhan."
Qiye didn't ask what would happen if he was embarrassed, and changed the subject: "The purpose of my coming to Songdu, do you want to hear it?"
Zhan Antong smiled: "If your Excellency is willing to speak, Zhan is willing to listen."
Qiye and five fingers stroked the hilt of the sword, and said slowly: "I'm only here to find someone to discuss the sword. In Dachong, who do you think is worthy of my traveling thousands of miles?"
Zhan An looked at Qiye steadfastly, without saying anything more, the corners of his mouth opened, and he suddenly laughed.
At first it was a deep and suppressed laugh, but it turned into a loud laugh in the blink of an eye. The laughter shook the whole inn, and dust and gravel were raised everywhere.
Boom!
The bell around Zhan Antong's waist rang suddenly, and immediately a soul-stirring sound swayed, gathering in a small room, vibrating back and forth, endlessly.
Zhan An's same pair of pupils also glowed with a mysterious light.
Sword Lord picked three top experts in a row for seven nights. His illustrious prestige had already spread throughout the Black Wind Territory, but Zhan Antong was not afraid at all, and even his words seemed polite, but in fact he was domineering. Because of having this bell as a trump card.
This bell is called Soul Locking Bell. Under the urging, it will seduce the soul and make people unconsciously intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
One breath, for a top expert, is enough to make thousands of attacks, crushing the enemy to pieces.
Zhan Antong didn't think that Qiye would be better than Aurora Sword Master.
At the same time that his eyes were shining brightly, Zhan An stretched out a long and slender hand. The original white hand instantly became crystal clear, like a jade made of heaven and earth. He stretched out his hand and picked Qiye's head.
The strength was concentrated but not scattered, and did not evaporate at all, but when the claw fell, it caught nothing.
Qiye had already disappeared on the opposite chair. Zhan Antong's expression changed, followed by an extremely dangerous feeling. He raised his arms and flew out of the sky like a rocket.
But it was still a step too late, a ray of sword light pierced through his vest, pierced through his chest, and opened a bloody hole the size of a fist. bell.
Whoosh!
The bell was caught in Qiye's hand, while Zhan Antong crashed through the roof and flew down to the street outside, and there were bursts of exclamations quickly.
Qiye's figure shifted, and she went to the window suddenly, looked at the panicked crowd below, and did not continue to fight.
Although Zhan Antong was pierced by a sword, but as a master of eight elephants, this injury would not kill him. His face was gloomy, no longer as calm as before, and asked: "Why are you not affected by the Soul Locking Bell?"
"So this thing is called a soul-locking bell?" Qiye looked at the bell in his palm, but did not answer Zhan Antong's question. He is a paper puppet, and he doesn't even have human emotions, let alone a soul, so he is not affected by spiritual magic. .
"Where did you get this thing?"
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