No. 519 Second Seamless

Zhuge is not meditating, which is not impossible. Isn't the divine city under the Fengmang Mountains of Kyushu falling from the Honghuang Fairyland? According to this reasoning, this Buddhist prison may also come from the wilderness fairyland, because some specific circumstances have sunk to Kyushu.

Little Shani looked at the two and couldn't figure out what they were talking about for a while, so he didn't interrupt.

"This is just my guess. I just hope to enter the end of the sand sea and find out the reason." The speechless monk said.

Sha Ni Xiaoyun looked at the two people with solemn faces, opened their mouths slightly, muttered twice, and didn't know what they were talking about.

"Yes, I'll take you to two people. I believe they will be very happy to see you." The speechless monk suddenly said with a smile.

Several people crossed the streets and alleys and finally came to the private room of a restaurant. At the door of the private room, Zhuge Fuliang heard the sound of conversation from inside.

"No... It's not what I said... Say... Speaking of you, just... It's not like you. We were... How good it is to practice in the mountains, you... You... You have to run with your speechless brother... Come here, and... You still have to pull me up." There was a stuttering sound from the private room.

Then, he listened to another person: "I said stammort, so you are not afraid. Since I came to the Honghuang Fairyland, I found that you are getting less and less timid. This time, there may be a big opportunity waiting for us. Do you want to be an ordinary person safely, or do you want to be a fairy? However, it's hard to say according to your personality. I guess you will choose the former. People can't do this. Only when they pursue can they make progress. Besides, what are we afraid of? It is more than enough to protect us with the current cultivation of speechless brother. And by the way, let's check our cultivation in recent years.

"It's just... You talk a lot of nonsense..." The stuttering voice said dissatisfiedly.

"What nonsense? I'm enlightening you. Do you understand?..." The voice was loud again.

"Squeak~~"

At this time, the door of the private room was pushed open, and the silent monk walked in with Zhuge Fuliang and Xiaoyun.

"It's better to ban your conversations in the future." The speechless monk smiled.

"That's right, I feel tired when I listen to both of you." Xiaoyun also stared at the two.

"Yo, Miss Xiaoyun is also here, hehe, that's really great..." He stood up and said, "Since the last time I said goodbye, my stattering brother has been very concerned about Miss Xiaoyun."

"Who... Who said... Say..." He stagged and blushed.

"Look, I can't even say anything excited." He chattered and laughed.

Zhuge Budang stood aside and shook his head and was speechless. The personalities of these two people really haven't changed at all. One is staggering, the other is talking, and they quarrel when they have nothing to do. Everything seems to have not changed, which makes Zhuge Fuliang mistakenly think that he has returned to Kyushu.

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. I don't look like a monk at all." Xiao Yun hummed softly.

"The monk is not a saint~~~" He smiled and suddenly noticed Zhuge, who was standing behind the silent monk. Seeing the other party wearing a black cloak, he could neither see his appearance nor the breath. He couldn't help saying, "Who is this brother?"

Zhuge Bu Liang smiled, took off his cloak and said with a smile, "You two, you won't forget me, will you?"

As the sound fell, Zhuge Fuliang's slightly beautiful face leaked out.

"Ah!"

The stattering and chatter almost instantly deadlocked in place, and then the two rushed up and stood opposite Zhuge Buliang.

Talking: "You... You... Yes... Yes..."

"You are Brother Zhuge!" At this moment, he spoke surprisingly sharply.

"You two, long time no see." Zhuge Buleang said with a smile.

He was ecstatic and said, "You... You... You..."

"Why are you here?" The stubble is connected.

"I just happened to pass by."

He chats and said, "Really... Really... It's really..."

"I can't believe that I will meet you here. I'm so happy." He stapped and patted Zhuge Buleang on the shoulder.

He looked at it in surprise and said, "Oh, why are you talking so sharp here?"

"I'm happy~~~"

The two of them play with live treasure, and the private room is happy, which makes Zhuge Buleung feel much better in a little lonely in recent days. The speechless monk also looked at this scene with a smile. As for Xiaoyun, he quickly got along with the two people, and the room was full of laughter.

"When are you going to leave?" Zhuge Bliang sat aside with the speechless monk.

"Tomorrow, I heard that many major sects have left for Shahai." The speechless monk said.

Zhuge Bu Liang nodded solemnly: "It seems that many major teachers in the Eastern Regions will take action this time. Just now, I also saw some people from the Eighth Sect."

"I heard that people have also come to the southern region, and there are two disciples of the Southern Emperor. Be careful." The speechless monk also heard some news about Zhuge Buliang in the Southern Regions and knew that he had a grudge against the Southern Emperor, otherwise he would not have run to the Eastern Regions hundreds of thousands of miles away.

"These waves of people are really restless wherever they hide." Zhuge Fuliang rubbed his temples with a headache. However, he is not afraid. With his current strength, unless he meets the eldest disciple of the Southern Emperor, others are not enough.

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Several people discussed for a long time in the private room and finally left the restaurant. Walking on the street where people came and went, Zhuge Fuliang put on the cloak again. However, at this moment, he felt a divine consciousness looking at him. He was shocked and suddenly turned around.

At the corner of a street, a handsome young man was looking at him and sneering.

"It's not good..." Zhuge Fuliang under the cloak frowned slightly.

From the man's eyes, Zhuge Fuliang clearly felt a murder, and his heart couldn't help tightening. Could it be that he saw his identity? This cloak can hide its breath. It is generally not easy to be noticed, but it can't prevent some people with special abilities.

I ignored the man, and several people continued to move forward, but Zhuge Butliang was already on guard in his heart.

"The people in front of you, stop." Suddenly, a cold shout came from behind.

Zhuge Buteng and others turned around and saw four or five practitioners in purple and carrying long swords coming out. The person who had just observed Zhuge Butliang was also among them.

"That's true." Zhuge Buliang sneered in his heart.

The silent monk gave a slight Buddha's salute and put his hands together and said, "What are you doing?"

A young man in purple came out. The face of this life is beautiful, with thick eyebrows, but also a little handsome. Especially those pairs of eyes, shining brightly, are absolutely extremely lethal to girls.

At this time, the young man in purple pointed to Zhuge and shouted, "It's him!"

"Wang!" With a sound, the practitioners standing behind him suddenly acted and surrounded Zhuge Fuliang.

The silent monk, stuttering, nagging and Xiao Yun suddenly changed his face slightly.

The speechless monk said, "Who are you?"

The young man in purple said, "We are from the Sword God Pavilion, and I am Fu Yunxiao, one of the three descendants of the Sword God Pavilion." With that, the young man in purple raised his chin high and glanced at several people coldly. However, after seeing Xiaoyun again, his eyes could not help but light up, and his intoxicating eyes narrowed.

It seemed that he felt Fu Yunxiao's unkind eyes. Xiao Yun hummed softly, "Sword Pavilion? Is it great? I haven't heard of it."

Fu Yunxiao frowned slightly, and immediately his eyes left Xiaoyun, looked at Zhuge Fuliang, and sneered, "Do you think we can't recognize you when you dress like this? Our Sword God Pavilion has a secret method that can see through the origin of others. Even if you disguise it well, you can't avoid it.

Zhuge Buleong sneered. Since he couldn't avoid it, fortunately took off the cloak above his head and said with a smile, "So what?"

Fu Yunxiao stepped forward and said, "The second elder of my Sword God Pavilion fell in Zhuxian City. His death is directly related to you."

"So what?" Zhuge Buleang said with a smile.

"So I'm going to cut off your head today to pay tribute to the second elder." Fu Yunxiao said.

When the words fell, Fu Yunxiao and several other practitioners of the Sword God Pavilion were turbulent, and everyone emitted a fierce breath, which seemed to turn into a magic sword.

The silent monk took a step, and a golden light appeared on the top of his head, condensing a golden seal of the word "Swax". The Buddha's spirit surged and set it off like a living Buddha. He said loudly, "I won't watch you embarrass my friends. If you want to fight, count me in."

"Master Wu Wu, let him solve it himself." Xiaoyun smiled and said, "A few little guys in the Sword God Pavilion, can't he solve it?"

Zhuge Buliang also wanted the speechless monk to nod his head. The speechless monk gently touched his hand, and the Buddha's light on his head dispersed and retreated to one side.

Fu Yunxiao gritted his teeth. As the descendant of the Sword God Pavilion, no one dared to underestimate him so much.

"It seems that you are very sure about this station." A voice full of indifference came. At this moment, the street was full of onlookers, and in the crowd, a man in purple also came out. However, this man and Fu Yunxiao are obviously different and more fierce.

"Second brother." Fu Yunxiao and several practitioners of the Sword God Pavilion nodded respectfully.

The second traceless, the first descendant of Jianshen Pavilion, and also the grandson of the second Huang, the future successor of Jianshen Pavilion.

The second Wumark carried a glowing sword on his back, carrying his hands, and came to Zhuge Buliang in a few steps. His star eyes were half closed, and there was a faint kind of majesty, as if he had mastered everything, which came from his strong self-confidence.