Facing Monk Zhihui's ferocious and weird laughter, Wu Rong's left arm became pale and cold, with a gloomy and lifeless look. The moment the ghost hand appeared, the old Miao knife turned into a bright silver light, and cut it off mercilessly. The ear-piercing roar of the blade crossing the border resounded throughout the space.

Boom!

Master Lingyun suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his whisk with his backhand, his sharp eyes swept around, and instantly remembered the cause and effect and his current situation. The little hairball, Ah Bao, was originally sleeping on his lap, and fell to the ground following Master Ling Yun's movements, but he still didn't wake up, and was still sound asleep. The spirit dog was extremely sensitive, not to mention the sound of the fierce battle outside was transmitted to Master Lingyun's ears through the box, but Ah Bao hadn't woken up yet.

Master Ling Yun's face turned green and white for a while, and finally it was as dark and gloomy as charcoal. Thinking of his abnormal lethargy just now, Ling Yun knew who did it after a little thought. He gritted his teeth inwardly.

Coffin old man!

He knew that this idiot could not help but come out to see the king, but he didn't expect that he would come here at such a retarded time! He has really improved, and he also knows to turn him Lingyun medicine in advance. Master Lingyun knew without thinking, it was rare that most of the people invited by the Zhou family had arrived, and for the old man who insisted on showing off his filthy virtues, he must have wanted to beat up these people one by one in front of Wu Rong, show off his strength and win over Wu Rong Favorable!

He was going to be beaten by Wu Rong for doing this, Ling Yun was sure. It's okay to be beaten up, anyway, the coffin old man can escape no matter what.

But here is Chunyangzi Fu Qing!

Master Lingyun's scalp is numb. The medicine used by the coffin old man is the secret recipe that Lingyun gave to gain trust when he sneaked into the ghost domain in his previous life. It is the medicine that Lingyun gave Fu Qing when he was in the ghost domain. It only has a paralyzing effect on ordinary celestial masters. Of course Master Lingyun leaked the antidote formula in a secret way before he surrendered, but this has never happened in his life. Who would have thought that the old man in the coffin was so stupid, but he memorized the prescription at this time!

Judging from the dosage of the medicine, Master Lingyun can be sure that the old man in the coffin never knew that Fu Qing was here. He probably got some news from the Milian Dharma Association. Knowing that Wu Rong was here, he came here excitedly. Afraid of being punished by Ling Yun, he took medicine because he felt guilty. He wanted to numb him for a minute or two, and then he left after seeing Wu Rong.

One must know that the old man Fu Qing didn't do anything to prescribe drugs in this coffin, so he went straight up.

Fool, idiot, fool! Maybe you'll feel good about it, and you won't even know how you died!

Master Lingyun hurriedly picked up his whisk and walked out.

It's okay to be beaten up, but it's not worth being beaten to death!

"boom!"

As soon as he stepped out of the box, there was a strong wind blowing in his face. Master Lingyun unhurriedly swept the dust away to remove the force. He looked up and saw the bandages disguised as lotus roots and lotus stems covering the ground. The corner of his mouth twitched, and then he saw a small ball But the exceptionally agile black shadow rushed towards Wu Rong, accompanied by a hoarse roar of viciousness and anger: "Call out the raised ghost."

The cold light of the blade fell on the black shadow's vital point. At some point, the lotus stem that blocked the blade was cut off, and it recovered in the next moment. As soon as the black shadow landed on the ground, it jumped up again, with ghostly wind gusts, fixedly staring at Wu Rong's pale and slender left arm, the provocative words concealed the jealousy and anger that only Master Ling Yun could hear.

"This deity wants to see what it can do!"

Master Ling Yun became dizzy when he heard this, and the translation of the old man's words was a coquettish complaint to Wu Rong.

‘Which ghost is living on you! '

'I have never lived! '

It is estimated that the old man in the coffin also felt the call of the soul contract in the previous moment, which caused a cognitive bias, but now Wu Rong is not the king of ghosts, of course he can't hear it, normal people would think this is naked hostility and provocation! Master Ling Yun was terrified, and looking at Wu Rong, he saw Sen Han's murderous intent from his cold eyes. The old man in the coffin is like Yun who only jumps up and down in the melon field, frantically jumping up and down at Wu Ronglei's spot without knowing it.

Under such circumstances, the coffin old man still remembered that he was pretending to be Feichen, and he didn't bring out his mantra. Master Lingyun, who had been troubled for a long time, felt a little relieved.

Seeing that Wu Rong was about to call out the ghost dog king, and the old man in the coffin felt that the ghost dog queen in Wu Rong's shadow was even more jealous and was about to go mad, Master Ling Yun stepped forward and stood between Wu Rong and the black shadow, with a serious expression , the tone implied a warning: "Prince Fei is going too far."

"Grandmaster Lingyun is so majestic."

There was a cold snort of yin and yang strange air, the black shadow was no longer entangled, and a human figure appeared on the ground. The young man with long dark curly hair and a pale and gloomy face casually played with the lotus, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a contemptuous and noble smile, and he said slowly: "You shouldn't be in charge of my Milian Puja Internal affairs."

"Isn't that right, Guardian Wu?"

Facing Wu Rong, Feichen's expression changed immediately, and he smiled brightly. Anyone can feel his sincerity and enthusiasm. It's just that when Fei Chen's long and narrow eyes showed his passionate gaze, it was full of calculations and threats. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he actually invited Wu Rong again in person:

"I admire Guardian Wu very much. If Mr. Wu is willing, I can also give you the position of Dharma King."

When he said this, the guards of the Zhou family finally arrived in a hurry and surrounded the place tightly. But Feichen regards others as nothing, and only looks at Wu Rong with burning eyes. All his words were heard by the people who came, even the well-trained Zhou family guards couldn't believe it. The powerful King of France seemed to be talking about beautiful jewels in his tone. Rong would give it to him without hesitation.

Is King Fei Dharma crazy? !

Wu Rong is also very lucky to be able to enter the eyes of King Fei Dharma of the Milian Puja.

Master Lingyun gave him a veiled look, and advised him to spare his life. At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded.

"Mr. Wu is indeed a genius. I see the same thing as King Fei Dharma."

As soon as the temples bulged, more and more cold-faced warriors with extraordinary imposing manner walked forward, holding a bronze mirror in their hands. A manly and loud male voice came from the bronze mirror, and a half body of a man appeared on the smooth mirror. About forty or fifty years old, there are fine lines around his eyes, but he is still exceptionally handsome. Looking carefully, the facial features are slightly similar to Zhou Jin, but tougher and more attractive.

It's Zhou Xinhong!

"It's really an honor for the dog to be here with King Fei Dharma."

Zhou Xinhong lightly exchanged greetings, completely ignoring the Zhou family guards and Wu Ren who had been killed by him before, and his calm tone implied the shadow of a sword.

Old fox, Master Lingyun turned his head gray with worry. The coffin old man is restless, and now there is another trouble. Who knows how Hao Duan Duan and Wu Rong Mian Ji's concert became what it is now.

"Leave it to me here."

He whispered to Wu Rong, "Daoist Fu is not in good condition."

swish.

Wu Rong put the knife back into its sheath, nodded slightly and walked towards Fu Qing's box. With Master Lingyun and the Zhou family coming forward, there was no need for him to continue the fight. Wu Rong could feel the surrounding temperature slowly rising, and the invisible yang mass floated towards Wu Rong as if he knew the taste, and attached to the back of his neck with the red lotus pattern. How similar it was to that night.

It is true that someone is targeting Fu Qing and wants to abolish his skills.

The usually indifferent Wu Rong walked into Fu Qing's room with a killing intent in his heart. Master Lingyun, who was confronting Feichen, shivered, and suddenly became a little uneasy.

This place was built by the Zhou family in the underground of the stadium with a huge sum of money, and it is specially used to entertain distinguished guests. Naturally, each box has a secret passage for emergency departure. Wu Rong took Fu Qing, who was hot and sleeping, and left through the passage, and took a taxi to the villa. Bai Gu originally planned to drive the car himself, but Fu Qing, who was unconscious, was extremely aggressive. As soon as Bai Gu approached Wu Rong, a flame burst into flames, almost burning his hair.

Except for Wu Rong, no one can approach him.