My script is a supporting role

Murong Qingyue and Mo Chen pressed on every step of the way, not giving these people a chance to breathe.

On the roof of a row of bungalows in front, a row of men in black with long bows suddenly appeared. The bow strings were fully drawn, and the radiant spiritual arrows pointed directly at this side.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Countless spiritual arrows shot out like falling meteors with long tails, colliding with the boomerang in the air.

There was a strong vibration from the body of the boomerang, and the rapid rotation quickly crushed the meteors, but the castration was still blocked for a while.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the previous men in black have joined up with their supporting companions.

A group of people obviously didn't think about entanglement with Mo Dust, and they all jumped off the roof.

"Want to run?"

Mo Chen took a sharp breath, accelerated suddenly, and rushed towards that place like a cannonball.

The boomerangs spinning in the air quickly regrouped, and kaka kaka combined again, returning to a long golden chain.

This area of ​​one-story houses is quite dense, and the lanes between the houses are criss-crossed. If these people escape inside, it will be troublesome to find them.

Moreover, the space below is so small that it is no longer suitable for boomerangs to play.

Before he could get close, a building with gray tiles and gray bricks in front suddenly collapsed, stirring up a thick cloud of smoke and dust.

Among the smoke and dust, there is a faint blue brilliance.

"Ok?"

"Spell array?"

Dust was flying in the ruins, and people could still be seen faintly moving inside.

Mo Chen swung his right hand quickly.

The front end of the golden chain turned into a sharp pyramid, and plunged into the ruins like lightning, and a muffled groan came from inside.

Feeling that he had already caught one, Mo Chen didn't hesitate any longer. Wherever his spiritual consciousness moved, the person caught inside was already tightly bound by chains.

The night wind blew away the flying dust, and there was indeed a trace of a talisman array in the ruins, but the group of men in black had all disappeared.

Except for the one bound by Mo Chen's chains.

The sharp pyramid passed through his chest on the right side, and then went around his body, trapping him firmly.

Mo Chen and Murong Qingyue fell into the ruins, checked around and found nothing more.

All the men in black have been evacuated from the rune.

And the talisman matrix also dissipated by itself after use, it seems that various plans have been made in advance.

"Looking at this person's injuries, I'm afraid he won't live long."

Mo Chen reached out to lift the man up, and said to Murong Qingyue: "Take it back first, it will always be useful."

Murong Qingyue was noncommittal, and with a wave of her hand, Qianyan Feiyu stretched out, lightly jumped up, and sat down with her legs together.

"Come up."

Mo Chen jumped onto the flying sword and left the bound man in black behind, and Qianyan Feiyu took off into the air.

Just after flying for a short distance, Murong Qingyue stopped again.

Mo Chen looked behind Murong Qingyue.

In front of them stood a young man in white.

The young man was dressed in white clothes, and his black hair hung down freely on his forehead. It was as smooth as silk and as smooth as water. There was only a light knot at the end of his hair.

Under the black hair was an extremely handsome face.

Xuan Yu Wushuang.

Beside him, one red and one purple, accompanied by two stunning beauties.

But it was his personal maids, Honggui and Zishao.

Mo Chen suddenly realized.

"This sissy son is finally here!"

In the plot originally planned by the bad old man, today's play should be completed by this sissy Xuan Yu Wushuang.

It's just that due to many variables in the middle, it turned out that Mo Chen went on this trip.

However, from now on, the influence of destiny roulette on numerology cannot be underestimated.

Xuanyu Wushuang finally appeared here at this moment.

It's a pity that he has missed the best part of this play.

Murong Qingyue sat on Qianyan Feiyu, quietly watching Xuanyu Wushuang, without making a sound.

Xuan Yu Wushuang showed a stunning smile on his face, looked at Murong Qingyue and said: "I heard some movement here, it turned out to be the disciple of Qingli Sect, Miss Murong."

Mo Chen snorted secretly.

"There are obviously two of us here, but you sissy only speaks Murong Qingyue's name, you really are a pervert."

But even if Xuanyu Wushuang mentioned himself, Mo Chen didn't bother to talk to this guy.

Anyway, they will be opponents in the future, so it's close to anything.

And this guy, nine times out of ten, will have to go along with the big man who is fighting for the imperial power, and there will be many side issues in the future.

Murong Qingyue didn't seem to have any intention of chatting with that sissy young man, she just hummed and said nothing.

The air suddenly became a little awkward.

Xuanyu Wushuang coughed lightly, and said again: "When I came here, I saw traces of a fight here, could it be that some young people came to harass you?"

Murong Qingyue said: "You don't need to worry about it, you have already dealt with it."

Xuanyu Wushuang glanced at the man in black who was tied up behind the flying sword, and said with a calm smile: "These people came prepared, and there must be someone behind them. I am practicing soul art, and I know a little bit about searching for souls and spirits." Maybe it can help Miss Murong a little bit."

Mo Chen sat in the back, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Sure enough, this guy still wanted to intervene.

Unexpectedly, Murong Qingyue was unmoved.

"Master Wushuang's kindness is appreciated, but this is our Qingli Sect's own business, so don't bother me."

While speaking, Murong Qingyue was about to leave with the flying sword.

Over there, the two beauties, one red and one purple, who had been standing around Xuanyu Wushuang, were not happy.

With a cold snort, he stopped in front of Murong Qingyue, his voice was not high, but he said in an unquestionable tone: "Young Master, don't be so rude."

Murong Qingyue quietly looked at the two people in front of her, but her whole body became sharp like the edge of a sword.

"But I don't know, where is my rudeness!"

Hong Gui raised her chin lightly, and said: "The young master is condescending and willing to help you, but you don't appreciate it. It is rude to refuse."

Mo Chen grinned and shook his head.

This guy's demeanor, contrived and exaggerated, is really annoying.

Even the two women next to her are so hideous.

At that time in Luohe City, the two women stopped him in the same way, saying that they should not be rude in front of the young master.

It's disgusting.

Although Murong Qingyue was usually cold, her words and deeds were expressed naturally, without pretentiousness or affectation, which made her look much more pleasing to the eye.

When Murong Qingyue heard Hong Gui's words, she said calmly: "So what?"

Seeing that Murong Qingyue didn't give in at all, Hong Gui and Zi Shao couldn't help but see annoyance in their eyes, their vigor was released, and they were actually ready to strike.

Xuanyu Wushuang finally said: "Honggui, Zishao, since Miss Murong doesn't want us to intervene, then let her."

"If you want to come to the Qingli Sect's thousand-year-old sect, there are some means."

Zi Shao was still unhappy, and said sarcastically, "The Seven Star God Eyes of the Seven Star Pavilion is recognized as the strongest soul art in the world, how can the Qingli Sect be compared with the young master..."

Xuanyu Wushuang smiled slightly and said: "Even if it's so, you can't be rude to the beauty."

Mo Chen finally couldn't listen anymore, turned over and stood up and said, "It's alright, alright, what are you doing?"

Stretching out an index finger, pointing at Xuan Yu Wushuang, Hong Gui and Zi Shao, said: "You guys are just passers-by today, our Qingli Sect's business is none of your business."

"I have to ask you for help if you practice soul art? Then why don't you come to my house to help every day if you can cook and do laundry?"

Honggui and Zishao were angry when they heard Mo Chen's vulgar words.

However, Mo Chen seemed to be unable to find anything to refute the last sentence, and his face turned red with anger.

Mo Chen hadn't finished speaking, and continued: "If there is more, the strongest you say is the strongest?"

"My Qingli Sect is a thousand-year-old sect, and the Qingli Eight Sects are famous all over the world. I still think my Qingli Sect's soul art is the strongest!"

Those two beauties couldn't bear it any longer, their willow eyebrows raised up, and they were about to explode.

Xuan Yu Wushuang reached out to stop the two of them, and said to Mo Chen, "I didn't know that this brother still practiced soul art?"

Mo Chen crossed his arms and said lazily, "What kind of ears are you? Besides, it's none of your business whether I practice the soul art or not."

Xuanyu Wushuang's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said: "If there is an opportunity in another day, I must ask Your Excellency for advice."

When Honggui and Zishao heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

Comparing soul tactics with Master Wushuang?

There are not many to be found in the whole world.

Mo Chen showed a meaningful smile, nodded and said, "Don't worry, there will definitely be a chance."

Chapter 135 The Sick Middle-Aged Man

Xuanyu Wushuang stood silently, watching the young man leave with Murong Qingyue on the flying sword.

For 20 years, no one dared to speak like that in front of him.

Even the elders of Qixing Pavilion would never speak to him in such a tone.

But he let the boy go today.

"Young master, this guy is so arrogant, why did you just leave him like that?"

Hong Gui approached Xuan Yu Wushuang and asked softly.

Xuanyu Wushuang watched the figures of the two people gradually disappear into the night, his eyes were slightly cold, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised an intoxicating arc.

"Because, now is not the time."

Turning his head to look at the private house again, he said: "These people have very strange backgrounds, I wanted to take this opportunity to investigate, but it's a pity..."

Zi Shao said: "Although these people are secretive, they are not completely without traces. I am willing to help you to investigate."

Hong Gui also said: "That's right, the means to see these people are not very high, and it shouldn't be difficult to find out."

Xuan Yu Wushuang thought for a while, then shook his head lightly.

"No need, it's impossible for these people to know much about the real inside story. Even if they are found, they may not be able to ask much."

"Since everyone here is here for the daughter of the Luo family, then we only need to grasp this line."

Hong Rose thought of that young man's rude appearance, and was still very angry.

"Hmph, next time you see that guy, you must make him look good."

Xuan Yu Wushuang said: "Speaking of which, I have seen this person before."

"The divine soldier of the Qingli Sect was born on Tongluo Mountain. At that time, two people were fighting for the ownership of the divine soldier."

"One of them is him."