Volume 3: The Demon Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 112: Each Encountering an Enemy
Snowy night, narrow alley.
Seeing Li Muchan and Sun Wuer rushing into the snow, many masters in the store could no longer sit still and stood up one after another, wanting to watch the fight.
One is the successor of the "Tianji Stick", who is domineering and arrogant; the other is the most famous, wealthy, and most feared person in the world today.
Looking at Li Muchan's past, it was simply a legend. In just a few years, he went from being a small character at the mercy of others to where he is today, repeatedly reversing situations where he was doomed to fail, and then taking every step carefully to gain power. It was really incredible.
Moreover, it was too unexpected.
Just like bamboo shoots after the rain, they rise up overnight, and by the time others realize what's happening, this person has already turned around and become a powerful figure. Who wouldn't be surprised?
Although this man's martial arts skills have not yet reached the peak, his scheming, strategy, and cunning tactics are undoubtedly rare in the world.
"Let's follow him and see what this ghost prince is capable of."
The man in purple went out.
Lu Xiaojia also went out.
Guo Ding, Ding Lingzhong, Ding Linglin and Ye Kai chased out almost at the same time.
The remaining few people included the three adopted sons of Master Wei Ba and two people of unidentified identities.
These two men, one handsome and one ugly, their clothes one gold and one silver, are extremely extraordinary.
The Goddess of Bliss did not stand up. She glanced at the two of them calmly, and a cunning and cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she could see through the world.
The one on the left has golden clothes and yellow hair, a wide mouth and a broad forehead, calluses on the knuckles of his right hand, strong and powerful fingers, sharp eyes, and a vibrant aura. He must be a master swordsman.
The man on the right is wearing a silver brocade robe and has two ape arms. There seems to be a black python coiled around his waist, which is bulging and full of murderous intent. He must be a good whip wielder.
With just one glance, the Goddess of Bliss recognized that these two people were from the Demon Sect, and they were both quite troublesome.
This reminded her of a saying circulating among the evil cult.
In addition to the great elder, there are several extraordinary masters under the leader's seat.
They are a sword, a whip, a fist, and two knives.
These four people are all disciples trained personally by the Great Elder to help the Sect Leader expand the territory. They are all top-notch masters.
Everyone's strength is extraordinary. Looking at the entire Demon Sect, they are only second to the Sect Leader and the Great Elder, and are not even inferior to the Deputy Sect Leader.
These people could have held high positions, but the appearance of Li Muchan in the Central Plains martial arts world, coupled with the reappearance of the "Golden Money Gang" and the endless fighting among the various forces, made the Great Elder see a good opportunity to move eastward. Therefore, the old man who had originally planned to retire behind the scenes had great ambitions again, and only sent the two weakest Tie Yan to meet Li Muchan, and hid the remaining three masters.
As for the purpose, it is not difficult to understand. It is nothing more than to show weakness to the enemy and catch them by surprise.
But given the current situation, it is very interesting that these two people appear here.
Of course, the Goddess of Bliss is not stupid, she is very smart. These two people are here to kill her, or to be more precise, to kill Li Muchan and her. Moreover, the people in her thirty-six caves probably have changes now, and Tieyan and the other two will definitely not be exceptions. These people are all in the same group.
But the Goddess of Bliss was not surprised at all, instead she smiled sweetly.
Because someone in the Demon Cult had become disloyal, this meant that Li Muchan's threat was greatly reduced. A divided Demon Cult was always easier to deal with.
The man in gold asked coldly: "Have you recognized us?"
The goddess of bliss laughed like a silver bell: "Haha, you are dressed so strangely, I believe it will be difficult not to recognize you."
The man in gold narrowed his eyes slightly: "If I were you, I would definitely not be able to laugh right now."
The man in silver had a cold look in his eyes, as well as an uncontrollable desire. His eyes kept scanning the graceful figure of the Goddess of Bliss.
The goddess of bliss laughed even more happily: "There is no other way. It is better to die with a smile than to die with tears. I still want to ask your names?"
"Golden Lion!"
"Silver Dragon!"
The two of them responded, simply uttering two names.
"Don't worry, beautiful women can always live a long time." Silver Dragon's eyes seemed to turn into two balls of fire, so hot that he wanted to burn the delicate skin of the Blissful Goddess, "especially a beauty like you."
The Goddess of Bliss turned around, the silver ornaments on her body jingling, she took a few lotus steps, and floated away like a butterfly, and hooked her finger.
"Haha, okay, you might as well follow and try."
Without any hesitation, the two men sneered, with murderous intent in their eyes, and stood up to chase after him.
At this point, the inn suddenly became deserted, the lights were dim, the lamp oil was running out, and only a few scattered dishes and wine were left on the table.
But there are still people there.
The three men, led by the long-faced man with a green face, started to target Long Xiaoyun again.
As everyone was leaving, the three decided to take action.
Long Xiaoyun still had the greasy shawl tied around his body. Under the light, his rough face looked like a stubborn stone that had been weathered by wind and rain, with a light layer of oil on it, looking firm and unshakable.
There was a plate of peanuts in front of him, with chopsticks in one hand and a cup in the other.
The wine went down his throat, warming his heart and lungs. He savoured it slowly, then picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth. It was salty, crispy and full. These must be peanuts grown in some fertile soil, and his increasingly improved craftsmanship made them taste so good.
Long Xiaoyun ate very slowly. He seemed to have no interest in the battle outside. He just sat there chewing slowly, watching the three people walking towards him with a very calm expression.
He had once been the center of attention, with fine clothes and delicious food, and countless people fawning on him. At that time, "Xingyun Manor" was famous in the northern martial arts world, and heroes from all walks of life rushed to visit it. Those who came were either rich or noble, and the house was crowded with people.
Unfortunately, everything is over and he is no longer young.
Seeing Long Xiaoyun so calm, the green-faced man couldn't help but ask, "Are you waiting for those people outside to rescue you?"
"How could that be?" Long Xiaoyun swallowed the wine and stopped chewing. "They probably won't be able to come back in a short time."
The three of them looked uncertain and sneered: "How can you still sit still? Hand over that strange book, and I will spare your life."
Long Xiaoyun sighed, "If that person hadn't asked me to wait, I would have been impatient. And you guys came too late. Over the years, people from the Qinglong Society and the Money Gang have come to look for it, but they don't know that I had burned the book a long time ago."
The faces of the three men gradually changed. No matter how dumb they were, they heard some clues and realized that something was wrong.
"Who asked you to wait here?"
The three of them looked at each other, and without waiting for Long Xiaoyun's response, they suddenly attacked together. Dozens of flying needles shot out from their sleeves like a drizzle of pear blossoms, full of murderous intent.
The hidden weapons of the Tang Clan in Shu.
But the faces of the three people also became miserable at this time. They were dumbfounded, with their mouths wide open, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets, full of horror.
Because Long Xiaoyun, who was supposed to be a waste, suddenly floated up, silently, and swung his body in the air like a feather. The whole person spun rapidly, and the chopsticks in his hand seemed to turn into a shocking sword. The shadow of the chopsticks flew like lightning, and all the flying needles were swept away in an instant.
Too fast .
This man is not just a useless guy whose martial arts skills have been wasted, but also an unfathomable master.
After a moment, Long Xiaoyun sat back leisurely.
The three men showed fear on their faces, and each took a few steps back, then slumped down on their chairs. The life in their eyes quickly dimmed, and a little blood visibly seeped out of their throats. Then, as if they were drunk, their jaws drooped and they remained motionless.
The table in front of Long Xiaoyun was already filled with tiny flying needles.
At this moment, two balls of dazzling and captivating light seemed to burst out from his eyes. He spread out the five fingers of his left hand, raised his arm and swept across the table with his sleeves. In an instant, all the flying needles on the table disappeared as if by magic, and even the needle holes were completely wiped out, leaving no trace, as if nothing had happened.
After doing all this, Long Xiaoyun walked to the door, lifted the curtain and looked out at the wind and snow.
In the dark snowy night, there were lights on all sides, even Li Garden was on fire, and there were endless noises.
"It's so lively. Finally, we don't have to sit anymore."
In the light of the fire rising into the sky, one could vaguely see a corner of a golden mask peeking out from under his collar, which then disappeared in an instant.
