Riding the Pheonix Chapter 157: Altar

The four people were too conspicuous and were dispersed after a while.

A-wan dragged Mingwei and saw a gap between two large rocks in the grass. She stuffed her in and said, "Hide it." Then she squatted beside it to be on guard.

Compared with the sounds of killing over there, it was very quiet here.

Seeing her worried expression, Ah Wan said something rare: "Don't worry, the young master has urgently summoned the Imperial City Secret Agents along the way. There are many experts in the team, and they can't take advantage."

Unexpectedly, Mingwei glanced at her: "I'm not worried about your young master."

"..." Ah Wan secretly scolded herself for being a bitch. If she had known what kind of virtue she had, why would she be asking for trouble?

I felt uncomfortable after thinking about it, so I asked: "Then who are you worried about?"

Mingwei sighed and asked her: "Is the family's home heavily guarded?"

Ah Wan then understood and couldn't help but sneered: "You didn't give them any face at the mourning hall. What are you worried about now?"

“One code equals one code.” She said, “Even if they become accomplices, they still have many helpless things and their crimes will not lead to death.”

Awan heard her tone of sadness and fell silent.

After a while, she suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "This world is really unfair. Men are the ones who commit the crime. Why should our family members suffer the same? It's not our fault."

Mingwei looked at her: "Are you thinking this?"

Ah Wan immediately became fierce: "None of your business!"

Mingwei ignored it and continued slowly: "I have seen your luck. Logically speaking, you are born into a noble family and will never end up being someone else's maid."

Awan's eyebrows were straight: "What maid? Have you ever seen any maid as powerful as me? I am the master's capable subordinate, so don't talk nonsense."

Mingwei raised an eyebrow: "Subordinate? Could it be that you are not from the Marquis Mansion, but from the Imperial City Department?"

Ah Wan snorted: "So what? I tell you, I have the secret agent brand on my body, so for logic, you still have to call me "sir!"

Mingwei smiled slightly and raised his hand: "This is really disrespectful."

Awan snorted again and turned her head away, ignoring her.

It's just that his expression seems gloomy.

He was born into a noble family. A mocking smile appeared on her lips.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the sky is getting dark.

Awan felt something was wrong: "Why did it get dark so fast?"

Ming Wei said calmly: "Because this is a formation."

As she spoke, she came out of the crack in the stone.

Ah Wan said anxiously: "What are you doing out here? Go in and hide."

Mingwei held her hand instead: "Let's go and break up the formation."

Awan was stunned and staggered by her: "What?"

"This formation is no small matter." Mingwei said as he walked, "It will separate us and defeat us one by one."

"Is it so powerful?"

"Perhaps it's even more powerful." Mingwei looked at the increasingly dark sky with an unprecedented serious expression, "The person who performs the magic is very powerful in mysticism."

Awan couldn't help but ask: "More powerful than you?"

Mingwei paused for a moment before replying: "Mystical skills may not be better than mine, but my magic power must be stronger than mine."

Awan thought, isn’t this nonsense? With the amount of magic power you have now... wait, does this mean that her level of mystical arts is no longer enough to make up for the gap?

Mingwei frowned and looked around carefully.

The sound of killing gradually faded away, but she ignored it.

Since coming to this era, she has never met a real opponent.

Ming San is just a layman who knows nothing about the subject. Xu Sunshu is a true mystic, but he seems to focus on martial arts, and his level of mysticism can only be said to be average.

But the person who took action today made her feel in danger.

The fog is one, and the night is the other. Using formations within formations, no trace was revealed.

This is a real master.

If you are still in your prime and encounter such a master, you will naturally not be afraid of a fight. But now that there is only this meager amount of mana in the body, it is much more troublesome to deal with it.

"Gen three against four, Qian one Kun five." She whispered in her mouth, pulling Ah Wan, and quickly walked through the grass and stones.

Ah Wan was confused and felt that the scene in front of her was changing step by step.

She couldn't help but said: "You really didn't teach me sincerely. I can't see anything unusual about this thing."

Ming glanced at her slightly and replied: "Xuanshu is profound and profound. What do you want to learn in this short time? I have been enlightened with various formulas since I was three years old. For more than ten years, I have learned it day by day. Sui. Even so, when I reached your age, my master said that I had entered the palace."

Ah Wan was speechless: "Then how many years did it take you to become a fortune teller?"

"Not much, just twenty years." As he spoke, the fog in front of his eyes suddenly opened, revealing something that looked like an altar, with several men in black guarding it.

She pointed her hand: "Destroy them!"

Awan didn't have time to ask any more questions, so she drew out her dagger and went forward to greet him.

Those men in black suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After being startled, one of them picked up the whistle and was about to blow it.

Ah Wan raised his hand and an arrow flew out of his sleeve, shooting the man down.

In a blink of an eye, they were in a ball.

A-wan's martial arts skills are very impressive, and she can defeat many enemies with one opponent without losing any of them.

With her restraint, Mingwei walked leisurely to the altar, looked at the way the formation was set up, and chuckled: "It turns out they are from the Nanyan Sect. ~IndoMTL.com~ She pondered for a moment, and placed the altar Made some changes.

The sky suddenly became brighter.

Awan killed the last man in black and asked her breathlessly: "How was it?"

"Okay." Mingwei turned to look at her and frowned, "Your hands..."

Awan looked down, took out the ribbon and wrapped the wound with her help, and replied: "These people are not weak in martial arts..."

Just after saying this, she suddenly raised her dagger: "Who?"

In the mist, a woman slowly walked out.

Looking at her age, she is probably in her early thirties, wearing a loose Taoist uniform, holding a fly whisk, and has a kind face.

"Mercy, mercy." She walked steadily in front of the two of them, stopped to salute, and looked at Mingwei with a smile, "My little friend is indeed amazing. It only took so long to find the location of the formation. ”

Ever since seeing the Dharma Altar, Mingwei's feelings have not been very good. Seeing this Kun Dao, all the bad things have converged into one point.

She looked at the altar, then at Kun Dao, and asked her: "Did the fairy bring me here on purpose?"

Kun Dao nodded.

Mingwei said in a deep voice: "This is the Nanyan Sect's method. As far as I know, they have no female disciples. Who is the fairy girl?"

Kundao smiled and said, "Xiao Dao Qinglin." But he never mentioned anything about his relationship with the Nanyan Sect.

Awan looked at her warily: "What did you want to do by luring her here?"

Qing Lin looked at her and said with a smile: "Of course we have to catch the thief and the king."

After saying that, she flicked her fly whisk and the dust strands wrapped around Ah Wan.

Awan was shocked and raised her dagger to fight back.

Unexpectedly, this Kun Dao was so powerful that he knocked her dagger to the ground with just a few changes of moves.

"Hurry up!" Awan shouted to Mingwei.