Chapter 882 (1/2)
Just as the Nangong palace was full of laughter, an old man in the red robe of the Phoenix Temple on the eaves in the distance was full of horror in his eyes.
His old eyes twinkled slightly, a little tile at his feet turned into a light and shadow, and rushed to the distance.
At this time, a black robe figure quickly chased from behind, the speed was as fast as thunder.
”What The old man was shocked. When he looked back and saw the black robe figure with a yellow mask, he saw a touch of fear: ”kill, kill Baichen?”
”My God With a scream, the old man sped up his speed and fled from afar. But the figure in black robe was so fast that it was getting closer to the old man
If the people in the Phoenix Temple are demons in the eyes of the people in the Nangong palace, the killing God Bai Chen is the devil in the eyes of most people in the Phoenix Temple!
A terrifying batch.
This old man is also the strong one of Phoenix Temple, but he now sees Bai Chen, fart all frighten cold.
He can only run, crazy to run for his life.
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In another corner, a white haired old man gazed at the two men who were chasing away and gradually withdrew his eyes.
He took out a delicate small bronze mirror and took a picture of his old face. He immediately gave a smile: ”Oh, you want to cheat me with a fake Nangong Yiyun. Baichen, I don't know your mind.”
The old man put the bronze mirror into his waist and got into the carriage.
The carriage galloped all the way out of Youzhou.
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The old man of Phoenix Temple was sweating profusely, but in front of him, the black robe figure appeared in front of him.
Seeing this black robe figure with a yellow mask, the old man was terrified. He drew his sword and pointed angrily: ”Bai Chen, what do you want to do?”
In front of him, the man in black gradually took off his mask. His face made the old man confused.
”It's not that Bai Chen has a pretty face, but how can you...”
Smell speech, black robed man calmly smile: ”how do I grow a public face, right?”
The old man rolled his throat and didn't dare to say much.
As soon as he threw the Yellow mask, the black robed man calmly looked into the distance: ”my name is Huasheng, not Baichen. Today I'm chasing you, just to make a false impression for someone to see. Don't worry, I won't kill you. Go back and tell the Phoenix King that our patriarch, Baichen, will go to him after solving the problem of Nangong Liucheng. Let him clean his neck and wait!”
No matter what the old man's expression was, the scholar flew out of the sky at his feet.
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Before that carriage left Youzhou, behind the carriage, there was a black robed figure.
This figure is agile, haunting on the eaves, always keeping the same distance with the carriage.
The carriage passed through the mountains, across the plains, beside a gentle stream, and finally stopped.
The old man with white hair came out of the carriage and looked back at the open grassland, but sighed: ”Bai Chen, come out, I know you'll follow me.”
Voice down, not far ahead, there is a black robed youth.
The boy wore a black hat, a black robe and a simple black sword on his back.
He pulled out the black sword in front of him. The boy didn't say a word. He had a finger on the sword.