The two Ghost-faced Rakshasas pushed Chen Muchan to the ground and stood at the side with their knives.
Chen Muchan half-knelt and raised his head to look at the red-robed, ghost-faced man. At the same time, he was secretly sizing up his surroundings.
"Hand over the scroll."
The ghost-faced man knocked his iron cane heavily on the ground and asked coldly.
His words were firm. It was obvious that he wasn't doubting, but confirming.
Hearing this, Chen Muchan gave up completely. He was 100% sure that he had been exposed.
With that thought, he did not hesitate at all. His body suddenly jumped up and fled.
The black-robed Rakshasas around him immediately rushed forward. Their sabers flashed and blocked his escape path.
However, Chen Muchan's martial arts weren't bad either. He was quite agile in the air.
He moved his feet and kicked the black-robed Rakshasa away. Then, he used the force to retreat.
Without needing the red-robed Ghostface's order, eight black-robed Rakshasas charged forward with bows and arrows in their hands.
whoosh
whoosh
whoosh
……
Arrows flew everywhere, and the space was small. Chen Muchan could only try his best to turn his body.
Four or five sharp arrows brushed past him, causing him to feel a chill all over his body. He could not help but pause and turn his head to dodge.
Another sharp arrow brushed past his eyes, just enough to send his mask flying.
At this moment, the red-robed ghost-faced man couldn't hold it in anymore. He snatched the bow from his subordinate and pulled it to the full. An arrow pierced through the air and hit Chen Muchan's shoulder.
"Hiss!"
Chen Muchan sucked in a breath of cold air as he felt a sharp pain.
He suddenly swung his hands backward, and two small black metal balls spun toward the red-robed ghost face.
The red-robed ghost face had made a meritorious deed with his arrow. He had wanted to take Chen Muchan down, but after seeing the two black metal balls, his expression changed.
He stopped in his tracks and stabbed his iron cane into the ground. He clapped his hands forward, and his internal strength surged out. A visible protective qi immediately protected his entire body.
rumble
An explosion sounded, and a ball of flames exploded in front of him. The shockwave shattered the floor and the screen, and several Ghost-faced Rakshasa were sent flying.
At the same time, Chen Muchan was pushed back by the shockwave, and his body fell and rolled.
He broke the arrow on his shoulder with one hand, then jumped on the ground like a hawk and escaped.
This set of movements was really smooth and natural.
After the shockwave subsided, the red-robed ghost face rushed out of the smoke unscathed. However, there was no trace of Chen Muchan. All he could see was a broken arrow on the ground.
"Chase, we must get the scroll back!”
The red-robed ghost face waved his hand, and the uninjured black-robed men hurriedly chased after him.
……
In Qunfang Pavilion, the song and dance had already come to an end.
As the melodious foreign music became softer, the rhythm became slower.
The foreign dancers also slowed down and formed a circle.
"It looks like it's about to end. I haven't seen enough!”
Zhao Buzhu smacked his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.
Zhu Yipin nodded.
Needless to say, the dance music was quite nice.
Dong Tianbao's eyes were filled with pity.
He had been a monk since he was young. When had he ever seen such a scene?
Lin Wuyou ate a piece of pastry and clapped his hands, intending to sit up straight.
However, at this moment, the music suddenly changed and became passionate again.
On the fourth floor, a barefooted woman in purple gauze slowly descended.
Her figure was as graceful as a fairy. She landed in the middle of the foreign dancers, holding a purple ribbon in her hand and dancing.
At first, everyone thought that these foreign dancers were not bad, especially their small waists that were like water snakes, which were very attractive.
However, when the woman in the muslin dress descended and danced, their previous views changed.
Those dancers were not worth mentioning!
Everyone's attention was drawn over.
Even Lin Wuyou, who had been nonchalant at first, was now focused on watching.
Chenchen waved its body like a purple light.
However, everyone watching could see how she danced. That strange feeling challenged everyone's nerves.
What was even more surprising was that those foreign dancers had cheered and laughed when they were dancing.
When Huanhuan was dancing, there was no sound. It was as if someone had pressed the mute button in the entire Qunfang Pavilion. There was no sound at all.
While jumping, the purple ribbon in Huanhuan's hand suddenly flew up into the air, wrapped around a railing on the second floor, and then flew to the second floor.
It 'coincidentally' landed on the table of Lin Wuyou and the other three, turning its graceful body.
There were fruits, pastries, and wine on the table. It was unknown how she moved, but she did not remove anything.
However, Zhao Buzhu, Zhu Yipin, Dong Tianbao, and the three women who were accompanying them were dumbstruck. Their eyes were lifeless as they continued to look downstairs as if they had not seen the scene in front of them.
Huanhuan glanced at the four of them and finally stopped at Lin Wuyou. She smiled sweetly and said,"
"This little girl is very curious about your name.”
"I'm Lin…Worriless!"
Lin Wuyou, who was still immersed in the Heavenly Demon Dance, subconsciously answered when he heard the question.
But halfway through his sentence, the two words echoed in his heart, and his heart tightened.
As he continued to answer, the carving knife hidden in his sleeve secretly fell into his hand.
Holding the saber in his hand, the habitual sense of concentration made his originally hazy mind wake up.
Lin Wuyou's dull eyes became clear. He glanced at Huanhuan's face and saw her beautiful face. He was alarmed.
The Yin Sunflower Sect under the Meng Yuan Demon Sect!
Then the dance just now was…the Heavenly Demon Dance!
As expected, it was as if the devil had captured his heart, making him difficult to fathom.
Lin Wuyou was also familiar with Meng Yuan's Jianghu. After all, he had been undercover there for a long time.
In this world, Meng Yuan had a large number of experts that he was familiar with.
There were three Great Grandmasters, the Imperial Advisor Ba Shiba, the Devil's Doctrine Meng Chixing, and the Emperor Si Hanfei.
There were even more Grandmasters.
For example, Yin Weed Sect was one of the two Six Sects of the Devil's Doctrine. The sect master, Empress Yin Zhu Yuyan, was a grandmaster expert, and her Heavenly Devil Arts were hard to guard against.
As for this Huanhuan in front of him, although her reputation had yet to spread, she was still a little too weak.
However, Lin Wuyou naturally knew this eccentric woman.
Why did she come to the capital?
Lin Wuyou looked at Wanwan as he kept guessing.
Seeing that Lin Wuyou's eyes had suddenly regained clarity, Chenchen looked at the handsome, scholarly-looking man in front of her and felt a trace of interest in her heart.
He actually woke up from the Heavenly Demon Dance so quickly.
"Worriless, what a good name, Young Master."
After praising her, Wanwan turned around and flew out. She quickly returned to the stage and continued her unfinished dance.
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