: Blocking the Road

With Chen Qianer's surprised and scared eyes, Yi Tusheng slowly walked out of the Xihun Pavilion and walked directly to the palace gate. Along the way, he was thinking about what to do to find out the news about Zuo Mengxiao as soon as possible. The reason why he didn't discuss the specific action date with Chen Qianer was because he didn't know when he would find Zuo Mengxiao, but where did Xiaotao place Zuo Mengxiao?

After thinking about it, Yi Tusheng decided to go to Cining Palace in person, maybe he could find any clues. After all, it was useless to stand here and guess. However, something unpleasant happened just today. It seems not good to go to Xiaotao's palace now. It is better to let her calm down first and then go tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Yi Tusheng felt that things were getting better, so he walked out of the palace gate with his head held high. But he didn't expect that he stepped out of the palace gate and met several opponents he didn't want to meet at the moment. On the way home, Yi Tusheng met the Eight Fingered Yan Luo Yinfeng God and Zhang Pingtai.

At that time, the three of them were very awesome on the road, blocking traffic, just to wait for Yi Tusheng to arrive. Yi Tusheng even had a little doubt whether the three had been standing here for several days. Because the expressions they showed after seeing them were like someone who had not eaten for more than ten days suddenly saw a big steamed bun.

"Yi Tusheng, you can't run away this time, haha, we finally caught you."

"Yes, stand and don't move, raise your hands, you have the right to remain silent, but we will remember what you say in our hearts, and we will give you double back when we catch you."

"You boy caused us a lot of pain. He said that he would kill Zuo Liangyu and give us Wannian Xuelian. But now Zuo Liangyu is dead, but we didn't even see the hair of Wannian Xuelian."

Looking at the three old immortals who were excited, Yi Tusheng suddenly sighed deeply and said with a little crying, "Three, can we just talk about reason? Zuo Liangyu is indeed dead, but what does it have to do with you? He was not killed by you. Why should I fulfill my promise and hand over the Ten Thousand Years of Snow Lotus to you? You think I'm a fool. It's really good. Everyone in the world is stupid, but you three have a head, right?"

"We don't care about that. Anyway, Zuo Liangyu is dead, and we have no chance. Today you have to hand over the Ten Thousand Years of Snow Lotus, otherwise the three of us will fight you desperately. You have no chance of winning against three. Your subordinates are not here. I think you can grow wings and fly away?!" Bajie Yan Luo said in a rough voice.

To be honest, Yi Tusheng actually does not agree with the words of the Eight Finger Yan Luo. Since he absorbed the Yuanyin of the God of Love and successfully built the foundation for Changchun Gong, his skills have already improved by leaps and bounds. He is no longer the Yi Tusheng a few days ago. The Eight Finger Yan Luo may have said such words before, but it may not be good now. Yi Tusheng has a feeling that he can fight against two, but it may not be possible to kill them.

"You are right or wrong. Zuo Liangyu is indeed dead, but you may not have no chance. It is also completely impossible for the three of you to kill me today. If you don't believe it, Senior Feng can come up and try it first to see if I, Yi Tusheng, are bluffing with you, come on." He put his hands behind his back and looked indifferent. Yi Tusheng curled his lips and said with a smile.

"It's too arrogant. Am I still afraid of you? Look at my eight-fingered dragon claw." The eight-fingered Yan Luo was born with a bad temper and couldn't stand it. After hearing Yi Tusheng's words, he didn't think too much and rushed up immediately. The eight-fingered dragon clawed his claws transformed into countless claw shadows on the street, grabbing the important acupoints of Yi Tusheng's body. This madman-like power immediately scared several women and children shopping. Many adults picked up their children and shouted: "Son, run away, you're mentally ill."

The Eight Finger Yan Luo didn't care about these things, and his moves remained unchanged and he grabbed Yi Tusheng's head. Yi Tusheng was also very calm. He didn't see any clever body skills or mysterious moves. He just turned his palms outward and suddenly raised his head, facing the Eight Finger Dragon Claw, which was used to understand very clearly that he wanted to fight with the Eight Finger Yan Luo head-on. This would make it easier to achieve results, and the winner was almost immediately decided.

"Peng!" As expected, his skills were indeed far above the Eight Fingered Yama. The palm power and claws just met, and Feng Feitian was retreated by the powerful airflow bursting from his body. He stepped back three steps back before he stood firm, and his face was as gray as if it was on the wall.

"You, you, your strength has skyrocketed in such a short time. What's going on? Yes, this must be the effect of the Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus. Yi Tusheng quickly handed over the Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus, otherwise I will fight with you and even if I sacrifice my life, I will fight with you. In short, it's boring if I can't get the Tianshan Snow Lotus." Seeing that it was so hard, Bajing Yan Luo simply twisted his head, raised his eyebrows, and put his mouth on the back of his head, making him play a scoundrel.

"Actually, Senior Feng, you don't have to do this. If you want to get the Ten Thousand Years of Snow Lotus, you don't have to be scoundrels or act like a scoundrel. I still have many bright roads for you to walk on." After glanced at the three of them, Yi Tusheng said lightly.

"Nonsense, Zuo Liangyu is already dead. What else do you have? Could you let him survive again and let us kill him again?" Feng Feitian was angry, anxious and fell into trouble, and his words became a little incoherent.

"Although Zuo Liangyu is dead, some people are still alive. Your road is still very spacious, but this seems to be not a place to talk. Let's find a quiet place to talk."

At this moment, several conscripts looking for the street came over and shouted, "Everyone is dodged, they dodge. I heard that there is a mental illness here, where is it? Come out quickly. It's too unreasonable. He actually released the mental illness. How did this guardian do it?"

Yi Tusheng was afraid that Feng Feitian would vent his anger with the tolls, and hurriedly said, "Forget it, the three seniors are all Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world. You shouldn't be calculating with a small toll. After it is reported, you will be laughed at. Let's leave here as soon as possible."

When he heard Yi Tusheng praise him in person for being Taishan Beidou, Feng Feitian and others were immediately happy, and raised their chests and said, "How could our identity be quarrel with a few small tolerances? Well, we will trust you again, let's talk in another place."
Chapter completed!