It was approaching noon, and the autumn sun was shining directly above the slightly crowded old courtyard below.

In everyone's sight, the sun shines on the uninvited guest's face, and the bronze mask reflects the metallic light.

Just like the simple blood-stained bronze vessels wielded by tribal priests in the mythical wilderness era when performing human sacrifices, at this moment, thousands of years have passed, but they appear in the walls of this antique Ganpai courtyard.

It's like a lifetime ago.

The young man is tall and thin, wearing a navy blue Confucian shirt and a bronze fox mask on his head.

It was a figure that looked familiar to Rong Zhen.

Even if she were beaten to death, she would never forget it. Since leaving Dagushan, she had woken up from her dreams many times in the middle of the night. The figure of this indifferent and arrogant fox-faced young man could not go away, and even tended to become a nightmare, affecting the girl's Taoist heart.

"Which one of you is looking for me?" he asked.

Everyone was silent and no one answered.

The bronze fox-faced young man walked into the courtyard calmly. Under the gaze of everyone, he suddenly stopped three steps behind the threshold of the courtyard door and lowered his head.

There seems to be a dividing line in front of us, like the Chu-He-Han boundary.

The bronze fox-faced young man stood at the edge of the moon formation under the pool, one step away, turning his head left and right, as if he was looking at the people in the courtyard and the formation nodes everywhere with great interest.

Rong Zhen narrowed his eyes.

Yan Zhang and Lian Qing looked serious and somewhat silent.

The bronze fox-faced young man pointed at a little female scholar in white clothes in the courtyard who was tied up with ropes and could not speak.

"I have a fate with this little guy. Please give her some face and let her go. I can spare your life today."

His tone was friendly and consultative, but he said the most arrogant words.

The atmosphere in the hospital was quiet for a while.

Yan Zhang looked at him for a while, then suddenly sneered and shook his head:

"Aren't you smart? We didn't go to find you, but you walked to the door yourself. Now you dare to negotiate terms with our Si Tianjian. What are you talking about?"

The bronze fox-faced young man kept looking at Rong Zhen and ignored him the whole time.

Rong Zhen, who was standing in the middle of the courtyard as a formation, was silent for a while, then suddenly turned to the little girl in a red coat and asked:

"Who is he? Did you see his face clearly?"

From the moment the bronze fox-faced young man came in, Huang Xuan kept turning her head to look at his face with a dazed look on her face.

At this moment, Rong Zhen was staring straight into her water-cut eyes as she asked.

Huang Xuan came back to her senses, glanced at her, and lowered her head: "I see clearly, but I don't recognize her."

The bronze fox-faced young man glanced at the little girl in the red coat.

Rong Zhen withdrew his gaze and asked coldly:

"What did you do to Ouyang Changshi?"

The bronze fox-faced young man suddenly raised his eyebrows, but unfortunately the bronze mask obscured his expression.

Rong Zhen’s words are as cold as ice:

"For attacking and killing Chang Shi, the crime will be increased by one level. Today's old crime and new crime will be counted together."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "I like your businesslike tone. After listening to it, I really feel that I deserve death."

After a pause, he suddenly asked:

"Did you leave something behind last time? By the way, is this little thing going to be punished with a death penalty? For example, being immoral is a crime of indecency."

The bronze fox-faced young man raised the wad of wrinkled purple light fabric that had been washed white in his hand and gestured.

It was not unfolded, but the faintly visible mandarin ducks on the light fabric clearly explained its close-fitting properties to the sharp-eyed people in the hospital.

In the courtyard, Yan Zhang, Lian Qing and other Si Tianjian Qi practitioners, as well as Miao Si and Huang Xuan, all stared blankly at the small ball of clothing in the palm of the bronze fox-faced young man.

The courtyard was eerily quiet.

Even the arc-moon-shaped tripod sword hanging on the formation above his head was ignored for a while.

"How is that possible? What are you talking about? You..."

Yan Zhang's first reaction was that he didn't believe it, it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could the cold and holy Rong Zhennvshi's tight-fitting bellyband be in the hands of this little thief? Moreover, the red and purple style of this dress is not at all in line with Rongzhennvshi's plain and pure outfit.

Yan Zhang wanted to sneer and ridicule a few words to defend Rong Zhennv Shi's innocence, but the next moment, he turned his head and saw the flower of the high mountain in the Si Tian Prison in the center of the courtyard, which used to be as tall as icebergs and snow lotuses.

The unattainable girl in palace attire, the originally cold and white skin on her neck was like red ink dripping into a glass of water, suddenly covered with a blush like lipstick and rouge.

Rong Zhen wore a golden face with four fierce eyes. He remained motionless and could not see the specific expression on his pretty face. However, the skin on his ears and neck looked white and rosy under the bright sun, making him look particularly charming and bright red.

Everyone in the hospital, except for Huang Xuan who was a little ignorant of human affairs, everyone else understood immediately.

Yan Zhang was dumbfounded, and there was something rapidly collapsing in his eyes as big as copper bells.

The bronze fox-faced young man was so desperate that he continued to ask curiously:

"Why don't you say anything? Well, isn't it your Excellency?

"Okay, then I'll go back and ask other people. I didn't see many people in Dagushan that night, so I can always find the owner."

He sighed happily:

"It seems that the crime of immorality and immorality can be exempted for the time being. It's a pity that the female historian will not reward me for picking up gold, and she will not be punished with death."

As he spoke, he shook his head and put away the wrinkled purple bellyband, and stood up with long sleeves.

The roots of Rong Zhen's neck and ears turned even redder, and the delicate, round ear beads without earrings were so red.

At this moment, Yan Zhang's delicate and handsome face turned blood red, like a rotten eggplant, covered with bruises and purples.

"You...you...are a rampant little thief." He shouted violently.

The bronze fox-faced young man a step away from the formation suddenly turned his head and looked at Yan Zhang coldly.

At the same time, the clear blue [arc] directly above the courtyard, ten feet above Rong Zhen's head, suddenly moved.

Like the moon setting over the river, like a comet striking the sun, it crashes into an old courtyard.

The situation was urgent and everyone was frightened. Yan Zhang was so frightened that he bent over and held his head.

But immediately, everyone who was deeply afraid of the power of the Cauldron Sword discovered that [Arc] quietly stopped in the air after entering the courtyard three feet above Rong Zhen's head.

It's like being stuck in a quagmire, stagnant.

The hazy mist emanating from the feet of the cold girl in palace dress became thicker and thicker, filling the courtyard, like the mist rising in the bathroom while taking a bath.

In mid-air, the blue light around [Arc] slowly shrank and became much weaker.

The arc body trembled slightly.

It's not that it's not sharp enough to cut through the heads of this array and the ants below.

Instead, the sword holder's spiritual energy supply was lost.

The human sword sensor is isolated by the moon formation under the pool.

Come back, it failed for the first time.

After Yan Zhang saw it clearly, he laughed heartily:

"Little thief, the Cauldron Sword is nothing more than that. You are so stupid. You dare to let the Cauldron Sword enter the battle. Now you are trapped. Without the Cauldron Sword, what can you do to kill people?"

Everyone, like Yan Zhang, breathed a sigh of relief.

Lian Qing sneered and said: "Stop talking nonsense, activate Earth Escape and take his head."

Rong Zhen, who kept his head down and said nothing, quickly crushed the red paper with a punch, took out a ball of Wen Qi, closed his eyes and made a seal to lock the person's Qi.

Although the bronze fox-faced young man is only one step away from Chi Xiayue, Earth Escape can trap him and prevent him from running away.

Yan Zhang and others were gearing up, but they did not expect that the bronze fox-faced young man at the entrance of the courtyard did not show any panic, but shook his head gently.

The next moment, the invisible mass of literary energy in Rong Zhen's hand suddenly exploded.

The [Arc] above everyone's heads suddenly burst into bright blue light, piercing through the hazy mist.

It moved, like a fish flapping on the shore reentering the water.

"Whoosh" and disappeared.

Without giving the person half a breath, it appeared again, accompanied by a scream that resounded throughout the courtyard.

"ah--!"

A white-clothed qigong practitioner who was guarding Miao Si broke his body at the waist. The section was neat and divided into two, and the blood line surged.

He bent his body, staggered and fell to the ground.

Miao Si, who was bound and sealed, suddenly felt relaxed. He sat on the ground, opened his mouth wide, and looked around in confusion. He seemed to be able to speak, and the blockade was lifted.

Although she is still the same as Huang Xuan, she is in the place closest to Rong Zhen, and is protected by Yan Zhang, Lian Qing and other Si Tianjian Qi trainers.

At this moment, everyone inside and outside the hospital was horrified.
To be continued...