My Disciples Are All Villains - 151

Chuanyun Feilian paused slightly above the Motian Pavilion…

The female nuns who had no chance to fly on the fly could not help but raise their heads and look towards the sky.

Looking at it this way, it looks like a shining boat.

Ming Shiyin suddenly felt that it seemed good to be at the helm at the forefront.

The whole Jinting Mountain has a panoramic view.

“Let’s go.” Ming Shiyin reminded.

The flying flies moved forward in the air.

“Tangzi Town is not far away… the speed is adjusted to the slowest.” Lu Zhou ordered.

“The disciples obeyed.”

As the speed slowed down, everyone stood on the side of the flying wing, overlooking the earth, mountains, woods, and rivers.

Some special birds and beasts shuttle among the clouds, and the sun shines through the clouds and falls on the flying robbers.

The view is pleasant.

Lu Zhou said, “Elder Hua…please.”

Hua Wudao was flattered, and quickly made a gesture of please, letting Lu Zhou go first.

The two came to the front of Fei Nang side by side, standing in the best position, enjoying the scenery.

“Yunzong has two flying dragons, one for the master and the other for the daughter of the lord. Compared with Chuanyun flying dragons, the two of Yunzong are still far apart.” Hua Wudao said sincerely.

Lu Zhou said slowly: “It’s just a means of transportation, not worth mentioning.”

“Means of transportation? The pavilion owner’s statement is really refreshing.” Hua Wudao nodded.

Chuan Yun Fei Nian moved forward for a moment.

Hua Wudao thought for a while, and said, “Fan Xiuwen is just a prisoner, and his cultivation base has been sealed. Since we are going to the descendants of the Ten Witches to ask for an explanation, why should we take them?”

“Fan Xiuwen is the leader of the black rider, with a high level of cultivation, but he is willing to kneel down to his seat for the sake of Li Qi.” Lu Zhou said.

“The main purpose of the pavilion is that maybe Li Qi will make concessions because of Fan Xiuwen?”

“not necessarily.”

Lu Zhou Fuxu continued, “With Fan Xiuwen’s knowledge and temper, what kind of woman can make him willing to bow his head and be a cow or a horse? Not even afraid of life and death?”

Fan Xiuwen doesn’t look like a kind of infatuation.

Hua Wudao helplessly shook his head: “Witchcraft?”

“almost.”

“Sure enough…” Hua Wudao was surprised, “I thought that this evil way of controlling it would have disappeared long ago, but I didn’t expect it to be there today.”

“The world is full of surprises,” Lu Zhou said.

The flying flies swept across the sky.

When approaching Tangzi Town…

Some practitioners passing by at low altitude saw this scene.

“Flying, it’s flying!”

“Which martial sect is it?”

“I can’t see the flag…and I haven’t engraved the name.”

The younger generation of practitioners naturally don’t recognize Chuan Yun Fei Nian.

The older practitioners opened their eyes when they saw Chuanyun, and reminded excitedly:

“This is the cloud-piercing and flying nun of Motian Pavilion Ji Tiandao!”

“Flying in the Devil Heaven Pavilion?”

The cultivators landed and watched with some fear at the slow-flying cloud-piercing flies, some of them were so courageous, they fled quickly!

“When Ji Tiandao crossed the world…it was this fly.”

“Didn’t it mean that Ji Tiandao’s deadline is approaching, and now he is staying at Jinting Mountain and spending his old age in peace?”

“A lean camel is bigger than a horse… Don’t forget, the last time the top ten masters besieged Jinting Mountain, it ended in a disastrous defeat.”

The practitioners near Tangzi Town all looked up.

Mentioning the ancestor master of the Motian Pavilion, all talk about the change of color.

It didn’t take long.

Chuanyun Feiyan passed the mountains and rivers, and was about to arrive at Tangzi Town.

Pan Zhong looked down at the earth, frowning, and said, “Please look at the pavilion master, the mist is rising below, which is a bit weird.”

“It’s really like this… How can there be mist on this sunny day and the sun is so good?” Zhou Jifeng asked in confusion.

“Witchcraft big formation?” Xiao Yuan’er said.

After all, she and Luzhou went across the Tianjiang River, and the fog that permeated the surface was the same as the witchcraft formation except that the color was not lavender.

“Looking at the formation, it’s not like a big formation of this level can be laid in seven days…” Pan Zhong frowned.

Ming Shiyin looked back and said, “It’s a simple truth…This shows that before they went to the Demon Sky Pavilion, they had already deployed a large formation here for a long time.”

Everyone was shocked.

Hua Wudao glanced at Lu Zhou who was standing next to him… Lu Zhou’s complexion was calm, and there was no particular fluctuation.

“It seems… the one in the palace, from beginning to end, has no plans to seek peace.” Hua Wudao said.

“As expected.” Lu Zhou was not surprised.

Seeing the concentration of the mist, you know that this big formation is not an ordinary one, and it takes a long time to prepare.

Chuan Yun Fei Nian brought it right.

“Ming Shiyin.”

“The disciple is here.”

“Go around Jinting Mountain for a week.”

“De Ling!” Ming Shi changed a word, and the whole person looked vigorous.

Hua Wudao nodded: “See you from the pavilion master.”

“Know yourself and the enemy, so you can survive a hundred battles.” Lu Zhou said.

The speed of Chuanyun Fei Nian suddenly accelerated.

Almost several times the previous.

The buildings and scenery on the ground quickly retreated and passed by.

Pan Zhong carefully observed the abnormal movements on the surface.

Motian Pavilion has always been feared and awed by the world, so Jinting Mountain has a radius of tens of miles. Except for Tangzi Town, no one else lives, and there are very few practitioners.

Many places on the surface where the flying wing passed by, showed a weird scene of rising mist. Moreover, the rising mist is slowly moving in the direction of Jinting Mountain, and part of it has touched the barrier!

People who don’t understand formations just think this is a normal natural phenomenon.

Chuan Yun Fei Nian’s speed increased.

Under the helm of Ming Shiyin, Zhaoyue, Pan Chong, and Zhou Jifeng poured their vitality into Jia.

The long tail effect with gleaming light appeared.

Jinting Mountain is very big, and the distance to go around is not short…

But for Chuan Yun Fei Nian, this is nothing.

After a while.

Ming Shiyin said loudly, “Tangzi Town is coming again.”

He deliberately added “again”.

This means that Chuanyun Fei Nian will make a round trip.

Pan Zhong said: “Pavilion Master, I have already seen clearly…only the formations are all arranged in a semicircle three miles south of Jinting Mountain, but not elsewhere.”

Lu Zhou nodded and said: “The descendants of the Ten Witches are never the Ten Witches, and they cannot do the Ten Witches.”

Hua Wudao agreed: “The Ten Witches are the masters of witchcraft… However, it is not easy for the descendants of the Ten Witches to build a three-mile formation.”

The speed of flying through the clouds gradually slowed down.

The effect of the light also disappeared mostly.

at the same time.

The red-robed cultivators who had arranged a large formation near Tangzi Town stopped their movements and looked up at the sky.

The huge cloud-piercing feathers attracted their attention.

Thirty red robe practitioners quickly gathered together and stood in three rows.

Wu Sheng and Wu Guan looked over.

“It’s the fly of the Demon Heaven Pavilion.”

“They still failed to recognize the Lord.” A weird smile appeared under Wu Guan’s calm expression.

“Moshazong promised to unite with us, I don’t know when we will arrive?” Another red robe practitioner said.

Haven’t made it clear yet.

Hum——

From the sky came the sound of flying through clouds.

Flying through the clouds slowed down, even descending altitude.

When the vitality is revoked…

The light that pierced Yun Fei’s whole body also faded, without the light surrounding it, it was more like a flat boat floating in the sky.

The flying fly dropped to the level of the trees and stood still.

Wu Sheng and Wu Guan made their eyelids jump a few times.

On the fly.

Lu Zhou and Hua Wudao stood in the forefront, condescending.

The red robe cultivator did not leave, but flew in the direction of Fei Nian.

Flew to the same height as Chuanyun Fei Nian, and bowed at the same time.

“Wu Sheng has seen Senior Ji.”

The red robe practitioner, bends at the same time.

Lu Zhou held his hand and glanced over the thirty red robe practitioners.

“Dazhen, how is the cloth?”

Straight to the point, straight to the point.

Wu Sheng’s heart trembled. Obviously, Mo Tian Pavilion already knew about their formation.

Who on earth revealed such a confidential matter?

“The pavilion master was joking… I happened to be staying in Tangzi Town for a few days when I was ordered to act.” Wu Sheng said.

This kind of dialogue is meaningless except a waste of time.

Lu Zhou said again: “Where is Li Li?”

“Master Mo…far away in the capital city. I don’t know what’s the matter with the pavilion master? I can convey it on my behalf.” Wu Sheng said again.

Lu Zhou looked indifferently at the group of red-robed practitioners in front of him. Not only were they not afraid, they secretly coveted the Demon Heaven Pavilion, stealing the power of the barrier, and pretending that they didn’t know anything, they were hypocritical. Lu Zhou said calmly:

“remarkably brave.”

The red robe cultivator was startled, and he didn’t quite understand what Lu Zhou meant.

Ming Shiyin shouted in a cold voice: “The idea of daring to hit Jintingshan…getting tired of it? Hurry up and ruin these formations, and the stranger will kneel down and get caught. The master may be happy for a while and spare your lives.”