At this time, night fell. The caravans, escort agencies, and Luo family squads all lit lanterns and torches, which made the wasteland courtyard bright as daylight.

"I have seen fellow Taoists... I borrow light and borrow light!" Chen Dalang is a ninth-grade cultivator, so of course he has to give Luo Ning and two eighth-grade cultivators to take the initiative to greet him.

As a monk in Tuo County, Chen Dalang certainly knew Mo Gu.

But he could only pretend not to recognize Luo Ning, so as not to arouse suspicion.

Chen Dalang's seemingly respectful and harmless eyes swept across Luo Ning, but he took Luo Tianxia's breath into his eyes without any trace.

"So young."

"I don't know what kind of Tao you are practicing, it looks like Taoist cultivation, martial arts cultivation, and witch cultivation. This young man is a bit strange."

"Fortunately, he is a novice and is not wary of me."

Chen Dalang immediately drew a general idea of ​​the assassination target in his mind.

Although this man is just an amateur killer, he is a head-on-caught man after all, and is not a novice in the world.

Under his boots was a poison-hardened dagger. As long as he approached Luo Ning within one meter, he could kill Luo Ning with a flying shadow leg when Luo Ning was unprepared.

He has practiced this move of Feiying Leg for several years. It is as fast as lightning and has no murderous intention. It is a secret move specially used for assassination.

Can a ninth-grade cultivator kill an eighth-grade cultivator?

Of course, there are many cases.

By poisoning, sneak attacks and other means, it is not difficult for low-grade monks to kill high-grade monks.

There are even cases where monks get drunk and are easily killed by ordinary people in their sleep.

Therefore, Chen Dalang is very confident.

His eyes looked at the abandoned courtyard curiously and said, "I heard that many people died in this place back then, but the government did not find anything."

While looking, he showed his professional habits of a head catcher and actually looked around.

In Luo Ning's view, Chen Dalang seemed to have deviled the policeman he was familiar with at this time, and he was lucky enough to find clues at the scene of the crime many years after the incident.

This is not a question about Luo Ning. Because Chen Dalang is indeed a head-in-chief, he is indeed looking for clues half-true and half-false in the attitude of a head-in-chief.

While looking around, he seemed to be unintentionally approaching the Luo family members, without any flaws.

Even Mo Gu, who knew Chen Dalang, did not see any flaws.

He thought that Chen Dalang was really a professional habit.

Chen Dalang checked the flower pond from a rockery, and was finally only more than a foot away from Luoning.

He pretended to look at the flower pond and smiled bitterly: "I'm really bored too. What else can I see after so many years?"

"Oh, even if you can find a little clue, you won't be able to do anything."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards a stone pavilion beside Luoning.

There is nothing suspicious about the whole process.

When he walked to the stone pavilion, he was less than ten feet away from Luo Ning.

Moreover, his position is behind Luoning.

After being an amateur killer for several years, his heart was already very stable and his restraint on murderous intent was also very good.

It is actually difficult to restrain the murderous intent. To be a killer, you need to train the restraint and concealment of the murderous intent for a long time.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to successfully attack the target. Therefore, ordinary monks rarely want to spend time practicing to restrain their murderous intent.

Chen Dalang felt a little proud.

Luo Ning, aren’t you acting? I’m also acting.

It was less than ten feet away, and Luo Ning could not sense the murderous intent. As long as he took a violent attack, Luo Ning would probably not be able to avoid it.

Whether he succeeds or fails in one blow, he will run away immediately. Mo Gu and others will never meddle in other people's business.

Luo Ning did not feel Chen Dalang's murderous intent, but he felt Chen Dalang... was acting!

This is the magic of the Lingdao monk.

As long as the distance is close enough, you can sense whether the other person is acting.

It is obvious that the head-catching character of this ninth-grade monk was performed!

The question is, why did he play a headmaster?

Thinking of this, although Luo Ning did not feel the murderous intent, he secretly noticed Chen Dalang.

Just when Luo Ning secretly paid attention to Chen Dalang...

Chen Dalang, who was already full of confidence and ready to go... suddenly rose up!

His body flew like a harrier eagle, and a shadow of his legs kicked out like lightning, and the toes flashed coldly, revealing a blue poisonous blade!

The speed is like a sharp arrow, it cannot be said to be fast or sudden.

It was not until this time that his murderous intent that he had tried his best to restrain suddenly scattered unscrupulously, and mercury exploded like a swelling of the ground.

It was time to say that Chen Dalang's flying shadow leg was carrying a poisonous sharp blade, less than three inches away from Luo Ning's back waist.

Even if the other party is an eighth-grade cultivator, it is not easy to deal with this distance.

However, at this moment, Luo Ning's body strangely avoided it, as if she had been on guard for a long time.

Chen Dalang kicked like lightning fast!

Luo Ning was originally an eighth-grade monk. With attention to Chen Dalang's actions, how could he be plotted against?

As the spiritual mind method was activated, Zhang Tianshi's Taoist true meaning and blessing reached the heart. A Yu step that shrank into an inch of the ground avoided Chen Dalang's fatal blow.

At the same time, a thunder seal in his left hand blasted out.

"disease!"

With a "boom", a ball of thunder and fire hit Chen Dalang, and Chen Dalang immediately exploded like dry firewood splashed with oil encountered flames.

This is the first time Luo Ning has used the thunder talisman of Master Zhang Tian, ​​but it is as if he has used it many times and is not unfamiliar with it.

This is also the magic of Lingdao.

Although this thunder talisman is only eighth grade, it is more than enough to deal with Chen Dalang.

"Ah--!" Chen Dalang, who was hit by the thunder ball, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Not everyone can bear the pain of burning thunder and fire.

At this moment, even his soul was burned.

It was not until this time that everyone realized that this person was a killer.

"What's going on?" A little strange flashed through Mo Gu's heart, "Why did Chen Dalang assassinate Luo Ning? Could it be... the second brother gave Chen Dalang the killing order?"

"Second! You're confused! How can you send a bag!"

If Mo Gu can't guess it anymore, then he will be a pig.

What a pity.

If the eighth-grade monk had succeeded in this attack just now!

But Chen Dalang is only perfect in the ninth grade, but he is still not at the right time.

"Brother!" Luo Li couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this scene.

"Brother!" Li Dingguo and Su Xian also changed their qualities.

In fact, from Chen Dalang's attack to being hit by Luo Ning's thunder fire, they had no time to react in a blink of an eye.

Luo Ning was also a little lucky at this time.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was acting, it aroused his suspicion, or if the other party was an eighth-grade martial artist and had a first-grade high-level strength, then I was really plotted against just now.

The world is dangerous.

Who sent this killer?

When Luo Ning thought of this, he immediately fired a fire extinguishing spell to eliminate his thunder and fire burning.

Although the flames on Chen Dalang's body were extinguished, a thunderous smell of burnt smell still spread out, and he still howled.

Already seriously injured.

Luo Ning squatted down and looked at Chen Dalang with cold eyes, "Who sent you to kill me?"

"Say, I'll give you a pleasure. If you don't say it, I will have to draw my soul."

Luo Ning reached out to Chen Dalang's head, "As a monk, don't you not know the pain of soul-drawing, right?"

Chen Dalang is not a ghost, he has a physical body as a basis, and the probability of finding answers to him is actually less than 10%. But no matter how small the probability is, it is barely a solution.

"It's the Xue family." Chen Dalang said without hesitation, "I just took money and was entrusted by others."

At this moment, his intestines were about to break.

The bald Al, the son of the turtle, actually lied to me!
To be continued...