Tang Fan took action as soon as he said so, seemingly impulsively, but little did he know that he had already thought about all this.

He came here tonight just to force Yan Minggu to attack him.

It seemed that Yan Minggu was forcing him to kill someone with a borrowed knife, and finally put the blame on Chu Muge.

But Yanminggu didn't expect that from the moment Tang Fan entered Nuanxiang Pavilion, he had already fallen into a trap.

If Tang Fan does this, the siege of the Xiang family can be solved. All the speculations and disputes he has caused by refining the weapon will turn into personal grudges between him and Yanming Gu.

This is his repayment of kindness to the Xiang family, and also his revenge on the Yan family for seeking refuge in the Lingdian.

As the son of the previous generation of the Black Dragon who protected the country, and the master of this generation of Black Dragon Order, he has not forgotten his responsibilities.

It was also at this moment that Nangong Yuanluo guessed 70% to 80% of Tang Fan's true purpose.

As for Chu Muge, he was still as calm as ever. As long as Tang Fan did not challenge the authority of the Town Lord's Mansion, he would have achieved his goal.

As for the matter of Yan Minggu using him and extorting personal gains in return, he naturally understood it.

Before Yan Minggu realized it, Tang Fan took advantage of the situation and started to stir up dissension, allowing Chu Muge to see his character more clearly...

The flame claws emitted terrifying heat and instantly rushed in front of Yanming Gu.

Yanminggu was well prepared, and his speed exploded. His figure flickered and floated to one side. With a backhand, black light spread out from behind, transforming into a black skull, and shot straight at Tang Fan.

The skull makes a shrill scream, which contains countless innocent souls.

"Ghost cultivator..."

Tang Fan was stunned for a moment, but soon understood.

He had also fought with some masters who had taken refuge in the Spirit Palace before, and there were more or less traces of ghost cultivation techniques in them.

This may mean that this is the benefit they get from taking refuge in the Spirit Palace. Compared with the righteous spells, the attack power of Ghost Cultivator is stronger.

Tang Fan took a step forward to avoid the skull's attack. With a flick of his consciousness, the Yin Talisman flew out.

The skull stopped in the air, and the innocent soul inside let out an even more painful scream.

Tang Fan took this opportunity to bully him, clenched his fist and punched Yanming Gu in the face.

Yanminggu didn't expect that the skull would be controlled. He was slightly surprised. In panic, he raised his hand and threw out a black talisman.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. At the same time as the talisman exploded, the flame claws also hit the wall next to Yanming Valley.

"boom!"

Thick smoke billowed and a gap was blown out of the wall.

To an outsider, it seemed that Tang Fan was struck by the talisman and flew out from the gap.

However, before Tang Fan flew out, his fist swept past Yanminggu's left shoulder.

"ah!"

Although Yanming Gu was only swept away by the fist wind, he still screamed as if he was being burned by fire.

"Long Jiu, don't even think about running away!"

Yan Minggu threw a pill into his mouth and flew after him.

Before the weak people around them could react, the two of them had disappeared.

"Longjiu!"

Nangong Yao still remembered Tang Fan's revenge for ridiculing her before, so she even wanted to chase him out.

"Yao'er!"

Unexpectedly, her shoulders were held down by Nangong Yuanluo.

"Second uncle..."

Nangong Yuanluo shook his head and said: "Be careful of fraud!"

Nangong Yao said unwillingly: "If he escapes under our noses, then..."

"Don't chase after a poor enemy, and don't act on your own initiative. Besides, he has no grudge against us."

Nangong Yao looked into Nangong Yuanluo's eyes and gradually understood.

She also knew that Tang Fan seemed to be ridiculing them just now, but it was actually a form of protection.

"What a profound calculation..."

Chu Muge was still staring at the gap in the wall, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Mr. Nangong is right, we have no hatred."

Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly flashed in the gap, and Long Jiu actually got back in.

"ah!"

Nangong Yao exclaimed and subconsciously took a step back.

"Lord Long!"

Nangong Yuanluo was also surprised. He didn't expect Long Jiu to run back again.

Tang Fan grinned, clasped his fists at Chu Muge and said, "It's not that I'm too scheming, but that Yanminggu is too insidious. I think a few of you have seen what happened today. It was Yanminggu who deliberately provoked trouble and wanted to kill someone with a knife.

, for his ulterior purpose!"

Chu Muge looked at Tang Fan blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He had already thought that Long Jiu was very powerful, but he didn't expect that he would trick the tiger away from the mountain again.

"Young Town Master, I believe you have already investigated what happened that day. Long Jiu won't say anything more here. You can come to apologize to me someday. I won't say goodbye here!"

After Tang Fan finished speaking, he looked at Nangong Yuanluo and said, "Mr. Nangong, I'm leaving first, otherwise the Yan family will kill me. And you... little girl, you are really beautiful!"

Tang Fan smiled handsomely and flew straight downstairs.

But as soon as he flew to the stairs, he suddenly heard a scream not far away from outside: "Ah, who are you!"

This sound is clearly that of Yanming Valley.

"It's bad, there are still people who want to harm me!"

Tang Fan pretended to be surprised, his speed exploded, and he disappeared in an instant.

Nangong Yuanluo and Chu Muge looked at each other, neither of them said anything, and flew out of the gap one after the other.

"Wait for me!"

Nangong Yao followed closely behind.

Tang Fan had already run outside Nuanxiang Pavilion. He turned around and smiled strangely, his body turned into a gust of wind and disappeared in the night sky.

Behind Nuanxiang Pavilion is an open land, and beyond that is a cedar forest.

As soon as Nangong Yuanluo and Chu Muge rushed out of the gap, they saw that Yanminggu had chased him to the edge of the fir forest. His back was covered in blood. It was thought that the scream just now was because of a plot.

Directly in front of Yanming Valley, there was a vague figure that disappeared into the forest in an instant.

"There really are people out there!"

Nangong Yuanluo looked at Chu Muge with a puzzled look on his face.

"It seems that Yan Minggu is not the only one who wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife. This Lord Long has quite a few enemies!"

Chu Muge left a message and sped up to catch up.

But at this time, Yanminggu and the mysterious figure all disappeared into the dense forest.

"Madrigal, be careful!"

Although Nangong Yuanluo felt that there was something fishy about this matter, he was worried that the matter would get bigger and bigger, so he had no choice but to pursue it.

Nangong Yuanluo is a kind person and does not want the situation to escalate, lest it be detrimental to all families and affect the balance of power and harmony in Shatang Town.

"who are you!"

In the fir forest, Yanminggu was extremely angry. He never thought that after following Long Jiu out just now, not only was there no trace of Long Jiu, but he was also plotted against by a mysterious master.

"Xiang Ze, is it you?"

At this time, the only opponent Yanminggu could think of was Xiang Ze.

"If you have the guts, get out of here!"

Yan Minggu's back was soaked with blood, and his injuries were too severe, causing his cultivation to be rapidly depleted.

"boom!"

There was a sudden muffled sound in the dense forest ahead, attracting Yanminggu's attention.

"stop!"

Yan Minggu braced himself, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the sound.

"boom!"

A ghastly big black handprint was photographed instantly, exuding the aura of an innocent soul.

"boom!"

Ice, snow, gravel and wood chips flew everywhere, and the area was reduced to ruins, but not even a single person was seen.

"I let you run..."

Yan Minggu took a step forward and was about to rush over when he suddenly felt a cold breath coming from behind his head. Before he could react, his head was already tightly held tightly by a big hand.
Chapter completed!