Looking at Mo Li who was a little nervous, Gui Bugui laughed and said, "I guess Ji Lao would not come in person, but I thought that Mo Li could do this in person. I didn't expect that even you became cautious, waited for the sky in the wedding hall, and finally waited for a sucker."

"I paid him a reward. As long as you do things well, he can finish it comfortably." Mo Li glanced at the two dead bodies lying on the ground, paused for a moment, and continued, "It's a pity that waste is waste. If something happened, it will lead you here."

"First prove that you are not a waste." Wu Mian sneered and continued, "When something happens to him, he leads me to you. Where will you lead us?"

"Turn you to the underworld!" After a loud shout, Mo Li raised his sword and cut it towards his neck. The moment he started to take action, Wu Mian waved to him. Then Mo Li felt the hand holding the sword sink, and then the sword that was originally holding tightly in his hand instantly reached the hand of the white man opposite.

"Give me the sword back." After seeing the sword coming to Wu Mian's hand, Mo Li seemed to have suffered a great humiliation. His face turned red in an instant, and then he stretched out his slightly trembling hand and said to the white man: "The sword is there, the person is there, return it to me."

"Your person is about to disappear, and you still have the intention to keep the sword?" Wu Mian sneered and continued to say to Mo Li: "When you die, I will melt this sword. Pour it on your bones and let you bring this rust out in the next life."

"You dare!" Mo Li roared and rushed towards Wu Mian. Almost ten feet in front of the white man, Wu Mian suddenly slashed at him with a sword. At this time, Mo Li had forgotten a moment ago, and he was about to end his life with this long sword. His natural reaction was almost taking a step back, avoiding the sword facing him.

When Mo Li retreated, he could feel the sword tip passing through his forehead and nose. Wu Mian deliberately slowed down and did not cut him into two. But that was it, and slightly hot blood flowed down his forehead and the tip of his nose. Because of this long sword magic weapon, a few drops of blood flowed down, and it formed a thin ice shell and stuck to Mo Li's nose bridge. It looked like it was rosacea, but no one could laugh at the person who saw the process.

"Give me the sword back." Mo Li didn't care about the blood on his nose, and kept repeating the same sentence to Wu Mian: "Give me the sword back and return me the sword back"

"Tell me where Ji Lao is, and I will return the sword to you." Wu Mian glanced at Mo Li, who was a little crazy, and continued, "You should know our whereabouts, and the boss of the ship who carried us to sea should also reply to you. Then you should also know the purpose of us coming to find your master. If we tell you where he is, we will not make things difficult for him."

"Give me the sword back" Wu Mian is rare to reason with him, and Mo Li still said the same thing. At this moment, the white man no longer had the mood to continue to reason. After snorting, he walked a few steps in Mo Li's direction, and then raised his sword again and slashed the man who was even more axial than him.

"Stay people under the sword!" As Wu Mian took action, a familiar voice sounded. Then, the long sword in Wu Mian's hand seemed to be pulled by something, and was pulled back by a force. He followed the direction of this force and saw Gui Bugui licking his face and saying to him with a smile: "Someone called for a sword to stay."

"I heard it" while talking, Wu Mian threw the sword in his hand towards the old guy. Gui Bugui seemed to have a premonition of Wu Mian's movements. The moment he took action, the old guy had already shrunk his neck and hid his head, and flashed his body aside.

The sword flew along the old guy's side and finally stuck it on the ground about twenty feet away from Gui Bugui. The sword fell less than a foot to the ground, and a white man in his twenties or thirty years old stood. It was Guangzhi who was anxious to find one of the two masters of Wentian Tower, the Ji Lao who had been sealed with his magic.

After seeing his master appear, Mo Li didn't care about anything. He hurriedly walked around Wu Mian, Gui Bugui and the other two, and his body flashed and had already reached Ji Lao's body. After pulling out the long sword inserted on the ground, Mo Li took a deep breath, and then blocked his body in front of Ji Lao. He looked at Wu Mian coldly, Gui Bugui and the other two, waiting for his master to speak.

"Old man, I know that Mo Li dares not be too far away from the poster, you are." After chuckling at Ji Lao, he continued, "He doesn't go to Luoyang City to do it himself. It's not that Mo Li doesn't want to go. But you have to stay by the poster, not that you are obviously from the poster, so why don't you bother the other yourself? You were originally a soul and a body. Why are you so polite now?"

"I still have some things to do, but it is not convenient to come." After saying this, Ji Lao ignored Wu Mian and Gui Bugui. He turned his eyes to his disciples, paused for a moment, and said, "When I gave you magical instruments, I asked you and magical instruments to be one, not to let you die with it. What's the difference between you and I've settled them with my own hands? If you want you to die in my hands, why did I have to spend so much effort to accompany you?"

Just as the last word came out, Mo Li had already thrust and knelt in front of his master. After wiping the cold sweat, he lowered his head and said, "Please calm down your anger. The disciple was also blinded by anger. It is already a mistake to not cherish his body. If you make your master angry, it is a mistake to add a mistake."

"You two listen to me, old man." After Mo Li finished speaking, Gui Bugui suddenly laughed and said to the master and apprentice: "Master is a good master, and disciples are also good disciples. No one said it was difficult for you. I just talked to the poster for a friend. If you have anything to say, it was just a little thing, and I had to live to death, and even got a life. Why bother?"

"Guixian, you have made things complicated," Ji Lao smiled at Gui Bugui, and continued, "It doesn't need to be so difficult to find me. If others can't find it, you will always have no problem."

"Can the emperor post a notice to find the poster at the gate of Luoyang City? Even Guangren will come here together." Gui Bugui smiled and continued, "No matter whether he is complicated or not, it is good to find the poster. Besides, if the news is too loud, you will probably not want to see another poster."

When he heard Gui Bugui mentioned another self again, Ji Lao didn't want to continue this topic. At that moment, he brought the topic to the main topic: "Let's talk about Gui Xian's friend. Since you came back to find me, then you didn't find Xu Fu on the sea. Or you found Xu Fu, but he couldn't get rid of the elixir, right?"

After Wu Mian and the others returned to the 6th place, the ship's boss and sailors were controlled by another poster. However, from the mouths of those people, they only knew that they had encountered a thunderstorm and the big fish on the sea. Later, they encountered a fleet of hundreds of large ships from afar. However, what Wu Mian and the others had experienced on the ship opposite were still unclear.

However, judging from their expressions when they returned to the ship, finding a way to remove the elixir should not be successful. Ji Lao was also a little curious about what they encountered on Xu Fu's ship.

"No one can tell me if there is no way to detoxify." Gui Bugui smiled and continued to say to Ji Lao: "You should go and see Guangzhi before talking about it. I guess now that I will kiss you in addition to his parents and master."
Chapter completed!