The two masters looked at each other coldly.

"You guys better not fight among yourself here. If the plane is destroyed, Yuanshi Tianzun will return to an altitude of 10,000 meters. If he wants to escape, no one will be able to stop him." Headmaster Chunyang snorted.

After a pause, he continued:

"If the Songhai branch reacts and informs the headquarters of the Five Elements League, given the importance that marshal attaches to Yuanshi Tianzun, he will definitely come in person. Your southern sect has only one demigod, while the northwest is the headquarters of the Bishop of Bing. There is Shura , there is the King of Fear, and the masters of the Dark Night Rose. If the White Tiger Marshal dares to come, he will die."

The Sixth Elder pondered for a few seconds, then snorted coldly, "Give me your master item."

Headmaster Chunyang Yanran said: "No problem!"

Opening the door of the service room, he beckoned, summoned the miniature board game, and handed it to the sixth elder.

The picture changed from blurred to clear, and Zhang Yuanqing found himself on a street paved with bluestone slabs.

There are row upon row of buildings on both sides of the street, and the dark tiles and cornices outline the antique ancient architectural style.

At this time, the willows are on the moon, and the lights in the buildings are brightly lit, and the sound of silk and bamboo pipe music, the laughter of women and the clear voice of men reciting poems can be heard.

Obviously, he entered the copy and came to ancient times.

"Li Jun, why are you in a daze!"

Someone pushed his back, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head to look, and there were two young men standing behind him.

The one who pushed him was a young man with triangular eyes, wearing a cape, round collar and narrow-sleeved gown, only knee-length, tight-fitting trousers, and full-length shoes.

There is a bronze medal hanging around his waist, which vaguely bears the words "bad person".

The other young man was tall and burly, with the same decoration and the same belt around his waist.

Both of them have unruly eyebrows and fierce expressions, and they are not kind people at first glance.

The young man with triangular eyes was holding a short knife in his hand, the burly young man was carrying a bamboo tube, and the short knife was hanging on his waist.

In addition, the arms of the two were swollen, as if a lot of things had been stuffed.

Li Jun, Li Jun. A memory suddenly flashed in Zhang Yuanqing's mind. His current identity is Li Jun, a villain from the Tang Dynasty.

A few years ago, he stumbled in a burglary and was arrested by the government.

The government cherishes talents, thinking that he has no heinous felony, so they make him a bad person and put him under the supervision of bad commanders.

The two young people behind him are also bad people, the one with triangular eyes is called Fu Xinou, and the one with a full face is called Xi Zhe.

"I'm talking to you!" Fu Xinou, who pushed him, frowned and said, "The gate of ghosts is open on the Ghost Festival, and the whole Chang'an is full of darkness. You and I are in danger."

Zhang Yuanqing responded coldly: "I know, there is no need to say more."

So the three continued to inspect Pingkangfang.

Pingkangfang is 1,022 meters from east to west and 500 meters from north to south, covering a total area of ??about 500,000 square meters. To patrol such a large area, three people alone are not enough.

In addition to the three bad guys, there are also armored and sharp soldiers patrolling.

During the patrol, Xi Zhe raised the bamboo tube from time to time and slowly scanned the surroundings, including the houses on the roadside.

This is his magic weapon, through the bamboo tube he can see evil spirits and capture Yin energy. JrNovels.com