Chapter 446: Beibei has a good figure?

Looking along the light curtain, it is a pentagonal light curtain, half of which is hidden in the building. Using the structure of the building, the activity space here becomes extremely small.

Scarface looked up and saw a huge square tripod floating above his head, as if he didn't know when.

Although Scarface didn't know what it was for, he understood that it was a tactic aimed at him. Something suddenly came out of his body. It seemed to be a breeze, or also like a consciousness.

Looking closely, there was nothing.

"Pfft!"

Scarface fainted on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Murong Ji, who was in the Yang Shen state, saw a faint shadow, as if it did not exist in this world.

It was an ethereal feeling, like looking at a 3D projection.

Murong Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, with astonishment in his heart. He controlled his body and took out the Fantian Seal again. He directly used his true energy to form a square seal to suppress the Yin and Yang and the Five Elements.

He just didn't believe that Gu Jiting could transcend the five elements of yin and yang!

The illusory figure bumped into him several times and tried from all angles but failed to escape. He calmed himself down and then looked at Murong Ji.

"How did you do it?" After the voice fell, a group of people slowly gathered in front of Murong Ji. A middle-aged elegant man in a suit and trousers, with his head tilted to the side, appeared in front of Murong Ji.

Murong Ji was startled. Looking at this man, he subconsciously thought of the nineties and nineties ago. The heavy breath of history came over him...

That feeling is contradictory and complex, the mixture of the elegance of Chinese men and the atmosphere of advanced Western civilization has a unique flavor.

"You are not a simple person either. Are you from that place?" Gu Jiting pointed to the sky and then said with a smile: "I feel a kind of ancient charm in you."

"A person without certain cultivation and ability can never develop this kind of temperament. I wonder which ancestor you are? Are you here to take me in?"

Murong Ji frowned slightly and looked at Gu Jiting's state carefully. It was between illusion and reality, and he could switch back and forth between the two.

[That’s amazing!] Murong Ji exclaimed sincerely.

Before he could say anything, suddenly, a man came up the stairs. Turning around, he saw Zhang Chulan suddenly kicked the flag down.

Murong Ji's face darkened and he shook the soul-catching bell in his hand violently, "Ding Ling!" In an instant, Gu Jiting screamed in pain and his figure disappeared into thin air.

[Senior, I'm leaving...]

Murong Ji's face was livid. Looking at Zhang Chulan holding the battle flag and standing there awkwardly, Murong Ji slowly exhaled, "Ha! Zhang Chulan! Good! You're good!"

The Yang Spirit returned to the body. Murong Ji moved his body, lifted Wang Ye up and woke him up.

Then he began to collect the formation flags and magic weapons.

Zhang Chulan was a little embarrassed. Seeing that Murong Ji was unwilling to pay attention to him, he could only mock Wang Ye, "Hey! Old Wang also gets beaten up sometimes! It's not easy!"

Wang Ye was speechless, "Get out of the way!" Then he thought of something, "Zhang Chulan, you ruined your Master Murong's good deeds, how are you going to explain it?"

Zhang Chulan was speechless. "What do you want to confess? Ignorance is not a crime!"

Wang Ye looked at him with disdain, "Hey, hey, hey, I'm not blind. How long have you been hiding under those stairs? Did you think I didn't see you?"

Zhang Chulan was startled, then reacted, "Hey, you're not honest either."

Just as Wang Ye was about to retort, he heard an angry roar from downstairs, "What are you guys dawdling about for! Get down here right now!"

"Here he comes! Here he comes!" Zhang Chulan mentioned the scarred face, gave Wang Ye a look, and went downstairs.

Wang Ye felt something was wrong, so he looked back, but found nothing. He followed Zhang Chulan downstairs.

As soon as he left, a red dot suddenly lit up in a corner of the unfinished building.

Qu Tong sat on the bed, looking at her sleeping daughter with a tender look on her face.

Then he took out his phone, looked at the remaining surveillance footage, and turned on the sound...

"It seems that you are really an insignificant person in this world..."

"Hey, idiot..."

"Gujiting."

"who are you?"

"how did you do it?"

"Haha, you really came here for Daluo Cave Temple!"

……

Murong Ji walked out of the building and saw only cars going everywhere, but he didn't see Feng Baobao. There were several more cars coming, all of which were people captured in the past few days.

Murong Ji walked to the back of the building, glanced at the location where the battle flags were planted, and said, "Uh..."

Thinking that he had seen it wrong, he quickly took another look, but there was nothing. "Damn!" Feeling a little uneasy, he hurried to the other two places.

The second battle flag was also lost! A few words were left on the ground: Thank you for the reward, senior.

Murong Ji's face turned pale, and a surge of anger slowly rose up. Really...

Suppressing his anger, Murong Ji walked towards the third place. Not far away, Murong Ji found Feng Baobao. Murong Ji felt a little relieved that the battle flag was not lost.

After putting it away, Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to them and returned to Baiyun Temple alone. After washing up, he lay on the bed, still finding it hard to accept it.

His magic weapon was taken away by someone. When had he ever suffered such a loss? !
He suddenly sat up from the bed, "Okay, this is great!" He sat cross-legged, calmed down, and began to think carefully about the scene when he met Gu Jiting.

Almost all life-related skills and techniques can be ruled out. Even if one plays with the twenty meridians in the human body in various ways, it is impossible to achieve that level completely.

"Gathering and dispersing the body at will, this has a bit of the flavor of the third level of reverse life."

As Murong Ji muttered to himself, he thought of Feng Shayan's innate ability. Thinking of this, Murong Ji had some ideas.

The combination of human meridians, soul and magic is the Qimen magic. The Eight Gates Moving is fundamentally different from Feng Shayan's innate ability.

One relies on formations and one's own destiny to stabilize the state of space, and the other relies on one's own cultivation and Taoism to stabilize the space.

Simply incomparable.

"How on earth did he do it?"

Murong Ji really couldn't figure it out. The world's magic was so mysterious that it was beyond his expectations. After thinking about it, he could only be sure of one thing.

Daluo Dongguan is a technique that can abandon the "essence" and only focus on Qi and God, which is indeed extraordinary.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead and found that it was already bright outside. "Who cares! Let's go to sleep first!"

He fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

After waking up, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Beibei's big, beautiful eyes, blinking at him.

The father and daughter looked at each other for a long time before Jiang Beibei reacted, stretched out her little hand, and closed Murong Ji's eyes again.

Murong Ji picked her up and held her in his arms, "Why are you back and still so honest?"

"Mom said Dad is tired and doesn't want to disturb your sleep."

Murong Ji chuckled, stood up, put Bei Bei on the ground, and said, "Go play."

Hearing the noise in the house, Qu Tong came in with a basin of water, "Are you awake? Wash up, we're going out to eat."

After Murong Ji washed himself, put on his clothes, and followed him out the door.

This was another high-end restaurant that Murong Ji had never been to. While eating, he walked out of the private room and saw Huo Yunan walking towards him.

The two greeted each other from a distance and passed each other. Murong Ji then realized that there were two middle-aged men and seven or eight children around sixteen or seventeen years old following her.

After entering the private room, Murong Ji realized that one person was missing. "Where's Beibei? Where did she go again?"

"He was picked up by Huo Yunan."

Murong Ji was a little speechless. Didn't he see it just now? Was that little thing hiding from him?

Suddenly, I became curious, "Why does Huo Yunan like Bei Bei so much?"

Qu Tong glanced at him with some annoyance, "You don't know how good Beibei's appearance is! It's hard to find another Beibei with such appearance in this world."

Murong Ji suddenly felt that something was wrong. Children with good talents were indeed more liked by their elders, but the problem was that he seemed to remember that Jiang Beibei's appearance was not good enough to be snatched away by others.

When Qu Tong saw Murong Ji frowning in thought, her heart skipped a beat and she felt a little uneasy. She just kept her head down to eat, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible.

"What if...what if Huo Yunan wants to form an alliance with you? She is the disciple of the old Heavenly Master. Her strength may not be that high, but her background is definitely strong."

Murong Ji nodded. One of the indispensable resources for aristocratic families is connections. All kinds of relationships, complicated and intertwined, are just to make themselves "able to speak".

The second thing is to keep the means of production and the indispensable raw materials firmly in our own hands. This is the most fundamental thing.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji continued eating.

"Hubby, I think Huo Yunan wants Bei Bei to be her granddaughter-in-law..."

Murong Ji did not reply. After dinner, he wiped his hands and thought in his heart that with the influence of Huo Yunan's husband's family, it was indeed suitable for Jiang Beibei's situation.

However, he was afraid that Jiang Beibei would be eaten by those people until not even a bone was left.

"Let's go pick up Beibei later."

Qu Tong was startled, a little surprised, "Husband, this... are you sure?"

"Who knows what will happen in the future? I know Beibei's level very well. What if he doesn't like Huo Yunan's grandson? Many things can't be forced."

After saying that, Murong Ji had already left the private room and walked towards Huo Yunan's private room, picked up Bei Bei, and then left the restaurant.

Qu Tong started to pick up the father and daughter and drove them back to the villa.

It was already late, Murong Ji forced Jiang Beibei to do her evening lessons, which made the little girl pout and look unhappy.

Murong Ji frowned and slapped her on the butt. At other times, it didn't matter how much it hurt. When it came to practicing martial arts and accumulating experience, one could not be careless at all.

If you don't even have the skills to make a living, are you just waiting to be played around with by others in the future?
"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang, immediately attracting Jiang Beibei's attention. Murong Ji slapped her on the butt again, "You're distracted!"

(End of this chapter)