GBP Chapter 330 Are you the only one who is interested in me?
Chapter 330 Are you the only one who is interested in me?
After passing the original site of Wufeng’s headquarters and moving forward for nearly sixty miles, there suddenly appeared a rift that separated the two completely different worlds of ice and snow and the lush forest.
On the other side of the lush forest, under the sunshine, the towering mountains around are covered in lush green clothes, surrounding a depression covering hundreds of acres.
The depression was not created naturally, but was created by cutting off the top of a mountain. On the flat land, there are lakes and rivers, and towering palaces are looming among the lush branches and leaves.
Whether it was the shape and layout of the building, or the unusual emphasis on concealment, it gave Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng a strange sense of déjà vu.
Zhang Xueming was slightly shocked: [...Ayuan, do you think this place looks a bit like a palace gate? ]
Isn't it a bit similar, with four palaces surrounding one hall, except that there is no elders' hall, it is simply a replica of the mountain in front of the palace gate.
If you want to compete with the palace, you don't need to learn so thoroughly, right?
Gong Yuanzheng was extremely angry: […What a smart scholar. ]
Zhang Xueming did not approach rashly. Instead, he rose against the wind and circled above the outer mountains.
In a place like this, it is useless to find the upwind vent. The five buildings are far apart and connected by winding mountain paths and steps.
Like the mountain in front of the palace gate, the Zhiren Hall is located higher than the four palaces. Water is diverted to form a river, surrounding the four palaces, and gathered to form a lake, which is connected by corridors.
[The head of the Liu family did not hand over the layout map of the mountain in front of the palace gate, and other servant families that committed crimes were not found to have traded with others. The elders of the Feng Palace should be more familiar with the back mountain rather than the front mountain... There is only one possibility.] Zhang Xueming didn't know what words to use to describe her feelings at the moment.
Gong Yuanzheng closed his eyes tightly and let out a long breath: [Ten years of catastrophe, those assassins roaming around the palace. ]
Not only did he kill people, he also took back a rough layout map of the mountain in front of the palace.
The four palaces have the same structure, and not going to the Yu Palace will not affect Dianzhu's copying. The assassins did not find the Elders' House, so there is a missing corner here.
Gong Yuanzheng had a strong desire to complain and couldn't help it: [Those assassins back then were observing the style and layout of the palace while killing people? How absurd! ]
[Should I fly in and scan one place at a time, hoping that Dianzhu won't find anything unusual too quickly?] Zhang Xueming felt helpless.
Judging from Dianzhu's personality, there was no telling how many secret passages there were underground in the Qingfeng Sect. What if she was so afraid of death that she would not organize a resistance when she found out that the enemy had invaded, but instead entered the secret passage and fled as soon as possible?
[One in five chance.] Zhang Xueming chose to ask for help from the intuitive player, [A Yuan, where do you think we should go first?]
Gong Yuanzheng said without hesitation: [Yugong.]
Gongmen Yugong is a gathering place for all the strange things, maybe the replica Yugong here is the same?
[Good idea.] Zhang Xueming didn't correct him or ask him why, and pulled the joystick to turn.
Go up against the wind and go down and speed up with the wind.
The black "giant eagle" with a wingspan of twelve meters, along with its two cubs, swooped down on the "Yu Palace" with great momentum.
His spiritual sense swept all the way, and he found both open and hidden sentries along the way. They were in groups of two, wearing black clothes and holding swords, and there was a group every five or six hundred feet. The density was much lower than that at the palace gate, which showed that there was a shortage of manpower.
Zhang Xueming simply poked a small hole in a bulging leather bag around his waist with one finger, and the light yellow medicine powder floated away and mixed into the air.
This sad and refreshing breeze, which has been improved by Gong Yuanzheng, is just right for use at this moment.
The servants and guards in the "Yu Palace" felt the sky suddenly darken. When they looked up, Gong Yuanzheng had already thrown out a bunch of small medicine bottles.
The internal force swept the medicine bottle down and hit the ground hard, splashing the medicine liquid, powder and broken porcelain pieces.
Gong Yuanzheng's timing was perfect and his movements were so fast that it only took a few seconds for the medicine liquid to evaporate and the powder to blend into the air.
By the time those people realized that it was not a giant beast invasion but an enemy attack, they had already collapsed to the ground one after another.
Zhang Xueming’s spiritual sense locked onto a tall middle-aged woman in the main hall of “Yu Palace”.
She was wearing a replica of a palace sword-wielding robe, the hem of the black robe with gold embroidery dragging on the wooden floor. Her face was exactly the same as the portrait of Dianzhu that Shangguan Qian had put together.
In front of her stood two old men in gray clothes, one fat and one thin. The fat one had a fat head and big ears and a face full of flesh, while the thin one's clothes were hollow and thin like a bamboo pole.
No one knew what the three of them were talking about, and the two old men both looked a little anxious.
[Ayuan, you control the hang glider to provide support from above.] Zhang Xueming let go of the joystick, untied the rope around his waist, slid back, and fell downwards.
She drew her sword in mid-air and made a simple diagonal slash with her backhand. A semi-arc of sword wind with a diameter of more than thirty feet whizzed away, and the air was visibly distorted.
Those lucky ones who didn't have Chinese medicine were all within the range of the knife wind. Before they could even blink, their bodies were cut in half.
Dian Zhu and the two old men came out of the hall upon hearing the noise, and saw the tragic scene of blood splattering and limbs falling.
Against the bloody background, Zhang Xueming, dressed in a goose yellow jacket and skirt with purple hydrangea embroidered with gold edges, landed gracefully with a long sword in hand.
Her skin is whiter than snow, her eyes and eyebrows are picturesque, her smile is as beautiful as a flower, and she looks like a fairy from heaven, with an extraordinary demeanor.
"You are the only one who is a bit bamboo?"
Zhang Xueming ignored the two old men at the door who were protecting Dian Zhu behind them, and smiled at the doubtful Dian Zhu.
An old man asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? How did you get in?"
Zhang Xueming took off the mask from his waist with his left hand and put it on his face: "I'm here to collect my debt."
The strange mask seemed to have awakened their memories. The three people's expressions became tense and they all stepped back.
The pair of bright eyes behind the mask looked at them calmly and indifferently, and a murderous aura suddenly erupted from his body, filled with the cruelty and bloodiness of a battlefield.
The terrifying aura that seemed to make people feel like they were on a battlefield with blood and flesh flying everywhere swept over them like an overwhelming force, shocking the three people in front of the temple gate into losing their minds.
Zhang Xueming would not wait foolishly for them to come back to their senses, so he raised his hand and swung the knife.
The fierce and domineering sword wind slashed out with an unstoppable momentum and was in front of him in an instant.
The hang glider returned to the sky above the vestibule. Gong Yuanzheng seized the opportunity and reminded himself in his heart, "Zhao Zhao, don't move."
Two small hidden weapon balls flew over with internal force, and just happened to penetrate the door through the gaps in the sword wind and hit the wooden floor in the hall.
After the hidden weapon exploded, poisonous smoke rose up, which was pungent and choking, forcing them to be unable to retreat.
The two old men could not block the wind from the sword, and they did not dare to retreat into the poisonous smoke in the hall, so they could only jump to the sides in a hurry.
Dian Zhu reacted faster than them and had already drawn her sword. After the two old men moved aside, she would face the first gust of sword wind.
Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng both thought that she was going to try to resist, but Dian Zhu suddenly grabbed the fat old man's clothes on the back, pulled him in front of him, and slapped him on the back, sending him into the knife wind.