Chapter 353

An Ziyang frowned and looked into the white mist, holding his breath and listening carefully.

No screams.

"Continue! Don't stop! Fill this piece of ground for me!"

An Ziyang shouted, turned around, and walked into the office.

Before walking a few steps, he heard a hoarse voice behind him.

"Commander An? The Daoist is—"

"Die!"

An Ziyang stepped on the ground suddenly!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A fire light like a rope wound out from under his feet, walked a circle around the ten-zhang square area, and then a series of explosions sounded.

The next moment, the ground of the whole courtyard sank suddenly!

An Ziyang flicked his hand, a rope dart hooked onto the eaves on one side, flew up, and turned to stare at the falling old Daoist.

The old Daoist sighed.

Traps, or falling traps, are okay for dealing with ordinary Jianghu masters, but they are really a bit worse for dealing with him. Wudang's most famous light-body martial arts "Ladder Cloud Vertical" is a martial art that pulls up in mid-air, and it is the most effective against this kind of trap.

"Traps are useless against the Daoist, Commander An, you—"

"Stinking bull-nose, why don't you look down!"

An Ziyang shouted in mid-air.

Before the words fell, the old Daoist suddenly felt a foul smell coming from under his feet, drilling straight into his nasal cavity.

He finally changed his face and looked down.

Under his feet was a golden ocean, and I don't know where An Ziyang found so much "gold juice," filling this ten-zhang square pool to the brim.

And that's not all, the old Daoist could clearly see that there were several fire lights burning extremely fast in the pool water, already very close to the gunpowder wrapped in oil paper.

The next moment—

Splash!!!!

A yellow dragon rushed into mid-air, then scattered down, covering the whole courtyard, sprinkling the whole sky bit by bit.

An Ziyang didn't look back, pulled the rope dart and jumped to the roof, supported with one hand, his sleeve exploded, and he raised an iron umbrella to block the filth falling from the sky.

He jumped off the roof quickly and rushed to the next courtyard.

This trap couldn't be effective against heavenly beings, it was just to disgust him, arouse the anger of the heavenly beings, make him chase and kill himself desperately, and temporarily give up the purpose of destroying this place.

Sure enough, the next moment, the old Daoist's voice came from behind.

"Commander An, the Daoist is a reinforcement invited by Lord Li!"

The voice was no longer composed, and there was some anger.

No matter how high the old Daoist's martial arts were, it was hard to block all the filth splashing down like raindrops, and some had already been splashed on his hem.

An Ziyang raised the iron umbrella behind him, and patted his shoulder with the other hand!

"Guess if I believe it!"

"Eat shit!"

The iron umbrella rolled up suddenly, ejecting the filth on the umbrella surface, covering the whole area behind An Ziyang.

Looking at the piece of filth splashing in front of him, the old Daoist regretted it.

Why did he suddenly want to test the defense here for Li Miao, why did he suddenly want to fight An Ziyang for a few rounds... This kid's reputation in the Jianghu is not half as good as Li Miao's!

These few rounds couldn't hurt him, but it was really disgusting!

If it were a life-and-death struggle, he could naturally fight for his face, chase and kill An Ziyang. But An Ziyang is a friendly force, he can only hide, and once he hides, An Ziyang has time to launch the next trap, and he doesn't know how many disgusting things are waiting for him to hit.

But to make him say that he is a Wudang heavenly being and came to help with a body of filth... he really can't pull down this face! Wudang also can't pull down this face!

"Well, it's ultimately the Daoist's own fault."

The old Daoist sighed and dodged.

An Ziyang took the opportunity to jump off the roof, rushed into the courtyard, raised his hand and lifted an iron chain from the ground, pulled it tight, and then looked at the old Daoist panting.

"Old bull-nose, come on, see if I can't fix you to death!"

The old Daoist jumped off the roof and was about to step forward, but frowned and stopped, scanned left and right, and moved his nose.

"So that's it."

"Commander An, you are indeed loyal to Lord Li, not hesitating to use your life as bait to perish with the enemy."

An Ziyang thought it was bad. The old Daoist found out.

Here is a trap buried with gunpowder, and the trigger is in his hand. As long as he pulls it, even a heavenly being will die here with him.

The "shit pool" that looked like a low-class trick before was actually a chain plan. It was to anger the invading heavenly being, call him to chase and kill himself. At the same time, use the foul smell of those filthy things to cover up the strange smell of gunpowder here.

But it was still discovered, the difference in realm is ultimately not something that a few small tricks can make up for.

An Ziyang raised his hand and was about to pull the iron chain.

He would never allow anyone to destroy this place, even if he had to exchange his life for it.

But he saw the old Daoist stop him, and took out a piece of paper from his arms and held it in front of him, sneering at An Ziyang.

"Commander An, the Daoist is really not an enemy. The Daoist is a reinforcement invited by Lord Li, Wudang successor."

"The previous test was also to see if the defense here was strict for Lord Li. Don't do it, otherwise the Daoist will have no face to see Lord Li again."

An Ziyang paused and looked at the paper.

It was an old document stained with blood and yellowed, with a handprint on it, vaguely seeing the words "Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander Li Miao, only works four hours a day, written proof, Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander Zhu Zai presses handprint here, valid for life, never regret."

It was the "labor contract" that Li Miao asked Zhu Zai to sign back then.

It was also the proof that Li Miao gave to the old Daoist to prove his identity.

An Ziyang let go, and the iron chain fell.

He also suddenly slumped his shoulders, squinting at the old Daoist, and after a long while, laughed dryly and helplessly.

"Hehe..."

"Daoist, take a bath first."

The old Daoist's face turned black, and he awkwardly took off the outer robe stained with filth, threw it on the ground, and bowed to An Ziyang.

"Commander An has good means... hehe..."

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After a while, the old Daoist changed his clothes and met An Ziyang.

An Ziyang took the old Daoist and walked toward the inside of this office.

"Daoist, offended before."

"Where, it was the Daoist who was reckless."

"Hehe."

"Hehe."

Both laughed awkwardly and walked to a square.

An Ziyang squatted down and tapped on the ground.

After a while, the floor tiles turned over, and Mei Qinghe poked his head out from inside, holding a sword.

"What's the matter?"

An Ziyang laughed dryly.

"The Commander has invited reinforcements, a high person from Wudang, brought him to see."

Mei Qinghe nodded.

"Come in, it's about half finished."

The three walked into the underground, walked along the newly dug secret passage for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and walked out from an exit.

The old Daoist looked around.

This place is a hundred-zhang square square.

Countless Embroidered Uniform Guards and Tang Men disciples were busy tinkering with something on the ground. There were also many Xiaolingwei soldiers carrying baskets of pitch-black powder from several secret passages, and they could smell the pungent smell from far away.

And on the gate tower on the side of the square, a plaque was hanging, with three big characters written on it.

"Wang Gongchang."