The imperial palace of the Yuan Dynasty was brightly colored and mixed with palaces and tents. If the monarchs saw it, they would definitely criticize it for losing etiquette and not knowing the rules.
At this time, Fang Yuan was in a tent.
When his spiritual consciousness was released, the entire tent appeared completely, and the tip of his nose smelled a faint fragrance again. It was elegant and pleasant, and a beautiful figure like autumn water seemed to appear in front of him.
Even though his face was hazy, Fang Yuan could vaguely outline the whole picture.
"She is indeed a beautiful woman, but..."
There was a trace of suspicion on his face: "This kind of aura... Dream Master? No! Specious!"
"drink!"
Fang Yuan's expression was solemn, and suddenly he made a hand gesture with his hands, and a stream of spiritual light flickered, disappearing into all parts of the tent.
The shaman stood respectfully aside, knowing clearly that the wizard from the south was chasing the murderer's aura, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
With the great national power of the Yuan Kingdom, how could there be so few shamans worshiped
As soon as Dahan died and Zimeng disappeared, someone came here immediately and took away many personal belongings for positioning.
However, no matter what ferocious dog hunters, magical powers and techniques, they all failed in the end, and among them there were many spiritual warriors from the south, who were also helpless.
This Qiutege from the south is said to have created the martial arts after Wuzong. He is a genius, but how much can he do in terms of magic
But the next moment, his eyes bulged.
A layer of blurry mist began to emerge from the tent, mixed with traces of purple light.
The coquettish colors gathered together, and when they came to the crystal mirror, the purple became more intense.
"It is indeed the dream master's method, but why is it somewhat specious..."
Fang Yuan flicked his sleeves and robe, immediately taking away this layer of purple light, and remained silent.
"grown ups?"
The shaman waited for a long time and finally stepped forward and asked.
"You can go on your own, you don't have to follow me anymore!"
Wow!
The figure in front of him was shattered like a water mirror. Only the faint sound was still circulating. It was obvious that the other person had been gone for an unknown period of time.
When the shaman saw this, his face turned pale.
…
Within a street.
There was a purple air floating in front of Fang Yuan, the cloud was uncertain and pointed in a certain direction.
"Hey... I didn't expect this breath tracking method to be really effective!"
This spiritual technique was obtained from the government as Captain Ying Yang in Yang Fan's dream. It has always been used to arrest Jiangyang thieves.
When displayed at this time, the power is truly extraordinary.
Princess Zimeng, who left many shamans and warriors in the Yuan Kingdom helpless, immediately showed her fox tail.
"You are still in Dragon City, you are so brave!"
Fang Yuan followed Ling Ji's guidance and came to a large household. He walked around a few times, suddenly smiled, and walked in directly.
"Bold, don't you know this is Yale's mansion?"
A barbarian man who looked like a butler walked out, waving his riding whip. When he saw Fang Yuan, he was startled again: "A southerner?"
"roll!"
Fang Yuan didn't even look at it, but with a flick of his sleeve, the man immediately became a gourd on the ground.
"Killing!"
"Be bold!"
Many screams were heard, and a dozen barbarians rushed out, bows and arrows bent, with fierce expressions.
After the commotion spread, the soldiers who were patrolling the streets quickly gathered and surrounded the place.
"neither!"
Fang Yuan glanced at it, held the purple smoke ball in his hand, and rushed directly to the back house.
Phew!
Arrows rained down, but they couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.
Under the astonished gazes of many barbarians, Fang Yuan stepped forward and easily crossed the high wall to the back house.
This suddenly caused a stir, and a large number of women screamed in surprise.
Many barbarian ladies ran screaming, but unfortunately their quality was not that good, making Fang Yuan shake his head repeatedly.
"neither!"
With a quick glance, he rushed straight into the tiger's den and came to a place.
"Come out!"
Fang Yuan pressed his palm, bang! The wooden doors and windows suddenly fell apart, and debris flew all over the sky.
"Bold, who are you? Dare to break into my house?"
One of the barbarian generals walked out, with the head of a tiger and the eyes of a leopard, and a majestic weapon. Behind him was a woman in her early twenties with a graceful figure.
"Princess Zimeng, do you still want to deny it?"
Fang Yuan chuckled lightly and blew up the smoke in his hand. The purple mist turned into a small snake, making the woman scream.
Hiss!
These little snakes turned a corner and rushed towards the Hu general.
"well… "
The barbarian general sighed in a low voice, his voice was like a golden bell, it was indescribably euphemistic, crisp and attractive, but combined with his rough appearance, it made people suddenly feel creepy.
"I hid it well, why did you come to expose me?"
A female voice came from the mouth of the Hu general. This scene was like a dream, especially the woman near him, whose face was filled with shame and anger, and she fainted.
"You are not from the Yuan Kingdom!"
The barbarian general, probably the guy pretending to be Yale, looked at Fang Yuan up and down, and then said in an affirmative tone.
"Princess Zimeng!"
Fang Yuan's hair stood on end.
After all, when a seven-foot-old man suddenly speaks and moves like a woman, it can make people get goosebumps: "What a wonderful skin painting technique! I wonder if I will be lucky enough to see the princess's true face?"
"You want to see me?"
"Yale Buhua" shook his head and said in an elegant and pure voice without a trace of impurity: "What's so difficult about this? But why do you have to come now and delay my revenge?"
Obviously, this Hu general is definitely a key figure in Dragon City and holds real power.
Once the princes compete for the throne at a critical moment, it will be difficult to stop them from launching an attack.
"ah!"
"General?"
"No, he is not a general, but a witch!"
…
The many barbarian soldiers who rushed into the back house felt like they were waking up from a dream, and they were even more horrified.
His boss was quietly replaced? This is something that would never happen in your dreams!
"The art of painting skin has nothing to do with it..."
Princess Zimeng sighed: "Just to imitate this person's demeanor, habits, and movements, it really takes a lot of effort! Now you have destroyed them all! How are you going to compensate me?"
"If this innocent and coquettish attitude was yours, maybe I would have surrendered obediently, but now..."
Fang Yuan's mouth twitched.
"Hehe... I know you don't have good intentions, and you won't give up until you see their faces!"
Princess Zimeng laughed playfully and suddenly revealed her face.
A flash of white light!
Something strange happened.
She actually tore off the entire face of Yale Buhua, including her neck, chest, thighs, and clothes... as if she was just wearing a human skin coat from Yale Buhua.
After the coat fell off, it bloomed with brilliance and turned into a thin piece of white paper with Yale's portrait on it, slowly falling to the ground.
In the same place, there suddenly appeared a peerless beauty who was twenty years old, with eyes as bright as pearls and a smile that was extremely charming!
"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at Qingren City and then at Qingren Country... Purple Dream, Purple Dream! She really deserves her reputation, she is as beautiful as a dream!"
Fang Yuan touched his palms and sighed.
He was like this, and the soldiers next to him, even the same women, were all dumbfounded.
"You are the first one to wake up so quickly!"
Zimeng's beautiful brows wrinkled, enough to break the heart of any man: "Besides, the feeling you give me is very different from those men. I really don't want to..."
She used to wear the skin of Yale and acted like a little daughter, which was creepy.
But at this time, every move she made was filled with unparalleled charm. This God-given beauty was originally her sharpest weapon!
"What don't you really want?"
Fang Yuan also seemed to be fascinated by the beauty and took a step forward.
"I really don't want to... kill you like this!"
Zimeng murmured, her voice was like an oriole, as if she wanted to lead people into a dream full of sweetness.
Whoosh!
But while she was speaking, her figure started to move like a ghost. In just a flash, she came to Fang Yuan and stretched out the five fingers of her right hand.
Her fingers were slender, white, and delicate, with not a single pore visible, just like the finest jade.
But at this time, it turned into sharp claws that searched for souls and killed people. The nails popped out, driving strong winds and tearing the air.
Even Fang Yuan, who had just been promoted to Wuzong, would definitely have five more bloody holes in his body if he dared to forcefully catch this claw!
But Fang Yuan had already been transformed.
At this time, compared with when he was just promoted, he is more than just a cloud and mud different
"How can I be a thief when I am a beautiful woman?"
While sighing, Princess Zimeng's expression changed. She felt that her wrist was tightly trapped by an iron hoop of refined steel, and she could not move at all.
"You... let me go!"
A layer of pink immediately appeared on her face, as if she was ashamed and angry, but it made others follow her unconsciously.
"It is indeed an illusion!"
Fang Yuan smiled confidently: "I advise you not to try again. This illusion method has no effect on me! Don't worry, I will not kill you, nor will I hand you over to Yuan Guo. I will just treat you... You’re just curious!”
"You... you are..."
But at this time, Zimeng's expression became very strange.
Like panic, surprise, surprise... all kinds of colors flashed in her pupils, and suddenly turned into a look of determination: "Quick!"
Buzz!
A spiritual pattern suddenly appeared on her body, spreading all over her body, like a purple mandala, getting stronger and stronger, and suddenly exploded.
"This is... a spiritual formation? No! You are..."
Fang Yuan was extremely surprised and took the initiative to let go of his hand and quickly stepped back.
Boom!
It wasn't until he exited the mansion that he had the thought to look back, and saw a purple beam of light rising into the sky, encompassing the entire Yale University mansion.
"Array?!"
He shook his head, "No... the most important thing is her identity! She is actually... "
Fang Yuan murmured a few words, and then saw the panicked Longcheng and the army gathering more and more. He didn't stay and left quickly.
He had a strong premonition that Zi Meng and him would definitely meet again.