Chapter 165 The Tenth Person (1)

Sikong Zhao spoke openly, and Song Qingyun, who had said this, also took out a drawing like this. For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the two maps.

The paper and size of the two maps looked the same. Except for the word "Qian" in both of them, the content on them was different. Fu Yu also took out his own map at the moment: "Fellow Daoist Sikong is right. , since we have the same purpose, why not help each other?"

Three maps appeared, and the contents were all different. No matter how slow you were, you would realize that you had to gather all the maps together to find the secret place. Others also took out their own maps. What was surprising was the one who had been there all along. The masked male cultivator took out three maps without saying a word.

There are nine maps in total. When put together, the center piece is missing.

Song Qingyun's face was slightly frosty: "Is there anyone here who has a map in hand?"

One piece is missing, and it is the most important one, and the atmosphere becomes subtle again. People who have taken out the map can basically be eliminated, so Ouyang Wushuang, who has not taken out a map, and Hong Yi, who has been playing with a fan. The man is the main target of suspicion.

The male cultivator in red knocked his fan on the table and spoke first: "Don't look at me, I don't have one."

Ouyang Wushuang also quickly clarified himself: "Neither do we."

If a corner piece is missing, everyone present will believe their words, but the missing map is too special. Who knows if someone deliberately fished out other people's maps to reap the benefits. After all, people who go to the secret realm are more likely to If it is less, those who enter will get more. It is impossible to say that there are still powerful monks to pass on.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that everyone has the possibility to hide the map privately.

There is no way to remain in such a stalemate. No matter what, it is best to let everyone present tell them everything they know. Fu Yu said with some hesitation: "There are exactly nine maps among the nine of us here. Will the remaining map be used?" On the tenth person?”

This is indeed very possible. As soon as she finished speaking, Si Kong Zhao nodded in agreement: "Not bad, so do you have any other clues?"

His words simply asked Fu Yu's heart, but what was disappointing was that everyone present was silent, so the only breakthrough was the map in Chapter 10.

Due to the lack of a map, there was no new progress in sitting like this. The nine people agreed to continue to meet here in five days and then went their separate ways.

Fu Yu and Sikong Zhao walked out of the office together. When there was no one else around, there was no need to pretend. Sikong Zhao immediately asked directly: "I don't know what you call your friend?"

Fu Yu had already expected that he would ask this question, so he clasped his fists and replied: "Han Yu."

Sikong Zhao laughed: "When did Fellow Daoist Han meet me before? I don't remember."

This person spoke directly, but Fu Yu didn't dislike it, and even admired it, but it was not easy to tell the truth to him. Fu Yu's voice was just right with a hint of apology: "I have seen the portrait of fellow Taoist in the sect competition before, and I have just seen it. I had no choice but to use fellow Taoist leader as a banner, but it was my fault. I would like to apologize to fellow Taoist Sikong."

He said and made a bow.

Sikong Zhao wanted to win her over, so of course he wouldn't blame her. He said that's what happened and pulled his junior brother standing aside: "This is my junior brother Zhang Yu."

Zhang Yu?

This name was very familiar to Fu Yu. This person was also listed in the "List of Geniuses" written by scholars all over the world. At that time, he also doubted whether the Zhang Yu mentioned above could be the Zhang Yu he had seen in the Eastern Region. But now it seems that he is not the same person.

Fu Yu also clasped his fists: "I have admired your name for a long time."

Her words surprised Sikong Zhao. He made a soft sound, raised his eyebrows and asked Fu Yu: "It seems that Fellow Daoist Han knows the disciples of our sect quite well."

It's no wonder that Sikong Zhao was surprised, because Zhang Yu had only been in Tianqi Sect for less than three years. Although he had worshiped Zhenjun Baiyi as his disciple, not many people outside the world knew about him.

Fu Yu shook his head and said truthfully: "I have also seen Junior Brother Ling's name in the books of Scholars All Over the World. Because he has outstanding talent and has a famous teacher, I have a deep impression."

Unexpectedly, Sikong Zhao laughed again: "It turns out we are the same people!"

Fu Yu was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

Sikong Zhao clapped his hands: "I also like to read books by scholars all over the world, but I'm not one of the same people!"

He was so excited that Fu Yu didn't know what to say. After the three of them said goodbye, Fu Yu went directly to the cave, but when he was halfway there, he was blocked by someone.

The person blocking the road was an old man with a hunched back and a tumor on his forehead. His cultivation level was only at the fourth level of Qi training. He tilted his head to look at Fu Yu, and his hands were still shaking a little.

Just after Fu Yu took out the spirit sword, the old man waved his hand hurriedly: "I, I paid to deliver the news."

Fu Yu stopped his hand, took the note thrown by the other party, and only glanced at it. In the next moment, the person was in front of the old man and grabbed his neck: "Where is he?!"

"I, I don't know"

The veins on the back of Fu Yu's hands were bulging. She grabbed his neck and lifted him up with one hand, throwing him a few feet away. Then he got on the Biyun Fan and drove due west at full speed for more than thirty miles, which was about a cup of tea.

After stopping at an abandoned villa, Fu Yu poured her spiritual power into her voice and shouted loudly: "Han Yu is here!"

In the villa, Zhen Zining was unconscious and leaning on a wooden chair. A fat masked man next to him held a sword to his neck. He heard a voice shouting: "The man is at the mouth of my sword!"

Fu Yu put away the flying magic weapon, kicked open the door of the villa, and looked at the masked man coldly: "What are the conditions?"

After kidnapping someone, this man specially sent a message to invite her here. He was obviously here for her. Zhen Zining was just implicated, but the words of the masked man made her heart sink.

"Hand over the jade token."

The masked male cultivator saw that she was standing still, holding the spirit sword in her hand slightly forward, and immediately a blood streak appeared on Zhen Zining's neck.

"What jade sign?" Fu Yu was not sure how much the other party knew, so he simply pretended to be confused and said, "Wake my senior brother up first."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The masked man held the spirit sword's hand close to his neck and threatened in a fierce voice: "I've seen it all, give me the secret jade token!"

Fu Yu took out the red jade sign and said comfortingly: "Okay, okay, please move the sword away."

As he spoke, he tossed the jade token in his hand.

At the same time, Fu Yu’s consciousness shouted: Xiao Huo!

A white shadow jumped out from the side and threw the masked man to the ground with lightning speed.

"ah!"

The masked male cultivator's neck was bitten by Xiao Huo. He screamed and pulled up the hair ball. Before he could move, the tip of Fu Yu's sword had reached his neck: "Don't move!"

Xiao Huo let go of his mouth in disgust and jumped up to Fu Yu's shoulder, wagging his tail in displeasure.

Fu Yu touched it, then walked closer and pulled off the masked man's face. A fat square face appeared in his eyes. It was Manager Li who wanted to blackmail him when Donnie Yen's cave was destroyed.
Chapter completed!