The Yuan Dynasty palace is colorful and gorgeous, and there are also palaces and tents mixed. If they are seen by those kings, they will inevitably be criticized for their etiquette and do not understand the rules.

At this time, Fang Yuan was in a tent.

The spiritual sense was released, and the entire tent appeared in slightest, and a faint fragrance was smelled at the tip of his nose, which was elegant and pleasant, and it seemed that a beautiful figure like autumn water appeared in front of him.

Even though his face was hazy, Fang Yuan could already vaguely outline the whole picture.

"It's indeed a beautiful woman, but..."

A hint of suspicion appeared on his face: "This kind of aura...Dream Master? No! It's not true!"

"drink!"

Fang Yuan looked solemn, and suddenly he made gestures with his hands, and a series of inspiration flashed and disappeared into various parts of the tent.

The shaman stood respectfully, knowing that the wizard from the south was chasing the murderer's aura, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

With the strong national strength of the Yuan Kingdom, how could there be fewer shamans worshipped?

As soon as the Great Khan died and Zi Meng disappeared, someone immediately came here and took away a lot of close-fitting objects for positioning.

However, no matter what kind of dog hunter or magical magic, they ended up failing to sink into the sand. Many spiritual soldiers from the south were also helpless.

This prisoner from the south is said to have pioneered the martial arts after the Wuzong. He is a genius, but how many things can he do in magic?

But the next moment, his eyes bulged a little.

A layer of blurred mist began to emerge from the tent, mixed with purple light.

The charming colors gathered and came to the crystal mirror, and the purple became more and more intense.

‘It’s indeed a dream master’s method, why is it a bit plausible…’

Fang Yuan brushed his sleeves and immediately closed the purple light, pondering without saying a word.

"grown ups?"

The shaman waited for a long time and finally stepped forward and asked.

"You go by yourself, don't have to follow me anymore!"

Hurry!

I saw the figure in front of me, which was broken like a water mirror, but only a faint voice was still circulating. It was obvious that the other person had left for a long time.

Seeing this, the shaman couldn't help but pale.

...

In a street and alley.

A purple air floated in front of Fang Yuan, with clouds and smoke pointing to a certain place.

"Hey... I didn't expect this breath tracking method to be really effective!"

This spiritual technique was obtained by him in Yang Fan's dream as the Yingyang Captain, and has always been used to arrest thieves in Jiangyang.

When it was used at this time, its power was indeed extraordinary.

Princess Zimeng, who left many shamans and warriors helpless in the Yuan Dynasty, immediately revealed her fox's tail.

"I'm actually still in Dragon City, I'm really brave!"

Fang Yuan followed Lingji's guidance and came to a large household. After walking around for a few times, he suddenly smiled and rushed into the door.

"Bold, don't you know this is the mansion of Yale's Bunhuanhu?"

A Hu man who looked like a housekeeper walked out, waved his horse whip, and when he saw Fang Yuan, he was stunned again: "Southern people?"

"roll!"

Fang Yuan didn't even look at it. As soon as he flicked his sleeves, the man immediately became a rolling gourd.

"Murder!"

“Bold!”

Many screams came out, and more than a dozen Hu people rushed out, bent their bows and arrows, with sharp expressions.

After the hustle and bustle spread, the soldiers who were originally patrolling the streets gathered quickly and surrounded the place.

"None are!"

Fang Yuan glanced at it, held the purple smoke ball in his hand, and rushed directly to the back house.

Whoosh!

The arrows were falling like rain, but they couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

With the astonished eyes of many Hu people, Fang Yuan stepped a little under his feet and easily crossed the high wall to the back house.

This immediately shocked a lot of women, and a large number of screams of women came.

Many Hu ladies screamed and ran around, but unfortunately their quality was not very good, which made Fang Yuan shook his head repeatedly.

"None are!"

His eyes swept quickly, rushed straight to the tiger's den, and came to another place.

"Come out!"

Fang Yuan pressed his palm and thud! The wooden doors and windows suddenly split into pieces, flying all over the sky, and debris flew everywhere.

"Bold, who are you? Dare to break into my house?"

Among them, a Hu general walked out, with a tiger-headed and leopard-eyed look, with a majestic weapon, followed by a woman in her early twenties and a graceful figure.

"Princess Zimeng, do you still want to deny it?"

Fang Yuan chuckled, and the smoke in his hand exploded, and the purple mist turned into a small snake, making the woman scream.

Hiss!

These little snakes turned around and rushed towards General Hu.

"well……"

The Hu general sighed softly, his voice was like a golden bell, and it was indescribably gentle and graceful, crisp and seductive, but it was combined with this rough appearance, which made people feel creepy.

"I'm hiding well, why do you come and expose me?"

A woman's voice, spoke from the mouth of the Hu General, was like a dream, especially the woman near him, with shame and anger on her face, and she fainted directly.

"You are not from Yuan Kingdom!"

The Hu general, probably a guy who pretended to be a Yale Buhua, looked up and down at Fang Yuan, and then said in a positive tone.

"Princess Purple Dream!"

Fang Yuan's hair was standing upside down.

After all, a seven-foot man suddenly spoke in a woman's posture, which could make people lose goosebumps: "What a wonderful technique of painting skin! I wonder if I am 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 any impurities: "What's the difficulty? But why do you want to come now and delay my revenge?"

Obviously, this Hu general is definitely a key figure in Longcheng and holds real power.

Once the princes compete for the throne at a critical moment, they will start another attack, which is indeed difficult to stop.

"ah!"

"General?"

"No, he is not a general, but a witch!"

...

The many Hu soldiers and generals who rushed into the back house woke up as if they were dreaming, and they were even more terrified.

My boss was actually changed silently? This is something that would never happen in my dreams!

"This skin painting technique was nothing originally..."

Princess Zimeng sighed softly: "It really takes a lot of effort to imitate this person's expression, habits, and movements! Now it's all destroyed by you! How do you pay me a compensation?"

"If this kind of innocent and innocent attitude is your own, maybe I have surrendered obediently, but now..."

Fang Yuan's mouth twitched.

"Hehe... I know that you are uneasy and will not give up until you see other people's faces!"

Princess Zimeng laughed and suddenly shed her face.

A flash of white light!

Something strange happened.

She actually tore off the entire face of Yale Buhua, along with her neck, chest, thighs, clothes..., as if she was just wearing a Yale Buhua human fur coat.

After the coat fell off, it shone brightly and turned into a thin piece of white paper with a portrait of Yale Blossom, slowly falling to the ground.

I was in the same place, and suddenly there was a peerless beauty with her ten-year-old eyes, her eyes as bright as a pearl, her frown and smile, and her every smile was extremely touching!
To be continued...