The night is as cool as water and the breeze is swaying.

At the third update of midnight, the sky above the quiet Black Poison City seemed to be splashed with ink, dark without any light, and even the few stars dotted with the night sky surprisingly did not emit shining light.

Whoosh ~

Suddenly, a black shadow popped out from a courtyard in the backyard of Dumen. The black shadow was extremely fast, and even the air was showing signs of being cut.

Whoosh ~

Another black shadow broke out from the air after the previous black path.

Two black shadows, one in front and one behind, were plundering and stopping through the buildings in the backyard, as if they were very careful to hide themselves, as if they were afraid that others would find it. They passed by one place, but they carefully looked at the surrounding situation.

At this time, it is usually the time when people sleep the most deeply and dysfunctionally, and even warriors who practice diligently will not pay attention to what is happening outside.

The two figures turned left and right, took many detours, and finally arrived at the front yard of the Poison Gate. Although the distance was not far, it took a lot of time because the two shadows were too careful. Until...

"Brother, there is the wing room where the Poison Sect entertains guests in front of it." A black shadow on a big tree said with a low voice.

On the tree, another black shadow looked like a torch, and he glanced at the place in front of him. After a while, he said: "Five of the forty-two rooms have the breath of warriors. It's not difficult."

Hearing this, the black shadow who had spoken before was slightly stunned, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "Can you feel this too? Pervert."

These two black shadows were Mo Ran and Huang Lang who had just entered the Poison Sect a few days ago. Because they were anxious about Fang Tang's safety, they decided to visit him at night, trying to find out where the other two eight generals of the Pang family in the floating-level hall were located and thus rescue Fang Tang. However, the current situation is quite troublesome. The entire Poison Sect room that entertains outside guests has 42 rooms, and five of them have the aura of warriors. This shows that the two should be within these five houses, but what made Mo Ran feel distressed was that the other party was also a martial master. If he found it rashly, he would be troublesome.

Standing on the tree, Mo Ran thought for a while, and just wanted to make a sound, he suddenly felt a wave of spiritual energy under his feet.

In amazement, Mo Ran did not move, but only gave Huang Lang a wink, who looked down at his feet knowingly.

Ye, it was very dark. If both of them were not martial masters, I would probably not be able to see clearly the black snake under his feet spitting a blood-red core. The black snake looked straight in the direction of the two and did not move for a long time. Huang Lang was about to kill him, but Mo Ran waved his body and blocked Huang Lang's face.

"Don't move, this seems to be used for monitoring."

Upon hearing this, Huang Lang was stunned and said, "Surveillance? Surveillance or something?"

Mo Ran shook his head, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, saying, "Brother, come with me."

After Mo Ran said that, he gently walked around the black snake's sight and stepped towards a branch. Although Huang Lang didn't understand, he also imitated Mo Ran and tried not to touch the sensitive nerves of the black snake. When the two of them surrounded the black snake's sight, Mo Ran suddenly rushed towards the house that entertained guests.

While speeding, Mo Ran did not concentrate all his energy on the forty-two houses. The powerful soul power was released, but he kept looking for something until a faint aura fluctuation was discovered by him, and the former suddenly swept over with joy.

Huang Lang couldn't understand and could only follow Mo Ran to sweep towards the roof.

When they arrived at the roof of a house, they found a remote corner, and Mo Ran carefully attached themselves. There happened to be someone living in this house, but Mo Ran and the other two didn't know who it was. And judging from the slight internal energy emitted from it, the people here seemed to be practicing.

His eyes were staring at the distance not far ahead, and the power of the soul was always locked in something in front of him. His voice was very low, and he said to Huang Lang who was following him: "Brother, please calm down your breath."

Upon hearing this, Huang Lang suddenly reduced his breath to the lowest point, and even his breathing became a little lighter. Although he didn't understand why Moran did this, he still did as Moran said.

Carefully, Mo Ran slowly crawled forward two steps, suddenly picked up a small piece of sand scattered on the top of the house, and threw it over. As soon as the sand grain took action, Mo Ran immediately restrained his breath to the extreme and slowly retreated.

"Ba~"

A small crisp sound spread out, and immediately, several black shadows flashed suddenly from not far away. Then, Huang Lang was shocked to see several poisonous snakes rustling out of the roof not far away. This time, Huang Lang understood why Mo Ran did this. It turned out that this poisonous sect actually used this method to monitor the movements at night to prevent foreign enemies from invading. No wonder the two of them didn't see any patrol people when they came out.

Thinking of this, suddenly, the door creaked open under the house, and then a figure rushed into the yard, looked around, and cursed: "Damn it, it's this ghost poison again." The man said, returning to his room.

As the door closed, Mo Ran looked at Huang Lang and said, "Martial Master, it's not him."

Huang Lang nodded, his eyes full of admiration. He didn't expect that his brother had reached this level. He admired in his heart, and the two of them used the same method to check several rooms, all of which were not the powerful martial masters he wanted to find. Now, the two of them were puzzled. As Taimo and Dahong said, one of the eight generals in the Poxing Stars was a second-level martial master, and the other should be the Martial Master, so why didn't there even a slight fluctuation of internal energy?

While thinking, a voice suddenly came from a house not far away: "Damn, what the hell is this?"

Although the shouting was very low, Mo Ran and the others still heard it. Mo Ran and Huang Lang looked at each other, then carefully touched the place where the shouting sound came out.

In the dark room, a tall man sat cross-legged on the bed, in a standard state of meditation and practice. But strangely, there was no fluctuation in the man's internal energy.

"Damn it, Li Yang is a bastard, why haven't he come back yet? He must have been entangled by the ** from Tianxianglou and left me alone here." Obviously, the man is not in a good mood at the moment.

Scolding, the man walked to the bed and came straight to the corner of the room, staring at the object in the corner with hatred. Yes, from the surface, there was nothing in this object, it was covered with a black cloth.

He lifted the black cloth and there was a person without legs inside. Seeing this person, the man's eyes became even more angry. He kicked him over, and the man under the black cloth was obviously sleeping soundly. He didn't expect this kick and immediately felt so painful that he "um".

(ps: The third update has arrived. I have been suppressed for a long time, and my grades have dropped a lot. I wrote it very unsatisfactory recently. However, this has become a thing of the past. The plot will soon turn. What earth-shaking events will happen in Dark City, and what treasures will Mo Ran encounter that can change him. All of this will be announced soon. Please send a monthly ticket and a brick to a more intense one. Martial Arts Group 1: 61773749 (only 5 positions), Group 2: 69412177. Start recruiting people, welcome to join.)
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