Three Hundred Fifty-Nine. Capture

?The sea has a wide field of vision, but this can't help the two of Yan Zhaoge.

Black water flows around Panpan's body, wrapping around the outside, forming a barrier, separating the seawater, carrying Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu to walk in the seawater.

Yan Zhaoge looked around at the sea: "Junior Sister Sikong should still be around here."

Ah Hu's spiritual sense locked on to Ouyang Qi, with a ferocious smile on his face: "My lord, since it is confirmed that there is something wrong with this kid, let's take him down."

Yan Zhaoge stroked his chin: "I don't know if he has anything to do with Old Man Mo, the painting sage. Old Man Mo lives in Dan Qingdao. I remember it is at the junction of Beihai and Donghai."

Although Old Man Mo, the saint of painting, did not establish a sect, he also has disciples under his knees, but just like Old Man Mo, he lives reclusively and is very low-key.

Old Man Mo had always kept aloof from the world and lived in seclusion overseas.

But if you think that this old man has a good temper, you are very wrong.

Old Man Mo's calligraphy is famous all over the world, but "blood painting" is also known as "ink painting"!

Killing is like hanging a painting. The blood of the opponent killed by Old Man Mo will turn into blood-stained brush and ink when touched by the true meaning of martial arts of Old Man Mo. Using the heaven and earth as the canvas, painting with blood will leave traces in nature, which will last for a long time.

Thinking of the strength of old man Mo, Ah Hu shrank his neck.

Although my son is standing behind Guangcheng Mountain, not to mention that Shimen is now confronting the Great Sun Sacred Sect, even if he can free up his hand, he is now on Old Mo's land, and he has angered Old Man Mo. The immediate loss is settled. There is no place to justify being killed.

If it was the woman who fought against Sikong Qing, then she would do it right away. Sikong Qing is also a disciple of Guangcheng Mountain, even if the opponent is a disciple of Old Man Mo, Guangcheng Mountain will protect its disciples.

But this Ouyang Qi, although he looks weird, has not shown any hostility towards Guangcheng Mountain so far.

In this situation, if the other party is under the old man Mo's family, Yan Zhaoge will take the initiative to arrest him, it will appear to be looking for trouble, as if he is provoking old man Mo.

Provoking a martial saint is not a trivial matter in the current Eight Great Worlds.

Even if Old Man Mo didn't react for a while, and let Yan Zhaoge safely return to the water area, return to the mainland, and be protected by Guangcheng Mountain, and make Old Man Mo helpless, it will also push Old Man Mo to the Great Sun Sacred Sect.

Da Ri Shengzong probably woke up laughing from his dream.

Thinking of this, Ah Hu couldn't help feeling a little toothache, and had no choice but to give up his previous idea of ​​directly capturing Ouyang Qi.

Unexpectedly, after pondering for a moment, Yan Zhaoge said, "Yes, Ah Hu, go and catch him."

Ah Hu was stunned: "My lord, what if..."

Yan Zhaoge sat cross-legged on Panpan's back, pressed his hands on his knees, and nodded: "Do as you want, it's fine."

Hearing this, Ah Hu didn't say anything more, jumped up, rushed out of the sea, and then leaped across the sky like a tiger with wings, and rushed towards Ouyang Qi in the distance.

Singer Yanzhao rested his elbows on his knees, resting his chin with his palms, his eyes were unfocused for a moment, and he was thinking about many issues in his mind.

After a while, Ah Hu brought Ouyang Qi back.

"My lord, this kid's strength is not bad, he's at the same level of cultivation, not to mention capturing him alive, if I want to beat him, I'll have to use some tricks.

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Ahu smacked his lips and said, "It feels like, even if the strength is not as good as Miss Sikong at the same level, the gap is still very limited."

Yan Zhaoge nodded, looked at Ouyang Qi who was brought in front of him and said, "Hi, we meet again."

Ouyang Qi snorted: "But I don't know where I offended the master of Guangcheng Mountain, and deserve to be treated like this by Master Guangcheng?"

Although he spoke politely, the questioning and sarcasm in his tone were obvious.

Martial artists who travel overseas have never had a good impression of the six holy places, and their fear is even lower.

Yan Zhaoge smiled calmly: "For now, it seems that you haven't done anything to offend our sect or me."

"However, there are some questions that I want to ask."

"First question, are you a descendant of the master of painting?" Yan Zhaoge asked unhurriedly.

When Ouyang Qi heard the words, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't answer.

On the other hand, Ah Hu's face was slightly bitter, and his strong energy transmitted to Yan Zhaoge: "My lord, the martial art he just displayed seems to be the Light Rainbow Sword."

Light Rainbow Sword, the martial art that appeared after the Great Destruction, was created by the Golden Rainbow Sword Master after participating in the research of some martial arts relics before the Great Destruction, and integrating his own true meaning of martial arts.

It was also famous in history, and it was one of the top kendo techniques that appeared after the destruction of the Eight Great Worlds.

But then it was lost for a long time.

Old man Mo, the painting sage, has never practiced this martial art.

However, Old Man Mo is one of the disciples well-known to the world, and "Crossing the Sea Changhong" Tan Xing is famous for this way of swordsmanship.

So the world knows that this long-lost unique art of swordsmanship has reappeared in the hands of Old Man Mo.

Ouyang Qi's ability to practice this martial art undoubtedly showed his identity.

In Ah Hu's view, the worst situation has emerged, and Ouyang Qi is the descendant of Old Man Mo's lineage.

Yan Zhaoge laughed when he heard the words, and looked Ouyang Qi up and down: "Qinghong Sword, it turns out that it is really a descendant of the painting sage. I don't know what to call it 'Crossing the Sea and Changhong'?"

After being silent for a while, Ouyang Qi finally said, "That's my master."

Yan Zhaoge nodded: "I have admired Senior Tan's name for a long time."

Ouyang Qi remained silent, looking at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge asked indifferently: "Second question, my fellow disciple, where is he now?"

Ouyang Qi replied, "How could I know?"

Ah Hu's eyes widened, and he was surprised to see Ouyang Qi who was a little guilty.

Could it be that this person learned the Light Rainbow Sword secretly? Or turned over the mistake and sneaked out? Already expelled from the gate wall by the elders of the master?

But Yan Zhaoge said nonchalantly: "Of course you know, maybe you just forgot it for a while, it doesn't matter, we can go to Danqingdao, I believe you can easily recall it there."

This time, Ah Hu not only opened his eyes wide, but also unconsciously opened his mouth, stunned for a moment.

My son, who took someone else's disciple, is going to take the initiative to go to other people's door?

But what made Ah Hu even more astonished was that Ouyang Qi's face became a little gloomy when he heard the words, and he replied after a while: "Your fellow disciple is about seven hundred miles to the west, and I don't know the exact location."

Yan Zhaoge nodded in satisfaction: "It's enough, you see how good it is."

After finishing speaking, they patted Panpan, and the group turned to the west.

Ah Hu's eyes turned back and forth between Yan Zhaoge and Ouyang Qi, and asked quietly via voice transmission: "Master?"

Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly: "As long as you don't kill him, you'll be fine. Comparatively speaking, he doesn't want the elders of the master to know about it."

Turning his gaze to the distance, Yan Zhaoge said softly: "When I see Junior Sister Sikong, I should be able to confirm more things." (To be continued.)