Heaven is about to dawn and man is about to leave.

Outside the house, the yellow land, the green grass, the white sleeves, the red plum blossoms, accompanied by the rising sun, each scene is like a picture scroll in a dream. Two people in the house rise and see the cold sky opens the door.

Yao Xinyu got up early, but saw that the person who was still in love last night had already left the building today.

A teacup was pressed on the old wooden table, and a pendant as pure as teardrops.

She picked up the pendant, tears rolled down, her slender jade fingers tightly, her face smiled, and murmured like an oriole: "I'll wait for you."

Qianshou sighed lightly and led Leng Xiao to ride the wind. After half a month, he settled down again. He had long lost his mind and had no place to send him.

"If you remember correctly, there should be a phantom spirit fox here. The fox's fur is naturally strange, and it is difficult to distinguish the true or false of the disguise treasure."

Leng Xiaoxin felt something and followed Qianshou through the forest. He suddenly asked, "Grandpa Qian is planning to pretend to be peach blossom and return to the Holy Land of Tongtian?"

If Qianshou does not speak, it is the default.

"It's too dangerous to go back rashly, isn't it a sheep entering the tiger's mouth?" Leng Xiao's eyes looked worried.

"If Taohong couldn't go back, Lin Jiuxiao would definitely take action himself. The old slave was useless and was far from being the opponent of this thief. In the future, I forgive the old slave for not being able to protect the young master!"

"Young Master of the Holy Land of Tongtian, don't lose the power of the Holy Lord! Old slave... go back for the young master first." Qianshou said relaxed, his eyes were quiet, and he remembered many old memories. Seeing Leng Xiaoyou want to dissuade him, he smiled and said, "It's okay, Lin Jiuxiao knew that Taohong was not the old slave's opponent, but he still sent him over. Obviously, he couldn't get away. What's more important than catching the young master..."

"I'm afraid it's breaking through the edge... Lin Jiuxiao is not a good person. Can the young master know why he didn't kill all my disciples in Piaoxue Palace back then?"

"The secret technique of the Senluo Palace is connected to thousands of people and practices by themselves! Once he breaks through, except for the Nascent Soul Elder, ordinary disciples are useless to him and may be in danger of being doomed!"

Qianshou's pace was steady and his tone was calm: "How can the old slave stay out of the matter? He ignored the abandoned saint and felt ashamed of the Holy Lord. Young Master, don't persuade him again."

The two were speechless, with deep trees and little sunlight, making them even colder.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, a scream suddenly came from not far away, very shrill! The two looked at each other and hurriedly followed the sound.

As he caught his eyes, a middle-aged man twisted violently on the ground. There was nothing around him, but he seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, clinging to himself, his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood. Every time he used force, he would bring a piece of flesh and blood. At the same time, he screamed shrillly and his voice was hoarse like a crow!

Leng Xiao immediately wrinkled every day, his abdomen was very disgusting, and he was a little disgusted. At the same time, he was a little reluctant, so he subconsciously wanted to come forward to rescue him. Seeing this, Qianshou immediately stopped him and killed the man with a palm from the air. Half of the man's head was shriveled.

"Does the young master think it's too cruel? This person's internal organs are broken and there is no help."

Leng Xiao smiled bitterly: "Maybe the world is so cruel."

At this moment, he calmed down and observed carefully that the man was strong and dressed in a very good manner, but he looked like a standard. A small net pocket fell beside him turned out to be a spiritual treasure.

"Following this person's situation, he should have wanted to catch the spirit beast, but was injured by the spirit beast. Judging from his clothes, he might not be alone."

Qianshou looked relieved and nodded, "Maybe he is a disciple of a small sect. He dares to go deep into this forest even if he practices Qi and cultivates his cultivation. He is overestimating his ability."

"If a person wants to hunt beasts, beasts can also hunt people. Life is not high or low. If he has such evil thoughts, he is just a matter of death."

Leng Xiao said: "Is it also a bad thing when we are trying to hunt the Phantom Fox in this trip?"

The air seemed to be still, Qianshou rubbed his temples, as if he was a little distressed. After a long time, he said: "There are many troubles in the world, so why do you have bothered? Don't seek to be without any mistakes, but just ask not to violate your original intention..."

"I don't want to be without faults, but I want to not go against my original intention..." Leng Xiao lost his mind and murmured.

At this time, a rustling sound suddenly came from the forest. There were five people, three men and two women. Among them, the old man was gray in his temples and a blue shirt. His steps were strange. He seemed to be about to merge into the forest as he flew away. The woman in the flower skirt was also in her hand, with a small and exquisite net bag, which seemed to be fluttering in it, but it seemed to be blocked by smoke and could not be seen clearly.

Qianshou's eyes lit up, his eyes fell on the net bag, and his tone was indifferent: "It takes no time to get it."

The old man in blue shirt obviously heard the whisper, his eyes were full of evil, and his nostrils rushed out of his nostrils. His face was red, as if he was drunk. He was holding a wide net sword in his hand and pointed directly at Qianshou's nose: "You two are so brave, you dare to kill my disciple!"

It seemed that he could not grasp Qianshou's cultivation level. The old man in green clothes did not act rashly and was still observing, but heard Qianshou sneer and his tone was as indifferent as an ant: "As a teacher, let the disciples lead the mother beast away, and his own group of people to capture a baby beast. I really don't know where you are... to put it!"

Qianshou's eyes swept, and the other party's men and women immediately felt like they fell into an ice cellar, with murderous auras falling into the mud, hiding in the dark, hidden but not emitting. The more this happens, the more the other party sweats and dare not move. With just one glance, the other party loses all the resistance!

Leng Xiao Buyan, for the first time in many years, he heard Qianshou call himself "I" and for the first time, he truly felt Qianshou's style of conduct. He was moved in his heart, especially when he saw the old man in blue shirt who was arrogant a second ago, he knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy without hesitation. He suddenly felt sad.

Maybe it was because he was young and didn't know that human life was as cheap as grass, but he just thought that dignity and backbone should not be lost. Looking at the old man in blue, he looked down on him unconsciously.

"Previous... Senior, I'm sorry for not knowing the Lord's name. I've been offending so much. I wish you guilty... I wish you guilty..."

The old man in blue wiped sweat, with an awkward smile on his face, and repeatedly apologized: "My incompetent disciple was obviously killed by the spirit fox. He was anxious just now, and was impulsive... impulsive..."

Even the old man in blue shirt was like this, not to mention his disciples, he knelt down early and shrank into a ball. The woman was blessed to her heart under the eyes of the old man in blue shirt, and she quickly presented her to the small net bag with respect as if she was offering treasures.

"Senior, this spirit beast is apologized for justice, I hope you don't blame me!"

Seeing Qianshou accepting the net bag, the old man in blue tentatively took a step back. Seeing that Qianshou did not stop him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked him: "Thank you for your forgiveness, senior, I will not disturb you..."

The old man in green clothes and a few disciples had just walked a few steps when a powerful voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Wait!"

As soon as Qianshou's voice fell, the old man in green shirt trembled all over, and several disciples crawled directly on the ground. The old man in green shirt squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying: "I don't know... I don't know what instructions do you have for seniors..."

"Your disciple's body is not going to be buried back?" Qianshou seemed to say casually, and turned around and left with Leng Xiao.

"Yes, thank you for your reminder, thank you... I'm not hurry up and put Lao Qi back!" The old man in green wiped his forehead and wiped his sweat. Yu Guang secretly glanced at Qianshou's back. He was shocked. Qianshou clearly followed Leng Xiao half a step behind him. He was actually a sergeant? A serge had this level of cultivation. What kind of identity should that young man be?

After the two of them walked away, it took a long time before the old man in green shirt straightened his back and spat: "It's really unlucky to meet such a strong man in this wilderness mountain!"

The woman who was holding the net bag asked carefully: "Master, what kind of cultivation is that person just now?"

The old man in blue clothes looked abrupt and suddenly said a little angry: "Shut up! How can you talk about such a strong man? He can drown you with just one mouthful of spit!"

The woman suddenly became silent, and then another male disciple said, "Master, we have been planning to capture the Phantom Fox for a long time, but now we are in vain... Could it be that I just went back like this? The mother beast is already injured, so it is better..."

Before the man finished speaking, he hurriedly stopped and met the cold eyes of the old man in blue shirt, and was very embarrassed.

Along the way, Qianshou noticed Leng Xiao's expression changed and asked: "Young Master, do you think if you encounter the situation like that just now, is life important or honor serious?"

Leng Xiao didn't hesitate at all, but when faced with Qianshou's majesty, he seemed to dare not answer: "Natural...dignity is more important. Grandpa Qian once said, don't lose my father's majesty, you will naturally rather die than surrender!"

"Besides... there is no deep hatred between the two sides, and we may not be able to kill them all..."

"meeting."

Qianshou gently interrupted Leng Xiao’s words, every word was like a knife and iron: “If the old slave had not had a profound cultivation level, what would the young master think we would end up?"

Leng Xiao was stunned and the scene appeared in his mind. The old man in green clothes drew his sword directly to him, looking at his words and deeds, he was not a good person, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Qianshou shook his head and sighed: "I have long known how much blood is stained with my hands in this life. If you want to live, someone will die... Young Master, you are not very experienced in the world, don't be too kind!"

Leng Xiao focused his head and said nothing.

While the two were talking, Leng Xiao suddenly looked surprised: "Yuzi?"

He stepped on the fallen leaves and walked forward quickly. Who was the person in front of him who was not Yao Xinyu?

"Brother Leng, don't leave the rain!"

The lady was about to cry, her eyes were as bright as stars, and she still made life pity!

Leng Xiao looked anxious and sighed: "Yuzi, I will not take you out with me..."

Before Leng Xiao could finish speaking, Yao Xinyu's red lips flattened, tears fell on her cheeks, and she threw herself into Leng Xiao's arms, and gently tapped on Leng Xiao's neck: "Yuzi thought Brother Leng didn't want me anymore..."

"Don't worry..." Leng Xiao hugged Yao Xinyu and rubbed her black hair like a waterfall. The words of comfort only reached the mouth, and his eyes gently fell on her smooth neck. He was suddenly shocked and his expression gradually became cold.

"I really won't want you." Leng Xiao's expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold and his evil spirits were awesome. The girl in her arms looked puzzled. She was slapped away by Leng Xiao's palm. When she was about to dissipate, her eyes were still soft as water. Even if it dissipated like fog, it made Leng Xiao sigh with pity.

After coming back to his senses, Qianshou kept standing beside Hou Li, and said softly: "Ten breaths are good."

Leng Xiao showed shame on his face, but Uncle Shou said, "The mother beast is here."

Thousands of miles away, under the towering sycamore tree, the girl leaned against her and seemed to have something to do. An exquisite pendant hung on her snow-white neck. The sunlight shone, reflecting a dazzling light, and finally it was all contained in the palm of the girl's palm.

All kinds of colors are not as good as a soft light in your eyes.
Chapter completed!