In Ziwei City, Dongzhou, Qingbo sat in the secret room in the lord's uniform. In front of him, two men in black stood respectfully, not daring to breathe.

"Is the news true?" Qingbo looked much more vicissitudes than Tsinghua real people, but he was tall and had a hint of literary spirit in his eyebrows and eyes. He looked like an elegant literary guest.

The man in black on the left said affirmatively: "It is certain that it was the news that the devil's nails personally reported. Chen Xi did leave the Holy Mountain thirteen years ago, and after he returned, there was a child around him."

Qingbo turned the jade ring in his hand without saying a word, and his eyes looked at the man in black on the right.

The man in black said knowingly: "The last place where Doctor Rong appeared was Ruiye City."

"In other words, she hasn't left Thunderbolt City yet." Qingbo said.

The man in black said respectfully: "Return to the Lord, that's true. His subordinates have sent people to monitor Suiye City. If Doctor Rong appears, there will definitely be news."

Qingbo pondered for a moment and said, "Rong Xian is skilled in medical skills, and he is also unpredictable to use poison. Just looking for the past is nothing more than just like in the past two years. Qingyi, if you go to spread the news, you will say that there is a plague in Qingtian Town outside Dongzhou. This news must reach Rong Xian's ears, set up an ambush on the necessary road between Shuye City and Qingtian Town, and be sure to bring Rong Xian to me."

"Yes, Lord." Qing Yi's face was solemn under the mask.

Qingbo waved his hand and he immediately flew away.

"Qinger, take a team of people outside the Holy Mountain first and wait for my orders at any time." Qingbo ordered.

Qing Er responded immediately, then turned around and left.

After Qingbo was the only one in the secret room, he hesitated for a moment, untied a messenger talisman from his waist, and a red light shone on his fingertips, and an impatient voice came from the sword talisman: "Our transaction has ended, I said not to contact you anymore."

Qingbo asked in a deep voice: "Honor Ningyue, I want to know if the leader of the Immortal Sect took a child back thirteen years ago?"

There was quiet for a long time, as if he was asking someone to ask, then Leng Ningyue's voice came over: "That's true. Do you care so much about this matter? Is that child very important?"

Qingbo gritted his teeth and said directly: "He is a remnant of the Yu clan. I suspect he has the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor."

Now that the remnant is in the Haotian Immortal Sect, who knows whether he will use the power of the Immortal Sect to find out the truth about that year to seek revenge on him. Before obtaining the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor, he must save his life first. Venerable Ningyue is a good backer.

Leng Ningyue's breathing stagnated, her eyes were full of desire, and her calmness was dead. If she had the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor, she could control the entire Wuxin Cliff. If she stepped on Chen Xi under her feet, the entire holy mountain would be under her control.

However——"There is only one person left in the Yu clan? Where did you get the news?" No matter how much she wanted the sword emperor's essence and blood, she was unwilling to be someone who used her as a gun.

Now, Qingbo has also told the truth: "Thirteen years ago, I followed your instructions and went to find Lord Xixin. The direction you guided was exactly the seclusion place of the Yu clan. I massacred the Yu clan. I originally wanted to steal the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor, but I didn't expect that the drop of essence and blood would actually merge into a child's body, and I was expelled from the remnant power of the Sword Emperor."

After a pause, he continued: "Later, someone set fire to the place. I thought the child was dead, but I never thought he would be saved by the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect."

On Wuxin Cliff, on the gorgeous throne, Leng Ningyue's face was ferocious for a moment, and the bitter demonic energy around her was surging, destroying the decoration of the hall without any remaining.

The black-gold snake lying on the throne spitted out a core, very dissatisfied with being woken up by disturbance. It shook its tail and staggered Leng Ningyue.

Leng Ningyue's face broke, but she didn't dare to take advantage of the big snake.

This ancestor is not only difficult to raise, but also has a bad temper. She conspired to give the big snake to her for raising it countless times. By the way, she also gave the name "A Jin" and was deliberately disgusting her.

She wanted to cut the snake into pieces, but unfortunately she couldn't beat it.

Leng Ningyue could only vent her anger on the other side: "Qingbo, you really have the courage to hide such an important thing from me for so long."

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and asked anxiously: "You said you had killed Xixin back then. Is this true or false? If you think about it, then answer. If you lie, I will never be able to speak for you in your life."

The snake seemed to hear a familiar name, shook its head and looked at Leng Ningyue. It seemed that someone called the big devil. Didn’t it mean that the big devil was dead?

It pressed its head against Leng Ningyue's back. Leng Ningyue was knocked down unexpectedly, and her face was on the ground.

After she got up, her hair was messy, and she roared at the snake like a crazy woman: "A Jin, didn't you see me busy? If you make trouble, I'll chop you up and go to play with Rong Yu!"

Ajin stuck out his tongue, slowly climbed down from the seat, rushed towards the back mountain, and before leaving, he smashed the only complete seat in the hall to pieces.

"..." Leng Ningyue was almost mad at the verge of anger. She affirmed again, and was relieved to throw A Jin to her to raise her.

"Venice? Venerable?" Qingbo called out in confusion on the other end.

"Stop talking nonsense." Leng Ningyue yelled like a firecracker: "Speak, is the end of the day when the words are spoken, don't give me a reason to kill you."

Qingbo's face looked ugly for a moment, and now he can only hold on with his teeth: "Xi Xin is indeed dead. I really haven't seen a magic weapon. I will never dare to lie to you for such a big thing."

Qingbo dared not say that he had never seen Lord Xixin or any magical artifacts. However, if Lord Xixin was really in the Yu clan at that time, he would definitely have died. Yu clan only survived one little boy.

Leng Ningyue's expression calmed down a lot. As long as her calmness was indeed dead, she would not have to worry about the person coming back one day.

Thinking of the Sword Emperor's essence and blood, Leng Ningyue couldn't help but show a hint of joy. Qingbo knew exactly what she wanted. This person was willing to say the Sword Emperor's essence and blood, because he wanted to exchange his sword Emperor's essence and blood for him to save his life.

It's just an ant, and it's very cost-effective to save his life and get a chance to go all the way.

"Since the Battle of Immortals and Demons, Wuxinya has been stared at by the Demon Prison in Bing. I can't help with this matter. But Wuxinya will open the door to convenience for you, and you will also cover up what you want to do." Leng Ningyue promised.

Speaking of this, her voice became gloomy: "Remember, I, Wuxin Cliff, helped you withstand it, but if you dare to move the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor, I will let you disappear."

Qingbo said seriously in a tone: "Don't worry, I will hand over the essence and blood to you intact."

After the words fell, the messaging symbol turned into ashes.

Qingbo sat back on his original position, his eyes flashing.
Chapter completed!