"I want to see who is stealing my chickens and ducks." Mo had rushed to the roof and slowly landed on the top of the pavilion, stepping on the broken tiles.

He pulled out a gray full-moon scimitar that he had been hiding behind his back.

But when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he was shocked, because he didn't expect that these thieves actually formed a group to steal food.

"What are you eating secretly? No." Qi Gong hurriedly threw the chicken butt in his hand from the roof, not forgetting to wipe the oil from the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, do you want to bite the bullet?"

Luo Qingshui was also stunned. She still had the duck bone in her mouth, so she could not stutter clearly, but this did not prevent her from talking nonsense seriously.

Yan Jinyu knew she was in the wrong, holding the plate with both hands like a child preparing to be scolded.

Mo just watched her open her eyes and tell lies, and finally couldn't hold back the evil in her heart. She couldn't help but swing the full-moon scimitar in her hand forward.

"Lang Mo!" Bayar and Saren had just jumped onto the roof when they saw Lang Mo attacking someone and couldn't help but shouted.

But it was too late, the Full Moon Scimitar had already flown towards Luo Qingshui, whistling while spinning.

"Be careful!" Yan Jinyu subconsciously dropped the plate and wanted to step forward to block the knife for Luo Qingshui.

But as soon as he arrived at Luo Qingshui's side, Luo Qingshui had already grasped the flying knife that was attacking fiercely, like a quiet lamb.

"You are actually cultivators too!" Lang Mo couldn't help but exclaimed. When he went up to the eaves, he didn't see Luo Qingshui's strength, but now her golden elixir strength was fully exposed in front of them.

What surprised them was that Luo Qingshui easily held Lang Mo's knife.

You must know that although Lang Mo did not use all his strength, he was still a lower immortal, and he was several ranks behind Luo Qingshui.

"When did your mace become so docile?" Bayar was also surprised.

Lang Mo's full-moon scimitar was forged from the wolf's teeth on the grassland. It is also a rare treasure. It can channel spirits. To be more precise, it can recognize its owner. When it is held by someone else, the energy in the body will

The wolf's fangs will pour out and turn into a prickly hedgehog.

But Luo Qingshui actually held it in his hand like that.

"Xiaxian, Jinxian!" Qi Gong looked at Lang Mo and Bayar and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Lang Mo didn't look good. It was embarrassing enough that his Immortal Power was easily broken by a golden elixir, not to mention that she seemed to have tamed her own wolf-toothed sword.

"Hey, my good apprentice, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to deal with. I will leave this matter to you first. When you get rid of them, come to me in the old temple in the west of the city." Qi Gong saw Luo

Qing Shui caught the flying knife with his bare hands, shocked the opponent, grinned, and before Yan Jinyu could react, it flipped over and fell to the west, wiping the surrounding low houses.

"Okay, I understand, master!" Before Luo Qingshui realized that she had been sold, she spat out the bones and assured her in the direction where Qi Gong left.

"Come back!" Lang Mo suddenly shouted loudly, and the wolf-toothed knife came back to his senses. It buzzed and flew back from Luo Qingshui's hand.

Lang Mo put it back around his waist, as if he didn't want to be embarrassed anymore.

Although they don't know why, they are a little more afraid of the woman in front of them.

"Who are you and why do you want to steal our food?" Bayar let the old man leave without paying attention to him. He didn't know if he was also suspected of respecting the elderly and the young.

"I

, I didn’t steal it!” Luo Qingshui blinked and continued to deny it, but she said it very calmly, she did not steal it, it was all stolen by Qi Gong, she was only responsible for eating.

Yan Jinyu placed the plate on the roof, walked up to the three of them and bowed.

"We are disciples of the Tianshan Sect. We went down the mountain to investigate some matters, but our wallet was lost. We had no choice but to make this decision." Yan Jinyu did not hide anything, and had to tell the truth.

"You are actually disciples of the Tianshan Sect?" Bayar looked in disbelief.

"What's wrong, is the Tianshan Sect very powerful?" Saren was puzzled, and Lang Mo also shook his head. They had lived in the desert for a long time and did not understand the world of immortality cultivation in the Daxia Dynasty.

"You usually only know how to compete for victory, and you don't even know about the Tianshan sect. Dong Shushan, West Sword Sect, Nan Bikong, and Bei Tianshan. This Tianshan sect is the leader of the immortal cultivators in the Great Xia Dynasty, and is known as one of the four major sects."

What Bayar said is clear and logical.

"Mu Yunfei, the best man in the world at that time, came from the Tianshan sect. Grandpa Hamid had the honor to meet him before his death and said that he was really like a god." Bayar showed a look of great admiration.

"Is he the swordsman in white who defeated my tribe, Batulu, a hundred years ago with a single sword strike?" Naturally, Lang Mo had never met Mu Yunfei, but he had also heard of it.

He had also heard the name Tianshan Sect from Grandpa Hamid, but he was still too young at that time, so his memory was a little fuzzy, so now he remembered it all.

Nabatulu is a hero in the eyes of the people in the desert, and he is also the only person in the desert who has cultivated to the peak of Xuanxian. At that time, he vowed to challenge all the masters of the Great Xia Dynasty, but as soon as he entered the Central Plains, he was struck by a swordsman in white.

Cut down.

At that time, Mu Yunfei was only at the peak of Xuanxian.

From then on, the hero became a bear, and Batulu became a joke in the eyes of the desert people.

But Lang Mo was different. In his heart, Batulu was a hero. Even though he later died in depression, he was still a role model in his heart.

"Yes, it's a pity that he died later." Bayar sighed.

"Dead?" Lang Mo actually didn't know about Mu Yunfei's death. He had indeed stayed on the grassland for too long.

"How did he die? Logically speaking, Immortal Taihe shouldn't be invincible?" Although Saren is a woman, she is full of curiosity about the world of immortality. Naturally, she cannot let go of these things.

"How can there be an invincible person in this world? No matter how powerful a person is, he will always have weaknesses." Bayar smiled.

"I heard that he was killed by his disciples. I heard that man's name was Yu Ziqing, and he was also a sinner of the Tianshan Sect." As he spoke, he looked at Yan Jinyu, wanting to see any changes in their expressions.

.

"This Young Master is right. This Yu Ziqing is indeed a sinner of the Tianshan Sect, but we are just new disciples of the Tianshan Sect, so we don't have any deep hatred for him." Yan Jinyu answered truthfully.

Indeed, only disciples of the Tianshan Sect who have experienced that bloody storm can understand the pain of losing a fellow disciple and a master.

"I haven't asked you for your names yet." Bayar also bowed his hands.

"My name is Yan Jinyu, and she is my sister Luo Qingshui."

"In Bayar, the name of the knife-wielding man is Lang Mo. This woman is our sister Saren. We are from the desert." Bayar introduced, and he seemed not to want to make a grudge with Yan Jinyu and the others.

"The desert?" Yan Jinyu thought silently in his heart. The desert is thousands of miles away from this day. It is on the grassland further north than the Tianshan Mountains. Why did they come here?

inside?

"Who is your sister? Who is your sister?" Saren suddenly cursed, "I'm obviously about the same age as you, why should you call me sister."

"Hey, isn't this something you have been accustomed to since you were a child?" Bayar smiled awkwardly.

But Lang Mo was obviously not happy.

"It doesn't matter whether you are disciples of the Tianshan Sect or not, stealing is wrong."

"Hey, Lang Mo, since we are talking about this, we are all friends and we are not acquainted with each other, so why not invite them to dinner together?" Bayar tried to persuade the angry Lang Mo.

"I wonder if you two have time to come with us for a drink?" Bayar invited Yan Jinyu and the others regardless of Lang Mo's disapproval.

"Thank you very much for Brother Ba's kindness. It's just that we have something to do today. When we complete the task, he will definitely come back and have a drink with Brother Ba." Yan Jinyu said goodbye with fists in his hands.

"Okay, definitely!" Bayar said with a hearty smile.

"Let's go." He jumped down from the hole in the roof with Saren. Lang Mo followed them silently.

"I know you were angry because Grandpa Hamid wanted to join the Tianshan sect but failed to do so, but you also have to think about it. If Grandpa Hamid had joined the Tianshan sect at that time, it is very likely that he would not have been able to join the Tianshan sect.

We are here now." Bayar said softly, looking at Lang Mo who landed on the ground.

Their grandfather Hamid was also an immortal cultivator. He wanted to participate in the Tianshan Sect's selection but failed, so he returned to the desert.

It happened that Lang Mo, Bayar and Saren were three good friends at that time, and they developed a strong interest in cultivating immortals. It was Grandpa Hamid who became their first teacher on the road to cultivating immortals.

It is a pity that until the end, Grandpa Hamid failed to break through the golden immortal. He died of old age at the age of 178.

So when the Tianshan Sect was mentioned just now, Lang Mo's mood waxed and waned like the moon.

But even though Bayar said this, Lang Mo still didn't answer for a long time. He opened the kitchen door alone and walked out.

"Oh, forget it, let's finish lunch early and go see if we can find the wanted criminal!" Bayar sighed and said to Saren beside him. Suddenly, he smelled a pungent burnt smell.

taste.

When he turned around, he realized that the fat chef and his two men were still standing where they were.

"Sorry, I damaged your ceiling." Bayar took out a few taels of silver from his pocket and placed it beside the table.

"This pot is burnt." Before leaving, he did not forget to point to the black briquettes in the pot and waved his hand in front of his nose.

"I don't know why people from the desert come all the way to Dragon Falling City." Yan Jinyu murmured to himself as he looked at Bayar's and the others' leaving figures.

"Brother Jinyu, let's go!" Luo Qingshui jumped to his side and patted his shoulder.

"Let's go, where are we going?" Yan Jinyu had not yet reacted.

"Of course I'm going to find Master Seven! Didn't he say he had something to do and would wait for us at the ruined temple in the west of the city? Maybe he wants to treat us to a big dinner!" Luo Qingshui imagined.

Yan Jinyu's mind really couldn't keep up with such a strange idea, so she had to smile bitterly. I'm afraid only people like Luo Qingshui would believe that Qi Gong really had something urgent to deal with, right?

But Yan Jinyu didn't expose it and could only nodded.
Chapter completed!