Ling Zhonghao smiled at Elder Wen, without seeing the smile, only showing his big white teeth, and then quickly followed Ling Chuxi and others.
As soon as they entered the valley ahead, strong turbulence rushed towards them. Ling Gusong and Ling Zhonghao accidentally had their hats blown away, revealing two shining silver antennas above their heads.
"Ah, Zhonghao, what's stuck in your head?" Elder Wen, who watched them leave, let out another exclamation.
"Fashion, this year's fashion." Ling Zhonghao quickly grabbed the hat and put it on his head, saying coquettishly.
Elder Wen and others were stunned, and they did not come back to their senses until Ling Chuxi and others disappeared.
"By the way, I remember last time Sihao said he wanted to go out for training, right?" Elder Wen asked his disciple.
"Well, the eldest young master said that he wants to go to the sect's holy realm to experience, and the young lady said that she wants to go to the various countries in Death Valley to experience." A disciple replied.
"Come back, let them come back quickly. They are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission. They all stay in Wuya Mountain for me." Elder Wen's face changed completely. The popular trends in the sect's holy realm and secular countries are too scary.
Oh, he doesn't want his precious son and daughter to come back with an antenna plugged in.
Of course, Ling Zhonghao didn't know how much psychological pressure his nonsense would put on his future father-in-law, and he had already led Ling Chuxi and others deep into the hinterland of Wuya Mountain.
The strong wind blows in the face, the spiritual energy and the turbulent flow of space are mixed together, and the blowing on the face is faintly painful. Ling Chuxi and others can't use their mental skills, and create an invisible air shield outside the body. Only then do they feel better.
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Ling Chuxi took out the map and looked at it, and quickly closed it again. Only when she was in the hinterland of Wuya Mountain did she know how long and long this mountain range was. At first, she thought the map was clear and intuitive enough. Once inside,
In the hinterland of Wuya Mountain, I realized how difficult it is to find the place marked on the map in the vast mountains.
"Actually, even if you find the place where the broken martial spirit tower last appeared, it may not be useful. Every time the broken tower appears, it is in a different place." Ling Zhonghao glanced at the map and said.
"Let's find a place to camp with the wind first." Ling Chuxi said. Although the space turbulence here is not as good as the space channel, it is still very strong. She and Huangfu Qingjue can still hold on, Ling Yichen and Ling Zhong
Hao's strength is a little weaker, and it will be difficult for him as time goes by.
"Well, okay." Ling Zhonghao held his tall hat with one hand and said eagerly. It was really hard for him to resist.
Everyone looked around, trying to find a mountain ridge leeward.
A long rainbow of sword light slashed across the sky, and with a loud bang, a mountain peak was split open by the dark ink sword shadow, and rubble flew in all directions.
Such power made Ling Zhonghao stunned, while Ling Chuxi's face showed a look of surprise.
Besides Meng Luo, who was in a berserk state, who else could make such a powerful blow from the mysterious sword?
"Meng Luo!" Ling Yichen also guessed who it was and exclaimed in a low voice.
"Take care of yourself." Ling Chuxi ordered Ling Zhonghao, moved her feet, and rushed towards the direction of the sword light.
The wind was as strong as a knife, Meng Luo's slender figure stood proudly, her long hair flying wildly in the wind, and the black black sword in her hand soared into the sky, showing a bit of violence.
But if you look closely, you can see that her face is a bit pale, there is a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, and her chest is rising and falling violently.