Leng Xuan said helplessly: "Since we can't get in, we have to lure the snow vulture out." Tang Yunlong shook his head and said: "It's easy to say. If something big had not happened, the saint would not show up casually." These words
As soon as it came out, everyone immediately fell into deep thought.
Everyone gathered together and discussed for a long time, but could not come up with a good solution. Seeing that the night was getting darker, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. At this time, outside Zhonghua Mountain, in the mountains more than ten miles away,
A middle-aged man was flying in the air, stepping on a crimson sword, making a sound of breaking through the air, and galloping towards Zhonghua Mountain. Not long after, the middle-aged man had arrived a hundred meters away from Zhonghua Mountain.
He put away his sword, landed on the ground, and stood with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the towering Zhonghua Mountain, with a trace of deep resentment in his eyes. At this moment, two men in white clothes suddenly flew from mid-air.
The young man. The other party looked the middle-aged man up and down and asked politely: "Is this fellow Taoist here to participate in the cultivation conference?"
The middle-aged man squinted at the two men in white and asked coldly: "Are the people from Jiutian Holy Palace up there?" A man in white nodded and responded: "If fellow Taoist people are here to find Jiutian Holy Palace, we
You can report it on my behalf. Please tell me your name." The middle-aged man raised his lips and smiled playfully: "Are you sure you want to report it on my behalf?" The man in white nodded and said, "Of course, our Lingyun Palace is a cultivation conference.
This is what we should do." The middle-aged man nodded slowly and said: "It turns out that he is from Lingyun Palace, so it is most appropriate for you to report the news." After the words fell, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
There was a trace of murderous intent. Then, he unfolded his sleeves and saw a beam of red light flying out at lightning speed. Before the two men in white could react, they only felt a chill on their necks, and then...
A stream of warm blood spurted out and sprinkled on the ground. The two of them looked frightened, opened their mouths, and uttered a few "foree" syllables, then rolled their eyes and fell straight to the ground.
The middle-aged man sneered, walked directly to the corpses of the two men in white, and brushed more than a dozen swords, as if writing something on the corpses. Then he raised an evil sneer at the corner of his mouth, put away the swords, and turned to
Zhonghua Mountain flew away in the opposite direction.
The next morning, Leng Xuan walked out of the room slowly, and saw Guigu Zhenren and Longtou already sitting in the hall chatting. Leng Xuan moved his hands, then walked to a seat and sat down.
After a night of soaking in hot spring water, he found that his injuries had recovered a lot, and at least 30% of his true energy had been restored. If he continued at this pace, he would be fully recovered in less than five days. At this moment, only
I heard a familiar voice coming from outside. Then I saw Shui Hantian walking into the cave with Yu Linglong's support.
When Leng Xuan saw this, he immediately stood up and went to greet him. He shook his head and said: "Brother Shui, your injury is not healed yet. If you have nothing to do, don't walk around. Recuperate at home." Shui Hantian smiled and said: "Stay in the room every day.
I'm almost bored to death." Leng Xuan glanced at Yu Linglong next to him and teased: "With Miss Yu accompanying you, are you still bored?" Yu Linglong's face turned red and she said, "Leng Xuan, don't talk nonsense."