The three elders nodded to him, and Hua Wusheng asked: "Is Bai Yatou okay?"
"It's okay." Ling Bufei said, "She has magic elixir and her injuries will recover soon."
"That's good."
Ling Bufei asked casually: "Where is Uncle Yuan?"
"I'm going to clean up the mess." Hua Wusheng spread his hands and said, "It's a competition that happens once every ten years. If such an accident happens, it will be a big trouble. Who is responsible for the ban on the ring? We haven't found out the result yet."
Ling Bufei nodded. Bai Mengjin had just mentioned this matter. He knew that he would not be able to find out this time, so he had no hope.
The elders indeed have a lot to do. The disciples need to be comforted, the news needs to be blocked, and the matter needs to be thoroughly investigated... As you can imagine, there will be a period of chaos in the sect.
"Have you met your Uncle Song?" Xin Tingxue said.
There was no need to hide this news. Ling Bufei responded and said proactively: "Uncle Song is in good spirits, but he has lost a lot of weight."
Xin Tingxue sighed: "Xuanbing Prison is not a place for people to stay. It's strange that he's not thin."
Ling Bufei didn't answer. He and Xin Tingxue were not familiar with each other, and he didn't know if they could say something.
Fortunately, Xin Tingxue did not ask further questions, but turned to discuss the cause of Qiu Yi Nong's death with Hua Wusheng.
"...Although that girl is not lovable, it would be unjust to die like this. The restriction has been set up with a demonic barrier. I guess her cultivation level is also very suspicious, but I don't know who did it."
Hua Wusheng and Lord Ku Mu looked at each other with profound meaning.
Qiu Yi Nong is Ling Yungao's apprentice, who else can do anything to her?
Xin Tingxue continued: "Speaking of which, do you think the sect master's cultivation level is much higher?"
Hua Wusheng and Lord Kumu recalled his method of suppressing the evil spirit and couldn't help but nod.
"Looking at his attack this time, his strength may have surpassed mine." Lord Kumu sighed.
Hua Wusheng frowned: "I dare not say that I can suppress him."
"Me too." Xin Tingxue paused, "Is this reasonable?"
Hua Wusheng said bluntly: "With his talent, it is a fluke that he can transform into a god. Since transforming into a god, his progress has been mediocre. How could he reach this level in a few years?"
"So where did his cultivation come from?" Xin Tingxue said slowly, "What kind of exercises did he practice or what spiritual pills he took?"
"I don't believe it." Hua Wusheng said unceremoniously, "What magical elixir can improve it to this extent? Then there won't be so few spirit transformations."
"Yes!" Xin Tingxue said softly, "So, are he, Xiuwei and Qiu Yatou the same origin?"
Hua Wusheng and Lord Ku Mu were silent together.
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After Ling Bufei left, Bai Mengjin fell asleep.
The cold feeling kept attacking her body. Fortunately, the fire jade given by Yuan Songqiao worked and did not make her feel too uncomfortable. The magic pill she took was quickly repairing her injuries, making her face look better a little bit.
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I slept very deeply this time. It was getting dark and bright again, and when the light from outside came in, Bai Mengjin finally woke up.
She got up and took a look at the inner palace, and found that her injuries were almost healed, and she was in a good mood. She thought about waiting for Ji Xingge to come back and think of ways to thank her.
Just when she was inspecting the inner palace, the ban on the door seemed to be triggered with a buzzing sound, and then quickly calmed down.
She exited and looked at the door suspiciously.
It was quiet there and there was no reaction.
Bai Mengjin shook his head and wanted to make tea for himself.
Just as the tea was slurping, she seemed to hear the sound of swallowing saliva.
"Who?" She turned around and looked around.
Still no sound.
Bai Mengjin slowly withdrew her gaze and continued to take out the cakes from the Qiankun bag. She just put the plate on the plate and felt a little cold, so she went to the stone bed to get a blanket.
When she turned back with the blanket, she paused.
Two pastries were missing from the tea tray.
Someone can actually break through the restrictions here? No, there is a demon.
Bai Mengjin chuckled, sat back and continued drinking tea, taking out a book and reading it.
Just as she turned the page, the dessert plate moved. She stretched out her hand to grab it and held down a thin arm.
The arm tried to escape, but it only emitted a trace of black energy, and she pressed it back again. She also took out a talisman and stuck it on with a "snap".
"Ah!" A high-pitched voice sounded, and smoke began to rise from his arms. Someone shouted, "Why are you still wearing a charm? You don't follow the rules!"
Bai Mengjin didn't care, he took out two more talismans and patted them, and soon someone rolling on the ground appeared.
This is a thin boy, about seven or eight years old, with a black air on his body and even horns on his head.
The power of the talisman was astonishing. He rolled around and shouted: "Help! Help!"
Bai Mengjin continued drinking tea calmly.
Probably because the boy screamed too loudly, the watching eyes from outside shrank back.
No matter how she screamed, no one came to save her. The boy finally had no choice but to beg her for mercy: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have stolen your things. Please spare me!"
"You were imprisoned too, we are all of the same kind!"
"I haven't eaten human food for a long time, so I couldn't help but eat two pieces. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, isn't that okay?"
Bai Mengjin held the book indifferently and replied calmly: "If I didn't bring the talisman, how could you still be so good?"
"Then what do you want?" Maybe it was because he hadn't suffered such a crime for a long time. There were two bags of tears in the boy's eyes. "I'll pay you back. Can't I pay you back?"
"Oh? How do you pay me back?" Bai Mengjin showed a hint of interest.
The boy hurriedly said: "Aren't you injured? I'll give you some magic blood to help you repair it."
This condition is acceptable. Bai Mengjin smiled: "Yes, but how much will I give you?"
The boy hesitantly reached out his hand and gave her a few drops of demon blood.
Bai Mengjin looked at the demon blood in the plate and was not satisfied: "That's it? It's too little!"
"It's been several drops, and you're still not satisfied!" the boy shouted, "We are trapped here and have to withstand the cold air of ten thousand years of ice every day. Every drop is precious!"
Bai Mengjin still shook his head.
The magic talisman on his body did not feel exhausted at all. Seeing that a large piece of it was burned, the boy could only reluctantly give in: "I will give you half more, okay? There is really no more!"
Bai Mengjin thought for a while and nodded reluctantly: "Okay, for the sake of this first time, I have a lot of it, so I won't argue with you."
When the boy saw that she didn't make any move, he shouted, "Why didn't you expose it if you agreed?"
Bai Mengjin ordered the plate.
The boy cursed in his mind and could only drain the blood first: "Is this okay?"
Bai Mengjin rubbed the demonic blood and felt the surging magic coming from it. He smiled and nodded, then reached out and took off the magic talisman on his body.