Kong Laosan said calmly, his voice was neither fast nor slow, and his face was calm and unruffled, making it difficult for people to guess what he was thinking.
"Back to senior brother, Senior Uncle Yue has left Qingling Sect for nearly two years, and no news has been sent back yet!"
Hearing Kong Laosan's question, Xiongqi's heart moved and he hurriedly stepped forward and said.
Hearing this, Kong Laosan seemed to be unsurprised. He just nodded and his eyes fell on Xiong Qi again. Two strange colors flashed in his eyes, "Junior Brother Xiong, since I returned to Qingling Sect three years ago,
You have been on duty at the snake yard and have helped me take care of these two little guys for many years. You have really helped me a lot, so I will give you this spiritual soldier!"
At the same time as the voice fell, a light blue sword as long as an index finger fell into his hand. He played with it for a moment and then threw it directly to Xiong Qi, who was standing respectfully aside.
Subconsciously taking it in his hand, Xiongqi was stunned for a moment. He looked at Kong Laosan and then at the Spirit Soldier Flying Sword in his hand. He seemed to have not expected that Kong Laosan would be so generous. After taking two full breaths, he
Kankan came back to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for the generous gift. What senior brother has told me is my most important thing. Taking care of two little guys is really nothing!"
He happily accepted the Spirit Soldier Flying Sword and said with a hint of enthusiasm in Xiongqi's tone.
Seeing this, Kong Laosan twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a faint smile, but returned to normal the next moment, and continued, "Tell me about what has happened in the sect in recent years."
Compared with three years ago, Qinglingmen was much livelier. Along the way, many unfamiliar faces in gray robes were busy. Looking at these young and childish figures, Kong Laosan suddenly felt...
A feeling of right and wrong.
From Xiongqi's mouth, Kong Laosan roughly learned some news. Since three years ago, the wind spirit body called Yao Feng'er has left Qingling Gate and disappeared. The Jin family was affected by Jin Qiongfeng.
After death came to Qinglingmen to cause trouble several times, it was settled. However, based on Kong Laosan’s understanding of the people of the Jin family, he would not let it go. Even after three years, if he wanted to leave Qinglingmen, he would still
Just be extremely cautious.
Yao Huo'er worshiped the Fire Spirit Peak, and Fu Yinglong, who went to Hou Zhou with him, was rescued by the true disciple Yun Tianqi, but in the end he lost his life due to excessive injuries. Maybe it was because of his injuries.
Because of this matter, Yao Huo'er has been just like me since he came back three years ago. He has never stepped off the Fire Spirit Peak. He has spent all his time on cultivation. His strength has improved as fast as if he was pregnant with a demon.
How much slower is Kong Laosan with Yingjingxue?
When Fu Yinglong was mentioned, Kong Laosan let out a sigh. The first thing that came to his mind was the one hundred and fifty spiritual stones that the other party still owed him. I'm afraid there would be no chance to recover it.
Secretly despising himself, Kong Laosan walked along the way, like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, with his hands behind his back, silently looking at the busy figures of the new disciples around him, with a faint look on his face all the time.
laugh.
While Kong Laosan was walking all the way towards Muyan Peak, the young gray-robed disciples around him suddenly became restless, and at the same time, they all headed towards the Tuzhong Peak on the west side.
Seeing this, Kong Laosan was stunned, and his heart moved. The power of his spiritual thoughts swarmed out from the center of his eyebrows, and he searched towards the west. After a while, he shook his head helplessly. Apparently, he had discovered something.
There was no wave in the ancient well, but after thinking about it, I walked slowly towards the west.
At this moment, two disciples in gray robes, approximately at the sixth level of Qi Refining, were fighting hard. They were surrounded by countless outer disciples in a circle, cheering each other clearly. There was a lot of noise all around, not far away from the two.
, a cute girl of twelve or thirteen years old in a lotus skirt stood motionless like a blooming lily, her long eyelashes flashing, and there were two tears hanging on her cheeks, a pair of
Chu Chu's pitiful appearance.
When Kong Laosan arrived here, the fight between the two had reached a fever pitch. One of them was tall and tall, with his hair tied up with a hollow wooden hairpin. The good-looking young man was holding a cold iron long sword and kept saying
He slashed and slashed at the young man on the opposite side, taking advantage of the gaps to occasionally make out one or two fireball talismans and throw them at the opponent. However, his movements were very unfamiliar, and he obviously lacked experience in fighting with others.
Opposite him was a dark-faced young man, with an earthy aura lingering all over his body. With his bare hands, he neutralized the attacks of the young man on the opposite side. There was not much expression on his face, and he was very calm. However, he took advantage of the moment when the young man on the opposite side was unable to turn around.
, and occasionally he would take the opportunity to punch out, causing the opponent to panic for a while.
After observing for a long time, Kong Laosan shook his head. In the current view of Kong Laosan, the fight between the two was like a fight between children, like a joke, without any interest. Just as he was about to leave, the situation in the field suddenly changed.
Change.
"Okay, Hei Tantou, ever since I, Huang Chenggui, came to Qinglingmen, you have been having trouble with me. I can tolerate this, but you should never bully Jia'er. Today I
Even if I risk my life, I will teach you a lesson!"
The boy with the wooden hairpin said bitterly, his face a little twisted. As he spoke, he put the long sword on his back again. At the same time, he made several strange seals with both hands, and lightly touched the center of his eyebrows. Suddenly, an invisible wave began to flow from
The eyebrows spread out.
"Here comes the sword!"
There was a bang, the cuff of the sleeve shook, and a small yellow sword as long as an index finger suddenly appeared in front of him. As the boy spurted out a mouthful of blood, the small sword screamed, and in just three breaths, it suddenly grew to three feet in length.
Seeing this, Kong Laosan's heart was moved, but he did not make any move. The young man in front of him actually used some secret technique to force the flying sword to fight the enemy with his sixth-level Qi refining level. He was obviously desperate for his life.
The black-faced boy opposite the boy also saw the scene in front of him. His original black face suddenly changed, "Mu Xiucai, you don't want to die?!"
At the same time as he opened his mouth, his body retreated. At the same time, he took out a golden light talisman from his arms and placed it directly on his body, wrapping his entire body in a thin golden light mask.
The girl who was crying next to her also opened her glasses wide and looked at the scene in front of her with shining eyes. Her curved lips curled up slightly, seeming to be a little happy, but then she realized something and closed the corners of her mouth.
, wiped his eyes, a pair of watery eyes immediately turned bright red, as if he had been greatly wronged.
Kong Laosan on the side saw this scene completely and just shook his head without any intention of intervening.
Relying on the sharpness of the flying sword, the originally weak boy with a wooden hairpin became much braver. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, as his thoughts turned, countless mountains, rocks and trees around him were smashed into pieces. Although there was a slight lag in the boy's control, it was still unclear.
The flying sword, filled with essence and blood, was still extremely domineering, forcing the black-faced boy on the opposite side to retreat step by step.
At this moment, the black-faced boy didn't know what method he used. His body became extremely flexible, and he was like a monkey when he moved and dodged. Although the flying sword was extremely fast, he could barely dodge the flying sword every time it approached. But this kind of
The method seemed to consume a lot of spiritual energy. In just half a meal, the black-faced boy was already panting and his movements were much more stagnant than before.
"Kill me!"
Seeing this scene, the young man with a pale face and a crumbling wooden hairpin's eyes lit up. Between his hands, he spurted out another stream of essence and blood. At the same time, he let out a blast in his mouth and used his last spiritual power to pour it all into the body.
In the flying sword in front of me.
As if sensing the young man's thoughts, the flying sword flashed with yellow light, its speed suddenly increased by more than three times, and with a buzzing sound, it slashed directly towards the black-faced young man's head.
Kong Laosan had been paying attention silently. Until this moment, he calmed down a little. He glanced at the condition of the boy with a wooden hairpin. His heart moved and he was about to take action. The next moment, he seemed to sense something and looked towards Tu Zhongfeng.
He glanced at it lightly and immediately dispersed the spiritual power that had been condensed in his fingers.
At this moment, the black-faced boy seemed to sense the threat of death, his eyes widened, "Huang, how dare you do it?!"
Seeing the flying sword approaching, there was no way to avoid it. The dark-faced boy's eyes reflected some fear, but it was replaced by a touch of madness in an instant. Just as he was about to do something, a paper-thin earth-yellow barrier suddenly appeared. It was no coincidence.
By chance, he happened to be in front of the black-faced boy, and the flying sword struck him, but was knocked away without leaving any trace.