"No, I heard that the uncle from the junior master returned to the sect alone. As soon as he came back, he came to our Holy Dharma Peak." The disciple replied.
"What did you say? She just returned to the sect, where did she go?" Swing Jian asked subconsciously.
"I heard it was Fengmingji." The disciple didn't care, and replied casually.
"Ah!" Chang Wanfa and the swing sword staggered at the same time, and their originally joyful heart also became cool.
Luo Enen went to Fengmingji, what else could there be? The little Holy Spirit Stone that had just given her face would not be defeated by her again, right? The two elders shuddered at the same time, and in their hearts
An ominous premonition arose again.
"When did she go to Fengmingji? Why didn't you report to us earlier?" With a desperate mood, the swing sword roared in a frustration.
As the saying goes, one's mistakes lead to wisdom. With the lessons learned last time, the two of them strictly prevented Luo Enen. As soon as they came back, they sent trustworthy disciples to stare at Qingxi Valley secretly and ordered that as long as she stepped out of Qing.
After a moment of the valley, they immediately reported to them, but Luo Enen went to Fengming for a walk and returned to Nanli Sect before they received the news.
"I don't know either. I just heard that I went there three days ago. Besides, the two elders didn't ask me to report to you." The disciple explained in a stutter.
Chang Qiu and the others looked at each other again. No wonder they did not receive the news. According to this statement, wouldn’t they just leave before Luo Enen go to Fengmingji? Before they even ordered their confidant disciples to follow them, they wanted to
It is strange to receive the message.
This Luo Enen, who is lazy and scattered and waited for death on weekdays, why is he so active when he is a prodigal son?
"Forget it, I can't blame him for this. He didn't know anything at all. Don't get angry at him." Chang Wanfa waved his hand and said to the disciple, "You go down first."
This disciple was not a confidant of the two of them. He knew nothing and could not post it on him even if he was angry.
"Elder Chang, what should I do now? What should I do?" As soon as the disciple left, the swing sword stood up again, and turned back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.
"Don't be anxious first, let her come in first." Chang Wanfa always maintained the steadfast wind in front of the swing sword, allowing him to suppress me, so as to show his extraordinary demeanor and demeanor. This time, he also
No exception, but when I kept rubbing my hands while talking, my uneasy mood was not much stronger than the swing sword.
"That's all." Swing sword sat down dejectedly.
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At the same time, in Qingxi Valley and in the closed door, Gu Fenghua still made handprints over and over again.
On the ancient and solid furnace body of the Demon Wood Cauldron, thousands of brand new runes shine brightly, forming a mysterious and complex talisman array, which seems to have more mysterious and spiritual charm.
But Gu Fenghua's face became paler and paler, and the speed of making handprints in his hands became slower and slower, as if every time a handprint was made, he had to use all her strength and all her mind.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled with anger and murderous intent came from the furnace. Gu Fenghua's whole body was shocked, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and his hands, which were holding handprints, also stopped at the same time.
"Fenghua!" Gui Yezi exclaimed worriedly in the alchemy furnace.