My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 171

in the jungle.

Old Qingfeng's chest continued to twitch, the muscles on his face also spasmed, and blood was constantly gushing out of his mouth, and blood was also flowing from his nose and ears.

This scene is extremely weird.

Feng Lingyue walked slowly to the front of the old man Qingfeng, then shook his head and sighed, "Life is in the world, when will you stop fighting for fame and fortune?"

Looking at Luo Qingfeng, who used to traverse the rivers and lakes in front of him, happy and grudge, Feng Lingyue's heart couldn't help but feel a little more melancholy and emotion.

This is the rivers and lakes.

Stepping into this arena, there are not only illusory fame and fortune, glory and wealth, but also intrigues, swords and swords.

The so-called rivers and lakes are people's hearts, and everything is born from the heart.

The lesser man is to help people in distress; the great man is to serve the country and the people.

How can we live affectionately in the thin and cool world? This is a very difficult question in the minds of all the people in the arena. How many people do not forget their original intentions?

On the road of chasing fame and fortune, what we see more is the glitz brought by fame and fortune. Who can talk about being rich in poverty?

Some people say that rivers and lakes are heaven and earth, heaven and earth, all things, nature, and everything we can see.

It is easy to come in, but it is extremely difficult to go out again.

Perhaps only by death can we truly get out of this arena.

The old man Qingfeng fell to the ground with his eyes wide open and his chest constantly heaving, as if he was no longer a famous master, but more like a dying beast.

"I am also a layman, burdened by fame and fortune, or else I would not have competed with Jiang Shang and become a chess piece in the hands of others."

Feng Lingyue squatted down and looked at the dying old Qingfeng, with a sigh in her eyes, "Maybe one day, Brother Luo today will be my Feng's tomorrow, and what Feng can do is try to make this day never appear. ."

People in the arena involuntarily.

Feng Lingyue's identity and strength, there are still people behind him who are pushing him to keep moving forward, and sometimes he can't give up when he says give up.

The old man Qingfeng opened his eyes, and a gloom appeared in his pupils.

"Crack!"

Feng Lingyue placed her palm on the neck of the old man Qingfeng. As the wrist twisted, a sound of bone cracking sounded, and the old man Qingfeng's body stopped heaving and breathing.

Old Man Qingfeng is dead!

The master master who was once famous in the Great Yanjiang Lake died in this dense forest.

Feng Lingyue touched the palm of her hand, and a blue light floated in the body of the old Qingfeng.

This is the essence left in his body, the spirit of heaven and earth

Outside the jungle, dozens of miles.

In mid-air, the wind whistled.

An Jing was lying on Hei Jiao's back, his face was extremely pale, and his eyelids became heavier.

Originally, the injury in his body was extremely serious. After the side effects of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra started, he felt like his whole body was being burned by flames. Although the pain was reduced, he felt weaker and weaker.

If it wasn't for his strong perseverance, he might have just fallen down in the jungle.

If he were to fall in front of Feng Lingyue, the black flood dragon would also lose his combat effectiveness. It was hard to say whether Feng Lingyue would keep his promise.

After all, he is still very useful to Shinichi.

"so tired"

An Jing was lying on the cold scales and felt extremely tired, but he knew that he couldn't close his eyes, if he closed his eyes, the black flood dragon would fall from the air.

But the feeling of exhaustion kept coming, especially the pain had disappeared, and the nerves had become numb.

The eyelids drooped several times, but he was lifted back again with amazing perseverance.

"Crack! Kick!"

Hei Jiao traveled in the air, high and low, swaying right and left, hitting the huge tree directly. Under the impact of the powerful fleshly body, even the tree surrounded by three or four people was broken in an instant.

In the end, An Jing couldn't bear the exhaustion that swept in, and he lost consciousness.

As his consciousness dissipated, Hei Jiao's huge body also fell heavily.

"Tom!"

The place where it fell was a small stream, and the waves suddenly splashed into the sky.

An Jing's body fell from the black flood dragon and rolled twice on the ground before he stopped flipping, the mask on his face loosened, and disappeared into the stream with the surging water.

And half of the head of the black flood dragon fell on the shore, and the rest of the body disappeared into the stream.

Time passed, and I don't know how long it took, but the stream gradually returned to calm.

Suddenly, Hei Jiao's eyelids seemed to move, and a pair of huge dragon eyes flashed a curious light, staring closely at An Jing who was lying on the ground.

Suddenly, its eyes looked into the distance, with a hint of panic in its eyes.

"thump!"

The black flood dragon headed towards the stream, and then the whole body was completely hidden in the water, as if hiding.

After about ten breaths, a girl with a bamboo basket came from a distance.

This girl was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a round oval face, dark eyes, and a youthful and lively breath all over her body. Her complexion was not fair, but she had a healthy and natural beauty.

"This is"

When the girl saw the person lying on the bank, she walked over quickly, saw An Jing's pale face, and couldn't help but said, "This young man, wake up, wake up!"

Houjin, Snow Mountain.

At night, the stars are bright, the bright moonlight shines on the grassland, the world is quiet, the evening wind blows gently, and the grass waves undulate with the wind, which is very comfortable.

Because after years of peaceful development, there were trade exchanges all over the Houjin region, and even grassland markets were established in the vast grasslands.

Every year, a large number of caravans from the Yan Kingdom, Zhao Kingdom, Pure Land, and Nanman come here, making Houjin flourishing and national strength developing rapidly.

To the north of the grassland are continuous, towering and steep snow-capped mountains.

In Houjin's eyes, this snow-capped mountain is their holy place, and there is a holy religion in the depths of the snow-capped mountain that they are fascinated by.

The Holy Religion of Houjin, which is called Daxueshan among the rivers and lakes, is the largest sect in Houjin.

When the emperor of the future Jin, is also the holy master of the post-jin saint religion.

At this time, a figure came from afar, stepped across the grassland, and walked along a path toward the snow-capped mountains.

That man had a childlike face, a smile on his face, and a kind-hearted look that made people feel like a spring breeze and a sense of closeness in their hearts.

This person is Jiang Shang.

His footsteps seemed slow, but upon closer inspection, his body had already floated several tens of meters away.

Shrink to size.

A method that can only be displayed by experts in the realm of master cultivation.

About half an hour later, Jiang Shang came to a cave under a snow mountain.

This cave is very secretive. There is a path in the gap between the two snow-capped mountains. If ordinary people do not know this cave, it is impossible to find this place.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, freezing to the bone, and there was even a trace of white cold smoke floating in the air.

Jiang Shang walked into the cave slowly, stepping on the snow, making a 'creaky' and 'creaky' sound.

The cave was very dark, and Huozhezi shone with a faint light, illuminating the front.

The temperature is getting colder and colder, and even Jiang Shang needs to run his True Qi to resist the terrifying coldness.

Not long after, a pitch-black coffin appeared in front of him.

"call"

Jiang Shang exhaled slightly when he saw the black coffin, because it was too cold, the breath turned into a streak of white frost.

"Jinse, I haven't seen you for six years."

Jiang Shang walked to the coffin and said slowly, "Look, I also brought your favorite candied winter melon."

Saying that, he stretched his palm into his arms and took out a pack of kraft paper.

Wrapped in kraft paper is the cool, sweet, crisp, transparent and slag-free candied winter melon.

Jiang Shang stroked the coffin with his palm, "I felt that I was about to reach the realm of four qi, so I thought of coming to see you. Time flies by so quickly, you know? Renyi is already thirty-six, so I thought about it carefully. If we come, we have known each other for forty years."

"Forty years, the things that happened 40 years ago seem to be still in front of my eyes, but now it's been 40 years, and a lot of things have really happened. Not long after you died, I became The master of the demon sect, and then the master of Feng Lingyue, the sword **** Liu Moyuan, and the head teacher of Douzhenyi sect Ye Ding. In the past 40 years, the situation has changed, and the waves have been turbulent, but I have always stood above the waves of the rivers and lakes, and I have only been defeated so far. In the hands of Xiao Qianqiu."

"Xiao Qianqiu is a powerful character, born with Taoism. Ye Ding's old boy is really good at luck. He even found such a successor. If Xiao Qianqiu really cultivated into the "Jade Emperor Sutra", then Xuanmen might really be able to do it. Once unified, the situation in the whole world is about to change drastically, and the demon sect is in danger.”

Jiang Shang's words sighed a little, as if he was talking about his distress.

If anyone was there, he would be shocked. The moody, changeable and cruel Jiang Shang would have such a sentimental side.

"However, Xiao Qianqiu wants to achieve the general trend, but it is not so easy. The Holy Master of Daxueshan has long been eyeing him, and he seems to have the ambition to swallow the world. The pattern of the world is changing, and there is not much time for Xiao Qianqiu. Dayan has a battle sooner or later, and the Taiping Emperor is as cunning as a fox. I still remember the Tianshu Pavilion coup, and he was not merciless to his siblings. It shows that his resolute means, this old thing is really serious damage. It's still fake, even I can't see it through.”

"Chaos, let the world be in complete chaos."

Jiang Shang picked up a piece of candied fruit and put it in his hand, only under this coffin can he be very relaxed and reveal all his troubles: "Do you remember the little green plum I told you? She really didn't. Living up to my expectations, it is just a pity that the cultivation base has reached the realm of the master."

Speaking of which, Jiang Shang took a light bite of the candied fruit.

The cave became quiet, only the sound of chewing.

"She has gone down the same path as I did. With her temperament, it is too late after she has repented. In this case, I can only take action for her. The Dao is the most ruthless, and the humane is the most ruthless. Only ruthlessness can achieve the highest humanity. One day she will understand."

"I killed that little doctor just like I killed you in the first place."

Speaking of this, the entire cave became very silent.

The temperature seems to be even colder, and there is the sound of wind and snow outside the cave, and the whistling is like a ghost crying and wolf howling, which makes people tremble.

Under the faint light, that expressionless face looked a bit stern and terrifying.

"I also discovered undead blood. There really is undead blood in this world. The secret may be related to the Zhou Dynasty, or even the Qin Dynasty. No matter what, I will get this undead blood, and I, Jiang Shang, will definitely get the secret of immortality. , and no one can stop me."

"Apart from the realm of four qi that I am about to reach, I came to Daxue Mountain mainly to find this undead blood."

Jiang Shang put down the candied fruit he took, and couldn't help laughing all his life, "I have tasted the bitterness of this life, but I can't eat the sweetness of this candied fruit, and I am a little tired of this mouthful."

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Shang stared at the coffin for a long time.

"Jinse, you are the person I love the most in my life."

"call."

The fire was extinguished, and there was only the sound of Jiang Shang's footsteps leaving the cave.

Dongluoguan, seal the magic well.

"Yes, the pork belly tastes good today."

Nan Weiping moved her index finger and kept swallowing the still warm food, admiring it as she ate.

Zhao Qingmei saw this, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. In the past few days, she was not only mixed with red face and drunk in her meals, but the amount was very small, and this poison was non-toxic and tasteless. Obviously, experts like Nan Weiping Did not feel it.

In a few days, he will be able to get the way out from her mouth.

Nan Weiping looked at Zhao Qingmei and asked, "You haven't been in a hurry these days, why? Aren't you worried about your lover?"

Zhao Qingmei shook her head and said, "If you can't go out, it's useless to worry."

"That's not wrong. For the sake of the meal, I'll give you a few words."

Nan Weiping nodded and said with a smile: "You have reached the master of one qi at a young age, and if nothing else happens, you can definitely reach the realm of the great master. It is better to meditate here for a period of time and improve your cultivation to the level of the second qi. When the time comes, the Demon Sealing Well can solve the internal strife of the Demon Sect."

The two talked in the past few days, and Nan Weiping also learned from Zhao Qingmei why she fell into this magic well again.

"It's not that simple to reach Erqi."

The reason why Zhao Qingmei is so anxious at this moment is because she knows that Jiang Shang is not in the Demon Sect now, this is definitely an opportunity.

Yuan Feng and Ouyang Ping are both cultivation bases of the second qi, it is almost impossible for them to kill them, but the two of them can't stop themselves.

"So, you have to calm down."

Nan Weiping said indifferently: "What you are practicing is the top spiritual method of the demon sect "The Book of Nine Serenities Purgatory", the magic sect has improved rapidly, and you have devoured the heaven and earth spirit energy left by a five-qi master. , the cultivation base is a thousand miles away, but the foundation is somewhat unstable, and the most important thing at the moment is to stabilize your foundation."

"Oh?"

Zhao Qingmei heard Nan Weiping's words and said, "Mood is very important?"

"If you can calm down, it's naturally the best, but can you really calm down this little girl?"

Nan Weiping shook his head, and then asked, "By the way, how many levels have you reached in your "Nine Serenity Purgatory Tome"?"

"The seventh floor." Zhao Qingmei replied.

"Jiuyou Purgatory Magic Tome" is not an ordinary martial art, but a martial art that surpasses Tianwu. It is extremely difficult to practice. Rao is Zhao Qingmei's cultivation level, who has only cultivated to the seventh floor, and it is difficult to advance.

Nan Weiping was silent for a while before saying: "Cultivation of this "Nine Serenity Purgatory Magic Tome" to the eighth floor, if you don't reach the eighth floor, you won't be able to get out."

Eighth floor?

Zhao Qingmei's heart moved, Nan Weiping's words must have her purpose, since she let herself cultivate to the eighth floor, it should be related to getting out of this magic well.

"I know."

Zhao Qingmei nodded and began to study the word marks on the cave.

Nan Weiping looked at Zhao Qingmei in front of her. During this period of time, she gradually understood some of Zhao Qingmei's temperament.

He has a cold personality and is basically reluctant to say a word.

It was as if there was a lock in her heart, and no one could enter her heart.

Nan Weiping was very curious, what kind of man could make this little girl so determined.

Nan Weiping thought of something and said, "Little girl, how about showing me your diary?"

Zhao Qingmei turned her head and glanced at Nan Weiping, and then continued to look at the experience left by the ancestors of the magic sect on the cave as if she hadn't heard it.

Nan Weiping said with a smile: "Show me, and I'll tell you how to get out."

The more this is the case, the more interested she is in the diary. There must be a big secret hidden in it.

"impossible."

Zhao Qingmei said lightly.

No one can read the diary.

Nan Weiping said, "Little girl, this is your only chance. If you miss this village, you won't have this store."

Zhao Qingmei's face was as calm as water, "You will finally say it, because without me, you can't get out."

Nan Weiping will say it sooner or later, why should she take out her diary in exchange?

"If you don't show the diary to the old man, the old man will never tell you." Nan Weiping seemed a little annoyed when she saw that Zhao Qingmei did not enter the oil and salt.

"Then wait and see."

Zhao Qingmei sneered in her heart, wait a few more days, you will be honest

"Um?"

An Jing only felt that his soul seemed to float in the darkness, unable to feel the warmth and light.

I don't know how long has passed, I heard a voice in a trance, the voice was far and near.

"This kid's face is so pale, isn't he dead?"

"Senior Brother Yang Chong, how can you talk nonsense like that?"

"This voice is unfamiliar, I definitely don't know it, where is this place?"

An Jing's consciousness drifted in the darkness, and he recalled in a trance, "After the battle with Old Man Qingfeng that day, I rode away on the black flood dragon and finally lost consciousness."

"Senior Brother Yang Chong, go back first, I'll take care of him alone."

The crisp, sweet voice sounded again.

Then came the sound of footsteps, getting further and further away.

With the support of strong willpower, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and An Jing's consciousness finally broke out of this door of darkness.

As he opened his eyes, he saw an antique room.

At this time, An Jing was lying on the bed, and beside him was a beautiful girl wearing a pale green palace dress.

"you're awake!?"

When the girl saw An Jing open her eyes, she couldn't help revealing a hint of surprise.

"Where is this place, and are you?"

An Jing stood up with difficulty, looked at the girl in front of him and asked.

"This is the Four Elephants Gate, my name is Jia Meixian." The girl quickly replied.

"Sixiangmen? Jia Meixian?"

An Jing's brain was in pain, and he didn't recover for a while, "Why am I here?"

Jia Meixian replied: "Two days ago, I was collecting medicine in the mountains and found that you were unconscious in the Longyin River, and your injuries were very serious, and then I carried you back."

Longyinxi? !

An Jing frowned and asked quickly, "Have you found anything else strange?"

If the black flood dragon is not controlled, will the inner core in the waist be dug up? If that's the case, it's a big problem.

Once Hei Jiao has no inner core, his strength will be greatly reduced.

Jia Meixian thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I didn't find anything except you."

An Jing nodded, lost in thought.

"Of course, my senior brother Yang Chong changed your clothes for you."

Jia Meixian thought of something, her face flushed with blush.

"Thank you girl for saving your life"

Just as An Jing was about to clasp his fists, he suddenly felt a tear in his chest, and his brows suddenly wrinkled.

Jia Meixian supported An Jing's arm, and then said, "You don't need to talk, just take a good rest."

"Kindness without saying thanks."

An Jing said gratefully.

There may be no Jia Meixian in front of him, and he is now the same as Hei Jiao. It has no waist and no life.

Jia Meixian, Four Elephants Gate

An Jing suddenly thought of something, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. The owner of the Four Elephants Gate seemed to be Jia. Could it be that the girl in front of him had something to do with Jia Shifu?

"No, no, my grandfather warned a long time ago that children of the rivers and lakes just want to save the dead and help the wounded, and I should do this by drawing a knife to help the road see injustice."

Hearing what An Jing said, Jia Meixian couldn't help but ask, "Where are you from, how could you suffer such a severe internal injury?"

An Jing's brain turned rapidly, and he thought of the words in an instant, and said sadly: "I am originally from Donglin Dao, surnamed Han, and my name is Wenxin. "

When Jia Meixian heard this, her face turned pale: "Mountain bandits? I didn't expect there were mountain bandits nearby."

Not to mention that Xuanyiwei has attacked the mountain bandits very hard in recent years, and Longyinxi is in the Sixiangmen area, and there are mountain bandits.

An Jing said without blushing and breathless: "I was chased and killed all the way by mountain bandits and escaped here."

"Young Xia must have some kung fu, otherwise he would not be able to escape from the bandits."

Jia Meixian said with concern: "I haven't eaten for the past two days. Let me get you something to eat."

"Then there is the Lauja girl."

An Jing rubbed his stomach and laughed.

"You're welcome, young man."

Jia Meixian covered her mouth and walked out with brisk steps.

After watching Jia Meixian leave, An Jing touched his face and found that his mask was gone. He vaguely remembered that the mask also fell from his face when he fell.

"Let's take a look at the injury in the body first."

An Jing took a deep breath, and only then did he observe the injury in his body.

The injury wasn't minor, but it wasn't too serious either.

It was mainly due to the internal injury of the old man Qingfeng after the battle, and the after-effects of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra superimposed together, so he was exhausted and collapsed at that time.

As long as ten days and a half months of cultivation, he will be able to recover.

"Where's the black dragon?"

After An Jing observed the injuries in his body, he couldn't help but think of the black flood dragon.

Without his own control, the black flood dragon cannot move. Jia Meixian saved himself, how could he not see the black flood dragon?

Could it be that Feng Lingyue chased after him, peeled the black Jiaojiao for cramps, and took away the black Jiaojiao's waist?

But that's not right, Feng Lingyue couldn't let herself go.

The more I think about An Jing, the more strange it becomes. I always feel that there is something strange about it. It seems that it is necessary to go to Longyinxi to see it in person.

"This is the Four Elephants Gate, and I've been in a coma for two days."

An Jing's expression became a little weird, and he secretly said: "My injury is not too serious, I can leave this Four Elephant Gate tomorrow, so as not to cause some trouble."

Just then, Jia Meixian came in with a bowl of porridge, "This is the porridge in the morning, I'm hot."

An Jing took the porridge and said with a smile, "I can do it myself, so I won't bother Miss Jia."

Jia Meixian hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, then you can eat it first, and I'll make you another medicine."

As he spoke, before An Jing could speak, Jia Meixian ran out enthusiastically.

Looking at the graceful back, An Jing couldn't help but chuckle.

In this intriguing arena, there are not only swords and swords, but also many people who help others and have kind hearts.

"Tip 2: There is a blue chance (Sixiang Temple) near the host."

At this moment, a blue light appeared in An Jing's mind.

"Blue chance?"

When An Jing heard this, his heart moved.

You must know that the blue chance is a very rare treasure. At the beginning, this Holy Essence Gu was derived, which helped Lou Xiangzhen from the second energy to reach the third energy, and a ray that allowed him to be directly promoted to the half-step grandmaster.

Any blue opportunity is a treasure that can and cannot be obtained in this world.

An Jing's eyes couldn't help but squinted, and he thought to himself: "The treasure of Sixiangmen, is this blue chance the sword sticker left by Sixiang Jianzu?"

"Wait until it gets dark, and now it's important to recover the injury in the body."

The world is unpredictable, and this opportunity has fallen in front of him. If he doesn't take it again, won't he waste this blue opportunity.

After drinking the porridge, and then taking the soup made by Jia Meixian, An Jing began to sit up and recover from the injuries in his body.

Sixiangmen, outside the wing.

"Junior sister, I heard that the kid is awake?"

Yang Chong walked over quickly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes."

Jia Meixian nodded and said with a smile: "I just boiled some medicine for Han Shaoxia, and he is resting now after taking it."

Yang Chong said in surprise: "Impossible, that kid is seriously injured."

He had checked An Jing's pulse, and even if he wasn't dead, he was seriously injured. How could he wake up so quickly? There must be something strange about it.

Jia Meixian frowned and said, "Han Shaoxia's injury is really serious, and he can't get out of bed now. In my opinion, it will take a few more months of recuperation."

"I went to see."

When Yang Chong heard this, he was a little unhappy. Even his junior sister didn't take care of him so carefully. How many months would he have to take care of that kid?

"Senior brother, everyone is resting. It's not good for you to disturb them."

Jia Meixian hurriedly stopped Yang Chong, "Let's talk about it when he wakes up tomorrow."

Yang Chong thought for a while and said, "Okay, then I'll take a look at him tomorrow when he wakes up."

Jia Meixian said worriedly: "Well, you can give him a pulse tomorrow, and hope that there will be no root cause of the disease."

However, Yang Chong shook his head and said, "With such a serious injury, it is impossible not to leave the root of the disease. I think it is a fortune to survive."

Hearing Yang Chong say this, Jia Meixian sighed, "Hey, that Han Shaoxia is really pitiful, I think he is a good person."

Although it was only the first meeting, Jia Meixian could tell from his 'face' that that Han Shaoxia must be a good person.

Yang Chong's brows furrowed and he didn't speak any more. His junior sister was just too kind-hearted, so don't be deceived.

The moon is as black as ink, and the stars are dotted.

On the bed, Anjing Daluo's Heart Technique and Guigu's Heart Technique were operating at the same time, and the injury was almost recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After three weeks, the Qi machine slowly recovered and calmed down.

"It will take at least a few days to fully recover."

An Jing slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of clarity, "Now I only have 30% or 40% of my strength, but it's barely enough."

The strength of 30% to 40% is also equivalent to an ordinary smallpox realm expert, and it is also very safe to enter and exit the rivers and lakes.

"Calling blue chance?"

With a breath of turbid air, An Jing's body turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the room.

The moon is like a huge disc hanging high above the sky, bright and bright, covering the entire building complex of the Four Elephants Gate.

Although An Jing was unfamiliar with the environment of the Four Elephants Gate, but because there was a book on the ground, he only needed to walk according to the flashing light of the book on the ground.

Under the darkness of the night, a figure swept across the earth like a breeze, and silently touched the Four Elephants Hall.

An Jing's body technique is very light, and coupled with the Qi-gaining technique, even if there are master masters at the Four Elephants Sect, they can't find his whereabouts, not to mention that there are no master masters in the Four Elephants Sect at all.

Just as he was about to leave, the sound of the introduction came from the pavilion at his feet, but it attracted his attention.

"Tomorrow's matter, absolutely can't make any mistakes."

"Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with this."

"As long as this matter is completed, Brother Jia is equal to the merits of the dragon, and if there is the support of the court, the revival is just around the corner."

"Tomorrow? From the Dragon's Power?"

An Jing raised his brows, and could not help but look in through a gap.

Along the dim light, you can clearly see the scene in the house.

I saw an old man in blue sitting at the top of the head~www.mtlnovel.com~ with a frown and a very solemn expression, and at the bottom was a man in a hat, who could not see his face clearly, and his breath was also restrained. Next to him is a middle-aged man with a sword, his appearance is plain, not surprising.

An Jing just glanced at it and thought about it.

The blue-clothed old man was Jia Shifu, the head of the Four Elephants Sect, and the man with the hat seemed to be there that day, and was standing behind Jia Shifu.

As for the middle-aged man with the sword, An Jing didn't have the slightest impression, but his body was full of charisma, and he was a swordsman of the fifth realm.

"It looks like they are discussing something big?"

An Jing's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but look at the man with the hat, and thought to himself, "This man is sneaky, isn't he a master of the magic sect?"

PS: There will still be daily routines in the future. The climax is also brewing step by step. The foreshadowing and the line were buried before, and now it must be closed slowly. The pace is slow in the front and the pace is fast in the back, won't it collapse? Some people may think it's watery, but the rhythm must be consistent, there are about fifty chapters left.

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