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Chapter 190

Yan Xinxuan.

In the garden, Elder Huang was picking fruit under a short tree.

The yellow-to-green fruit hangs on the branches, and she can pick it with a little tiptoe.The picked fruit is put into a basket.

"I'm back, are you tired?"

Jing Yingrong shook her head and said, "Not tired."

Elder Huang looked back at her with a smile: "It's not your physical body."

Jing Yingrong's expression was as calm as water: "I'm not tired at all."

"That's good."

Elder Huang went to pick a bigger fruit while talking.The fruit was hanging a bit high, and she was still an inch away when she stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand.

Of course, this is not a problem for a monk.

But Jing Yingrong helped her take it off without tiptoeing.

Elder Huang took the fruit and said: "This is the yellow cage fruit I planted 20 years ago. I should have asked you to taste it, but it is not ripe yet, so sour. I used them to make a kind of Sauce, when it’s ready, I’ll give you a jar.”

Jing Yingrong: "Okay."

Elder Huang stared at her carefully for a while, then said in a gentle and meaningful tone, "You said you're not tired, but I think you should take a rest."

Jing Yingrong: "Rest?"

"Go to meet friends and have some fun," Elder Huang smiled. "It's not too busy these days, and there are barely enough people. It doesn't matter if you play a little longer."

Mirror Yingrong nodded.

Elder Huang remembered something and said: "You have been in the inner sect for two years?"

Jing Yingrong thought about it for a while, and said, "Yes."

"Since that's the case, you can also go out to relax. You don't have to do missions when you go out. It's also feasible to simply play and experience, as long as you can get the permission of the designated elders. And I happen to be one of the designated elders."

After saying this, Elder Huang blinked playfully.

Jing Yingrong: "Will you give me permission?"

"Of course I will, but you have to do me a little favor."

"What are you busy with?"

Elder Huang pointed to the basket: "To make that kind of sauce, you need a main ingredient called Ganbailu. You can find some for me. I want fresh ones."

The mirror should be reflected.Suddenly, her expression moved slightly, and she made a grasping motion with her palm, and after spreading it out, a small cluster of pitch-black flames burned in her palm.

It was Yin Xueze who was looking for her.

……

In Lanwu Ridge under the Doukuang Sect, a certain mountainside in the middle was hollowed out and turned into a secret lair.

This is the entrance of the Qingtang among the four halls of Huang, Chi, Qing, and Hei under the Luowangmeng. exist.

However, the surrounding area of ​​Qingtangtangkou, which was hidden and mysterious in the past, is now full of screams and killings, and it is only a matter of time before the location is completely exposed.

In the belly of the mountain, the meeting hall.

Several leaders of the Qingtang, headed by the hall master, all gathered here to discuss the next step.

"The Wufeng Sword faction is still reinforcing, we can only withdraw now!"

"Let's withdraw at this level, I'm afraid it will annoy the head of the family, so hold on for a while."

"I'm afraid that there will be no chance to withdraw when it is too late, and I will follow the footsteps of Chitang for nothing!"

"The Chitang has been destroyed, the only plan for now is to join the Heitang and Huangtang first, and then make plans."

Several people were arguing, and suddenly a figure ran in in a panic.

"It's bad, it's bad! People from the Wufeng Sword Sect have, already discovered this place, and they're about to break in from the main entrance! The subordinates are incompetent and powerless to resist, please evacuate as soon as possible!"

The man's clothes were stained with blood, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth when he spoke, obviously he was seriously injured.

"So fast?!"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, all shocked.

The hall master said decisively: "Go outside quickly to check the situation, find a suitable direction to break out, and I will come later."

"As ordered!"

Those people left quickly.The hall master was about to put away some valuables, when he passed by the person who reported the news, he felt a little strange for no reason, and couldn't help but pause.

He frowned and looked at the man who was half kneeling on the ground in exhaustion, and his eyes gradually hit the blood-stained face of the other party.

"...Whose subordinate are you? I don't think I've seen you before."

The man said weakly: "Master, I am, I am Qian Changhao's subordinate, when you met him last time in Chaizhou, I just joined the League, so I am not qualified to meet you."

The hall master he mentioned had an impression, and he had indeed seen it in Chaizhou. Not many people knew about it, so he immediately dispelled his doubts and continued to go out.

The moment the hall master completely turned his back on that person, the figure of that person suddenly disappeared.

The hall master only felt a ray of cold air approaching his neck, and his cultivation base in the Nascent Soul stage suddenly exploded, and the invisible but qualitative wind surrounded his body like a spiral sawtooth.

"Who!"

As soon as he yelled this word, he felt a chill down his neck.

A sharp machete was resting on his neck, before the blade really touched the skin, the sharp edge had already cut a line of blood on it.

The hall master smelled the smell of blood, and what made him even more astonished was that the person restraining him from behind was actually only Jindan.

The spiral-toothed wind blade he released shoveled out a big hole in the ground, but it didn't have any effect on the man. He couldn't see the man's appearance, but he knew he had been tricked.

The powerful spiritual consciousness condensed into a sharp needle, and ruthlessly pointed at the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, but the opponent had already prepared for it, and the needle of spiritual consciousness encountered a barrier, it should be some kind of treasure to protect the sea of ​​consciousness.

The attack failed again and again, and through the purity of the spiritual power used by the opponent to imprison him, the hall master realized that he had encountered a hard problem this time.

Before he asked the question, the other party said: "Don't panic, I'm not from the Wufeng Sword Sect. I made this plan just to ask you a few questions. If you answer me honestly, I won't do anything to you. However, if If you have the slightest intention of resisting, my knife will not be obedient."

The hall master forced himself to be calm and said, "What do you want to know?"

The other party replied: "I heard that there is a number one person in your Luo Wangmeng, named Ke Changlin, who has transformed into a god, and his whereabouts are secretive, moody, is it true?"

The hall master was surprised: "How do you know... huh!"

The blade instantly cut into his flesh and blood, gurgling blood flowed down his neck, and a cold light invaded his meridians, muscles and bones, making the movement of spiritual power stagnant.

The other party's voice was cold: "That person's name is Ke Changmiao, not Ke Changlin, and his cultivation is not transformation of gods, but return to the void. I learned a lot in your Chitang, so you'd better think about it before you lie. You this time Lie, I will take half your life, and once again, I will take the other half."

Feeling the killing intent piercing the bone marrow, the hall master finally gave up and told all the relevant information about Ke Changmiao.

The other party asked a few more questions, and he answered them all.At the same time, he probably guessed a little reason from the other party's question.

"Are you Ke Changmiao's enemy? He is brutal and bloodthirsty. He loves to kill mortals without cultivation, but he is also good at hiding. If you want to seek revenge from him, I have a way to help you."

The hall master rolled his eyeballs and said.

The man seemed to smile, and said: "You can sit in this position because you have killed many innocent people, right?"

The hall master was taken aback, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

He stared hard, ignoring the half of his neck that was almost cut off, and mobilized his spiritual power to try to die with the other party.

But it's too late.

The moment the scimitar slashed across, the light of the blade rushed into his torso and head, destroying all vitality.

His head flew high and fell to the ground, rolling a few times.

He still refused to rest in peace, his pale lips opened and closed:
"You... you didn't believe what you said..."

Huo Xiumao put away the Gouli knife, looked into the other's dimmed eyes, and smiled brightly and righteously:

"I only speak faith to people, you are not worthy."

(End of this chapter)