Seeing the iron-clad man, crying like a child, Daoist Qiu wet his eyes on the side.

Qing'er's soul has been imprisoned for a long time, lacking yin qi nourishment, and the soul body is extremely weak, in order to protect the three souls of heaven, earth and man, he has closed the sensory connection with the outside world by himself, and he will need Zhang San to take care of it for a long time in the future, and waking up is not a problem.

Zhang San put away Qing'er's soul, but when he went to see Meng Fan, he had a good amount of wine, he only drank a few glasses, and he talked a lot, but then he took Meng Fan's hand again, and he was choked up and couldn't speak.

Meng Fan wanted to leave him in Huyang for a few days, but he said that he would help Meng Fan inquire about the Qinglong meteorology, and insisted on going back.

Meng Fan couldn't resist him, so he had to send a few disciples with good cultivation and sent him back to Huyang City overnight.

After Daoist Qiu left the dungeon in chapter three, he released all the dead souls, burned the entire dungeon to the ground, and burned it clean.

Looking at the dungeon in the fire, Daoist Qiu muttered: "The past is clean, and a new situation is coming." ”

After the banquet on Huyangguan Square dispersed, the ghost driver quietly drove the ghost car to Huyang City, planning to sneak a peek at his daughter Lin Jing.

The next day, the sun was shining, and the villagers left first, while the ghosts stayed for two more days in the support of their disciples, and received some charms that were beneficial to the soul body, and also learned some small life-saving techniques, and then quietly descended the mountain at nightfall.

Daoist Qiu also took Ye Xiaoxiang to Meng Fan's residence on this night, intending to discuss a few important things, to their surprise, Meng Fan didn't know when he had left, leaving only two notes, one for Ye Xiaoxiang and one for Daoist Qiu.

"Meng Fan ......"

After Ye Xiaoxiang took her note and read it, she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, and the note told her to devote herself to studying the secret art of the four spirits, and not to worry about the matter of the Tiger Phoenix Spirit Seal, because he had already preserved the Tiger Phoenix Spirit Seal, and the destruction of the Tiger Phoenix Spirit Seal was to leave room for the development of the Tiger Phoenix Palace, so as not to be innocent and guilty.

After reading his note, Daoist Qiu was also stunned for a moment, but then his eyebrows stretched out, and he arched his hand towards Ye Xiaoxiang, and said in a respectful voice: "Miss Ye, Qiu Laodao wants to call you respectfully...... The palace master is gone!"

Ye Xiaoxiang was shocked when he heard this, regardless of whether Daoist Qiu agreed or not, he grabbed Daoist Qiu's note and read it a few times, and became short of breath.

There were a few words written on the note, Fengyi Ye Xiaoxiang was elected to become the palace master of the Tiger Phoenix Palace, inheriting the will of the ancestors, and carrying forward the palace master.

In addition, it is also written that the funeral ceremony will be held for the Lord of Moguan, the establishment of the Tiger and Phoenix Palace will be announced on a certain day, and the matter of taking care of several people in the Seven Spirits Group will be held.

"The most suitable person for this palace master is him!"

Ye Xiaoxiang's delicate body trembled, Meng Fan had done so many things for the tiger and phoenix, he actually said that he would leave, and he walked so chicly, it was so unkind!

Qiu Laodao squinted his eyes and smiled: "Brother Meng is ambitious, this small place is not the place where he will die after all, in the future, I am afraid that it will be lively......"

Ye Xiaoxiang flattened her soft red lips, and muttered hatefully in her heart: "Hmph, Meng Fan, you are afraid of trouble, and you escaped, and the next time I see you, I will definitely ...... I must tie you to my bed, feed you a lot of flower poison, make you unable to get out of bed, and become my cultivation furnace! Let you run, let you run!"

Thinking of the scenes he experienced with Meng Fan in his boudoir, as if he still had his body temperature on his body, Ye Xiaoxiang turned around and covered his chest, with a flush on his face.

And Meng Fan, who was sneaking in the night, suddenly sneezed for no reason: "Who scolded me?"

Throwing away the big burden of the Tiger Phoenix Palace, Meng Fan was a little gloating, in his opinion, being the palace master is simply an extremely disgusting thing, he still likes the life of idle clouds and wild cranes, and he still has more important things to do, he needs to go to Zhang San as soon as possible, the matter of rescuing Xiaoxi must not be abandoned halfway, even if the palace master has a maid and palace maid waiting for him every day, he is not happy.

In addition, in his opinion, the Tiger Phoenix Palace, the palace master, you have to let a woman be, otherwise a big man calls himself the palace master, what a mother!

Meng Fan secretly followed the group of ghosts down the mountain, and this group of ghosts did not have a ghost driver to send them, and Meng Fan couldn't let go.

In the past two days, he got some news, because of the Huyang Mountain incident, many cultivators of unknown origin appeared in the scope of Huyang City, including Huyang Mountain, and they didn't know what to do, and the target of this group of ghosts was too big, the ghosts were monstrous, and it was easy to attract people's attention, and it was very dangerous to have no one to escort him, so he became a ghost messenger by the way.

As a result, as he expected, the group of ghosts was really in trouble.

In the night, a group of ghosts bustled forward, discussing their heroic performance in Huyang Mountain, from time to time there was loud laughter, and by the way, he also laughed and scolded the ghost driver for not being righteous, and left them alone in Huyang Temple, if you look at your daughter, you can also take them there, but how can they guess the ghost driver's mind, he doesn't want his daughter to contact the ghost again.

Even he himself didn't want to get close to his daughter, he just wanted to take a sneak peek.

But as they walked, the group of ghosts stopped, looked at them as if they were facing a great enemy, and their faces became gloomy.

A white-looking man stood in front of them and slowly drew out a long sword with a good texture!

After Ouyang Yunyi was ordered by his master to go down the mountain, he ran all the way, and finally entered the range of Huyang Mountain, for him, as long as he didn't run into the nemesis Meng Fan, he could act arrogantly on this trip, after he retreated, he did not hesitate to swallow a large amount of pills, and rushed his cultivation to the middle of the tenth level of condensation, and it was okay for such a cultivation to walk sideways here.

As for Mengniuba's killing of Dixuan, he didn't pay attention to it, he learned that there were about six or seven hundred disciples of Hufeng at that time, and they also formed a formation, Mengniuba could kill Dixuan, it should be taking advantage of the large number of people, if he was given so many people, let alone one or two Dixuan, even if it was four or five, he could exhaust the other party, and then kill the other party like chopping melons and vegetables!

However, when the ambitious Ouyang Yunyi approached Huyang Mountain, a very strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, and he was a little restless, that feeling was like when he met Meng Fan, as if his natural good luck had been suppressed, which made him wonder, and then, he walked cautiously all the way, for fear of hitting a ghost on the night road, but he saw a ghost!

A group of ghosts walked in the night, mighty and unscrupulous.

"When did the ghosts become so arrogant, they are simply looking for death!" Ouyang Yunyi flew in front of the group of ghosts, slowly drew his long sword, and looked proud, "Stop for Lao Tzu, don't think about leaving tonight ......"