When Mo Lingquan returned to the inn's room, the eastern sky faintly glowed with a touch of fish's belly white. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After inquiring in the middle of the night, Mo Lingquan did not get much useful information, which made him quite helpless.

However, it was not all without gains, at least Mo Lingquan was sure that the Yin Yang Holy Sect was not monolithic in his body. At the very least, there is an irreconcilable contradiction between Thales, the Deadwood King, and the Red Wolf Park, the Flame King.

In the early morning, the streets of Simba Town are still a little deserted, the faint fragrance of flowers, and the sound of birdsong one after another, giving Mo Lingquan a different feeling.

On the cold streets, except for the aborigines who do business here, few people in the rivers and lakes are willing to come out to hang out during this time period.

Mo Lingquan didn't bother to go out again, took out the food that Wu Bingyue had prepared for him last time, brewed a pot of tea, and ate two large pieces of dried meat with the tea.

It's not that he doesn't want to drink, it's that he doesn't want to make a fuss at this extraordinary moment.

Opening the window, the morning sun shone on his body, and a touch of warmth flashed in his heart, whether she was okay in Wushuang City.

At this moment, Mo Lingquan suddenly felt funny, obviously thinking about it irrepressibly, but he didn't dare to contact the other party.

Silently looking at the east of the town, where was the headquarters of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect, and where he wanted to go tonight.

"Brother Ling Quan, are you okay?"

Mo Lingquan didn't know how long he had been standing, and it wasn't until the soft voice of Yue Qingdai came through his mind that he woke up.

"Qing Dai... Is this a dream?"

A comfortable smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lingquan's mouth.

"I really don't understand you, you obviously think about it, but you don't contact each other..."

Taixu's slightly disdainful voice came into the ears of Mo Lingquan and Yue Qingdai respectively.

"Brother Ling Quan..."

Being so troubled by Taixu, Yue Qingdai's pretty face suddenly turned red with shame, and she said shyly.

"I'm in... How are you doing?"

The poor one was too vain, and he helped the two get in touch with each other, but was ignored by the two gorgeously.

"Well, every day except meditating, I just miss you..."

Yue Qingdai's head was lowered, and she didn't know how to say it. At this time, she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to hide in.

"Me too... When these things have passed, it is good for you and me to wander the world together? What do we have to do with these world affairs and the affairs of the rivers and lakes? ”

Mo Lingquan's emotions suddenly became excited.

"Brother Ling Quan..."

Yue Qingdai felt that her eyes were sour, and tears couldn't help but drip down.

"I'm in..."

Yue Qingdai's sudden affectionate call made Mo Lingquan's heart lake ripple, and his state of mind was completely absent at this moment.

"I'm sorry... It's Qing Dai who has lost you..."

Yue Qingdai couldn't cry at this time, her voice was extremely low, so low that Mo Lingquan could barely hear it.

"Fool... What do you say? You have to give me a good job, and when I go back and marry you, without you, all this is meaningless. Wait for me..."

Mo Lingquan didn't know how to end the call, a tear fell, splashing a crystal tear.

"Whew..."

Taking a long breath, the moon turned, he quickly calmed down, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Sitting cross-legged, Xuanyi Gang Qi and Taixu Gang Qi slowly moved up with their respective practice routes. The power of the dragon tendon and tiger bone is still slowly refining the body, and without the assistance of ambergris, it is difficult to go to the sky in a day.

When night fell, today's night was beautiful, and the misty moonlight sprinkled down, covering everything with a faint silver veil.

"Hey..."

Slowly finishing his efforts and standing up, Mo Lingquan had already adjusted his state to the best.

The white robe on his body slowly faded, turning into a light silver-gray color.

With a light step, Mo Lingquan left this room without any thoughts, he didn't plan to return here, after tonight, he would change another identity to wander in Nanyang.

Yunlonggang swirled, and "Yunlong Nine Appearances" was used by him to the extreme, and his figure appeared like a ghost in the hazy night.

Along the way, with the assistance of the subtle perception of the moon wheel, he easily dodged one after another bright posts and dark posts.

The headquarters of the Yin Yang Holy Sect, which was extremely difficult for outsiders to sneak into, was like entering a no-man's land in Mo Lingquan's eyes.

Evading a group of patrolling Yin Yang Saint disciples, Mo Lingquan appeared outside the main hall of the Yin Yang Holy Sect.

This way to get here made Mo Lingquan puzzled, the Yin Yang Holy Sect seemed to be heavily guarded, but in fact, it was not loose on the outside. There was even only one Void Realm master guarding one of the headquarters.

If it is compared to the ordinary Jianghu sect, there is naturally nothing, but the Yin Yang Holy Sect is the largest Jianghu force in the Tiantai Kingdom, which is extremely abnormal.

You must know that in the foothold of Simba Town, there is a Dharma King and several Void Realm masters sitting in the town.

Strong on the outside and dry in the middle, this is Mo Lingquan's first image of the headquarters of the Yin Yang Holy Sect.

Could it be that everyone sent out to arrest the murderer of the Holy Maiden? This thought flashed through Mo Lingquan's mind, but he was immediately overturned.

Even so, it is impossible to make such a big move, after all, the headquarters is the foundation of a party's power.

Although he didn't know what tricks the Yin Yang Holy Sect was playing, and he had the perception of the moon wheel to defend himself, Mo Lingquan was not afraid to be surrounded by others.

As the so-called art masters are bold, shuttling between the pavilions and pavilions of the Yin Yang Holy Sect, although Mo Lingquan has already changed from acquired breath to innate breath when he entered, he still felt an inexplicable killing intent surging into his heart.

Whenever he saw a patrolling guard walk by, he felt the urge to do something.

The moon wheel exuded a soft silver glow, and whenever Mo Lingquan's heart lake fluctuated, it was forcibly suppressed.

At this time, Mo Lingquan admired Jun Qianyu's concentration very much, and he was able to endure it until he saw the holy maiden before he was confused by this fragrance. If it weren't for the moon wheel to stabilize his mind, he would have gone on a killing spree a long time ago.

He didn't know that since Jun Qianyu broke into the headquarters of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect and successfully assassinated the Holy Maiden, this bewildering fragrance had been strengthened more than ten times.

Suddenly, Mo Lingquan paused, and he found that the only place where the Void Realm master was sitting was the most heavily guarded, which caught his attention.

Approaching cautiously, the closer you get to this attic, the more strict the guards of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect become.

Mo Lingquan walked around the attic and didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

Could it be that this Void Realm master is particularly afraid of death...

For this sudden thought, Mo Lingquan scoffed, without a moment of courage and fearlessness, a firm martial arts heart, it was impossible to break through to the Void Realm.

Just when Mo Lingquan saw an opportunity to rush into the attic, his brows suddenly furrowed, and the other party actually used the domain to envelop the entire attic.