Wen Yiming was in a hurry to rush the portal back to the northern frontier, and as soon as he took two steps, he saw Dongfang Zhiyu and others chasing after him, and nodded in thanks, with different expressions.

The deep thought in Liang Han's eyes seemed to be trying to recall where the person in front of him had seen, but he couldn't remember it.

Dongfang Zhiyu and Ai Xi have always been thoughtful, only Wen Xiangtong's eyes are sincere, except for the shock that has not yet dissipated, it is very pure to thank.

"Thank you for your help, your kindness has been understood, we are used to freedom and will not go to the Shenzhou military industry. ”

Dongfang Zhiyu hugged her fists, her tone was tepid, and she couldn't hear a trace of gratitude at all, but seemed to be showing her arrogance.

Wen Yiming could hear the disgust she felt from her heart when she mentioned 'Shenzhou Military Industry', and she understood it just by thinking about him.

He knew about the closure of the mountain in the Dust Valley, and he couldn't spare time because he had been running around, otherwise he would have rushed to the south to help.

Chuangyi Pavilion was tired because of himself, but he was basically in a clear conscience, and he didn't feel strange that Dongfang Zhiyu's character had such a move.

Wen Yiming didn't know how to arrange a few people, so Wu Panminlian moved lightly, and arched his hand towards Dongfang Zhiyu and the others: "Are you from the Southern Creative Art Pavilion? ”

"Dongfang Zhiyu!"

Wen Yiming shook his head secretly, this ice chick is still like this, acquiescing to her own sect, and by the way, she has a self-registration number, as if everyone in the world owes her Lingjing.

Wu Panmin nodded and said, "Wu Panmin in the Lower Dongsen Creative Art Pavilion, it is better to follow me to the Creative Arts Pavilion for the time being, and then make arrangements later." ”

Dongfang Zhiyu's already cold face, the temperature dropped again, and she said indifferently: "No need." ”

This reply, as Wen Yiming expected, Dongsen and the two major creative art pavilions in the south had already had a grudge and looked at each other, and he knew about it.

He was thinking about how to arrange a few people, and suddenly he couldn't help but move his ears, hugged his fists and smiled: "I have a lot of connections with the Creative Arts Pavilion below, and there is an inn in front of me, so it's better to sit down!"

He heard Wu Panmin's voice in the aura of boundary power, and said to Dongfang Zhiyu: You have a friend named Fifth Qiu Wan, who mentioned you, she is very safe now, and your old pavilion master is also in our Art Pavilion without regrets.

This news was very important to him, and he also saw Dongfang Zhiyu's intentional expression, so he wanted to delay a little more time to see if he could inquire about some news.

Wu Panmin glanced at Wen Yiming a little strangely, this person's attitude suddenly changed greatly, and he was the same as the two of them just now.

Dongfang Zhiyu was already a little curious about Wen Yiming's identity in her heart, and at this time, Wen Xiangtong and Ai Xi both looked at her with expectant eyes, hoping that she would not lose her manners because the person in front of her was a person from the Shenzhou military industry, after all, people were kind enough to help each other.

Dongfang Zhiyu nodded, and took the lead in walking towards the inn in the town, Wen Yiming saw that Wu Panmin was a little overwhelmed in place, and smiled with a smile: "Miss Wu, please!"

The warm and gentle smile made Wu Panmin snort for no reason, and secretly slandered himself, this person has a somewhat split personality.

Wen Yiming naturally didn't know that he was secretly slandered, and sent a message to Cui Lang, telling him that he had something to discuss, and there was no need to come over to report it after dealing with it.

Feng Qiuxue brushed away a strand of white hair that covered her vision, and looked at the back of Wen Yiming leaving, all her thoughts.

There is no image of Wen Yiming's current appearance in the Heavenly Machine Tower, although she can see through the true face under his disguise, but she knows very well that she doesn't know this person, but she has definitely seen that look somewhere.

Xiong Yang's group of loose cultivators were caught by the heavy armored cavalry in desperation, and they enjoyed some high-level treatment.

And when Xiong Rong repeatedly admitted his mistake and asked for forgiveness, he saw Cui Lang take out the shackles of Suoyuan and signal the heavy cavalry to step forward, he did not give up resistance, and violently broke out.

Feng Qiuxue flashed through his thoughts in an instant: Should I help?

Xiong Rong is a seventh-layer cultivator of the Martial King, and the two of the Dragon Soul have just entered the Martial King, although it is rumored that the Dragon Soul has a brilliant record and its combat power is amazing, she doesn't think that such martial arts cultivators as Zhao Xin abound.

But this is an internal matter of natural disasters, and if she interferes with many things, it is easy for people to gossip.

She Danhui has had a lot of dealings with the Shenzhou military industry year by year, and she can be regarded as a like-minded ally in exchanges and learning, and she does not dare to be rash.

Just in her electric thoughts, the yellow card in Cui Lang's hand was released, and with a ding, Xiong Rong, who suddenly burst out, was frozen in place.

Yellow card for killing, absolute control!

Almost as soon as the yellow card flashed, three Demise Poker followed, each spinning at high speed with a chilling infiltrating killing intent, dragging out the icy air current.

At the same time, Xiong Rong was in horror, and a huge stick shadow above his head slashed down.

"Stick will!"

Feng Qiuxue and a group of Dan masters behind him who had heads and faces in Dongsen shouted in unison.

'Poof!'

Xiong Rong didn't snort, and was hit hard by the first stick in absolute control, and his flesh and blood were splashed on the spot, and he fell in a pool of blood without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Take it away!"

Several diamond blades with strange patterns snapped back into Cui Lang's hands with Sen Han's killing intent, and a low voice came out.

Everyone, including Feng Qiuxue, was extremely shocked, this was the first appearance of the dragon soul in Dongsen, and it was also the first time to make a move, and its fierce combat power was no different from the rumors.

In the later stage of the veteran Martial King, he was killed on the spot by the two Martial Kings in the early stage, and the dragon soul came out of it to pay back.

For a while, countless scattered cultivators watched the dragon soul lead the heavy armored cavalry to close the team, and the awe and admiration in their eyes could not be concealed.

As the name suggests, it is the current scene.

It's better to be famous than to meet, countless people feel it in their hearts.

Watching a few wooden spirit shuttles rise into the air and walk away, everyone raised their eyes and looked up.

In the room of the inn, Dongfang Zhiyu and the others opposite Wen Yiming also looked through the window with complicated eyes, watching a few wooden spirit shuttles go away.

Wen Yiming withdrew his gaze from the window, and swept around in a straight line, shrinking the aura of the boundary force to cover the room, so as not to have ears on the partition wall.

After confirming that everything was safe, he looked at Wu Panmin for the first time.

This is a beautiful woman with a woman's demeanor in every move, the heroism between her eyebrows is not inferior to that of a man, but not inferior to the appearance of Dongfang Zhiyu, there is no strong atmosphere of the female man Deng Aowei, nor is there the inviolable arrogance of Dongfang Zhiyu.

Wen Yiming had a sentence in his heart: The eyebrows are picturesque, but they are not the paintings of Zizhu Meilan, but the pictures of mountains and rivers.

"Miss Wu, how is the fifth autumn girl?"

He did not shy away from saying bluntly, it is not an exaggeration to ask this as a person in a natural disaster, such as today, everyone knows that the fifth autumn crossbow has a relationship with natural disasters.

Wu Panmin saw that Dongfang Zhiyu and the others all showed inquiring looks, but he didn't expect Wen Yiming to eavesdrop on her transmission, because he had reported himself to the sect.

She was silent, and Wen Yiming and the others didn't bother again, just waited quietly.

Wu Panmin's age is similar to Dongfang Zhiyu, but his cultivation is in the late stage of the Martial Sect, which shows that he is a top genius in the sect, and he should know the news in this regard.

But when it comes to the sect, it is normal for her to think deeply and not speak lightly.

After a long time, she looked at Wen Yiming and lightly opened her lips: "Natural disasters hate the Creation Art Pavilion, I understand it very well." ”

His tone paused for a moment, staring at Wen Yiming almost like a forced gaze, and said, "I want to know your identity in the natural disaster and whether you are qualified to know the news about her." ”

(End of chapter)