Away from the Fire City Lord's Mansion, in a secret room. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dim lights flickered softly, as if they would go out at any moment.

At the front of the chamber was a low bookcase, and a man of about fifties was holding a brush in his hand, reading something.

Suddenly, he stopped, and didn't look up, as if talking to himself, "You're not mistaken, are you?" ”

His voice was deep and loud, but for some reason, it sounded in this empty secret room, but it was a little eerie.

Deacon Luo, who was standing not far away, immediately replied, "It can't be wrong. That face, almost identical......"

The man was silent for a long time, as if he had thought of something, but he didn't say what he thought in his heart, but just sighed and asked Deacon Luo, "What do you think?" ”

"I suspect that she is the daughter of Luo Feng and Qing'er. Fourteen years ago, Luo Feng fled with his daughter, and when he finally caught up, his daughter was missing, and he had been looking for so many years and had not heard from him. I can't think of ......," Deacon Luo did not continue.

The man snorted, and what Deacon Luo said was exactly what he thought.

The hand holding the brush moved again, bowing his head and writing quickly.

"In that case, the investigation is up to you. Be sure to investigate thoroughly. "That's human.

Deacon Luo replied and said, "Leave it to me, I have sent someone to monitor their movements." ”

"Well done. It is important to keep the matter confidential until it is investigated. The man admonished.

"Understood." Deacon Luo said.

After Deacon Luo's words fell, the man waved his hand, and Deacon Luo respectfully retreated.

A long time after Deacon Luo left, the man put down the brush in his hand, laughed loudly, and said to himself: "Luo Feng, Luo Feng, if she is really your daughter, what are you going to do......

The sound of laughter echoed in the chamber for a long time, desolate and cold.

……

After the rain, the sky looks unusually clear and clear.

The moist and fresh air is refreshing.

Qing Luo stood in front of the window all night, and Yang Qian also accompanied him all night.

Although there were no words all night, Yang Qian could imagine the pain and hesitation in Qingluo's heart.

At this moment, Qingluo's body suddenly shook and fell directly to the ground.

Yang Qian was shocked and caught Qingluo. At this time, Yang Qian found that Qingluo's face was pale and sickly. In a panic, Yang Qian's palm was attached to Qingluo's forehead, and suddenly a hot breath came from his hand.

"Why is it so hot?" Yang Qian's complexion changed.

Qingluo is having a high fever!

People who cultivate martial arts rarely get sick, and Qingluo has a lot of worries recently, plus last night's heavy rain, and the humidity was quite heavy, so Qingluo fell ill.

Yang Qian carefully picked up the unconscious Qingluo, gently laid him flat on the bed, pulled the quilt open, and covered it.

"Don't, don't kill my mother......"

"Let go of my daddy......"

Qingluo, who had a high fever, muttered nonsense, and Yang Qian frowned when he heard it, and he felt distressed for a while.

His fingers rested on Qing Luo's wrist, and a gentle spiritual power was injected into Qing Luo's body. With the input of spiritual power, Qing Luo's pale face turned a little ruddy, and he stopped talking nonsense.

The breathing became even, and he seemed to fall asleep.

"I didn't expect that leaving Fire City would arouse so much of your thoughts......" Yang Qian looked at the sleeping Qingluo for a long time before quietly leaving.

Yang Qian asked Ling Feiyan to come in to take care of Qingluo, while he himself went to the medicine village to grab medicine.

Along the way, Yang Qian was thinking about Qingluo's affairs, and the back of Deacon Naluo leaving in a hurry kept coming to his mind, and Yang Qian suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Is something going to happen?

Yang Qian didn't know, but he couldn't help but speed up his pace and quickly went to the nearest medicine house.

……

The three days have passed in a hurry, and the refining competition has arrived.

In the past three days, the group has been cultivating most of the time. Qing Luo's mood also calmed down a little.

On this day, Yang Qian and his party went to the Refining Sect early.

When Yang Qian's six people arrived, the Sun Fang rose from the eastern sky, but the Refining Sect was already crowded.

Looking at it from a distance, the black pressure was overwhelming, and Yang Qian roughly estimated in his heart that there were tens of thousands of people.

The voices of the people are noisy and lively.

It seems that the attraction of the Lianqi Sect Refining Contest is indeed not small.

Among the tens of thousands of people, there were many visitors, but many more were refiners.

The refiners were all extremely proud, as if they were going to be superior to others, and they did not squint and strutted with their heads held high.

Yang Qian and his party followed the flow of people, and soon a large building in the shape of a refining furnace appeared in front of them.

That's the venue of this refining competition!

The Dinglu building is more than 20 meters high. It is circular, with a diameter of 1,000 meters, covering an extremely wide area and magnificent!

There are 10 entrances and exits to the venue, and there are two long queues at each entrance.

One long line is for the refiners to enter in an orderly manner, while the other is for spectators. Visitors must purchase an admission ticket to enter.

Yang Qian and his party chose an entrance at random, Yang Qian was in the first line of refiners, and Qing Luo and the others were in the first line of the audience.

The alchemist team entered the arena faster than the spectator queue because there was no cumbersome procedure. Following the team, Yang Qian soon arrived at the entrance of the venue.

The refiner in front of him did not pass any verification, so the disciple in charge issued the refiner a number, and then entered smoothly.

Two days ago, Yang Qian had consulted whether the refiner needed to register to participate in the refining competition, but the strange thing was that the answer he got was no, and he could participate in the competition directly.

Later, Yang Qian thought about it, it is estimated that there are more people participating in the competition, so the competition should initially be held in the form of auditions. So Yang Qian didn't care so much.

After the disciples in front of him walked together, Yang Qian also followed.

However, at this time, the disciple in charge stretched out his hand to stop Yang Qian, and said with a lofty look: "The audience line is over there, and the queue is wrong." ”

"Next!" Without waiting for Yang Qian to speak, the disciple in charge directly beckoned the next refiner to step forward.

Yang Qian frowned and said, "I'm here to compete." ”

The disciple in charge didn't want to deal with Yang Qian anymore, so when he heard this, his eyes swept around Yang Qian's body, and finally stopped at Yang Qian's cuffs, and said with disdain: "Just you, also come to participate in the competition?" Come on, every year there are people like you who want to get into the venue for free! ”

Yang Qian was speechless for a while.

Feelings themselves were regarded as fare evaders?

"I'm really participating in the refining competition." Yang Qian solemnly explained.

"Go aside!" The disciple in charge also turned cold. He had never seen such a dead-faced person, "If you don't leave, I'm going to have someone forcibly take you away!" ”

Because Yang Qian and the disciple in charge had such an argument, the speed at which the refiner entered slowed down.

Those refiners were all arrogant guys who were impatient, and after noticing the situation ahead, they scolded Yang Qianlai.

"Idiot, get out!" A refiner who was two people away from Yang Qian said with disdain.

The arrogance and disdain in the words are obvious.

When Yang Qian heard this, his face turned cold, his eyes stared at the person who spoke like a knife, and he said coldly: "You say it again?" ”

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