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Xifeng Town is a small town in the south of Luoxing Town, every first day, seventh day, fifteenth day, the town will be lively, today is the seventh day of the new year, the town's market, is lively. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dressed in a white shirt, with long silver hair on his temples and a handsome face, he walked in the bazaar, but attracted many girls to stop and talk shyly, and a shorter figure next to him was dressed plainly, a pair of animal skin boots, a burlap shirt, and a somewhat dark complexion, compared with the handsome man next to him, but it was easier to attract people to talk about it.

"Brother Wan, it's really lively here!" Ye Feng said with some novelty in the crowd that was almost comparable, as if he had rarely seen such a scene.

"Xiao Feng, haven't you been here before?" Wan Qing didn't know when he took out a paper fan and played with it in his hand.

"Well, I used to only come to sell some herbs and reishi mushrooms and the like in the big market occasionally, and I haven't played much yet." Ye Feng looked at the crowd and replied thoughtfully.

A boy about four or five years old was holding a paper windmill in his hand, running in the direction of Ye Feng, squeezing through the crowd, but he didn't pay much attention to the corner of a stone slab under his feet, he tripped over it, and fell straight towards Ye Feng. Seeing this, Ye Feng immediately helped him over, he squatted down and looked at the boy, but found that the boy was not surprised, but looked at Ye Feng with a pair of big eyes blinking, Ye Feng helped him pick up the windmill that fell on the ground, and when the boy saw the windmill, he smiled happily and shook the windmill and laughed.

"Childe, Childe." Two people dressed in blue cloth and rough clothes squeezed through the crowd, came to Ye Feng, saw him holding the boy, and shouted without asking anything, "Who are you?" Don't let go of our son-in-law yet. ”

"Hey, little brother, you're mistaken. It was the child who almost fell, and he held on to the child so that he didn't fall. Wan Qing held the paper fan and patted the handle of the fan from time to time.

These two subordinates took the child, but they glanced at Ye Feng and Wan Qing a few times with a somewhat unpleasant face, and muttered in their mouths: "You have to be optimistic about the son, otherwise it will be over if you are taken away by those wicked people." ”

Ye Feng's face was quite embarrassed, he felt disgusted when he was a good person and was not thanked, so he could only shake his head slightly and smile bitterly.

Wan Qing raised his eyebrows, and when he noticed the strange expressions of the two subordinates, he thought for a while, and stopped them: "Little brother, stay for the time being." ”

When one of them turned around, Wan Qingyi asked again, "Huh? You just said the wicked, this place is lively and peaceful, where are the wicked people? ”

A subordinate lifted the brim of his hat, looked at Wan Qingyi, paused for a while and said: "You don't seem to come here often, I don't know if you don't know, let me tell you, in the past month or two, there have suddenly appeared evil people in our town who have abducted children, and they have also picked the children of rich and noble families under the age of six, and there have been five or six children who have disappeared like this." ”

The subordinate also glanced into the crowd from time to time as he spoke, as if searching for something, and then approached Wan Qingyi, lowered his tone a few times, and said, "It is rumored that those wicked people like to hide in the crowd and wait for an opportunity to attack!" ”

Wan Qingyi's face suddenly changed, revealing an evil expression, and said gloomily: "Isn't it, like me?" ”

The subordinate on the side was so frightened that he shrank back, and his voice began to tremble: "You...... Are you the wicked one? ”

Wan Qing leaned back and laughed loudly: "Haha, have you ever seen a villain who says he is a wicked person like me?" ”

The man looked stunned and speechless.

Ye Feng was also amused by Wan Qingyi's joke, and the faces of the two subordinates opposite made him laugh even more.

"Ahem......" Wan Qing fixed his body and put on a very serious look.

"You...... Who the hell are you? This time the man protected the little boy beside him, and the expression of surprise and disgust on his face blended together.

"Declare, I'm not a bad person, by the way, I don't think there is absolutely good or bad in this world, one thing, the more you agree, it becomes the good thing and merit that they preach in their mouths, so what if the essence of what those people think is actually not right?" Wan Qing provoked a flat smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had been thinking about this song for a long time. "But what? How can I bear to dare to make trouble right under my nose? ”

The little boy looked at Wan Qingyi blankly, blinking his eyes, and the paper windmill in his hand slowly turned.

"Brother Wan, when did this become your territory?" Ye Feng shook his head slightly, this Wan Qingyi has lived for more than a hundred years, although most of the time he is away from people and being a lonely soul, but his words are clearly trying to show off, in his eyes, this is indeed not like what a hundred years old cultivator should do.

"Xiao Feng, we who practice martial arts, even if we don't wander the world, we should be chivalrous and righteous, otherwise what's the use of us practicing martial arts, people, we always have to have some ambitions, when it comes to ambitions, you should be all there......" Wan Qingyi talked about some big truths again.

"Okay, yes, what we should do......" Ye Feng spread his hands, slightly helpless.

"I mean, what do you two talk to yourself all the time here? If you really have the ability, go to the old temple in the north of the city, where it is rumored that someone has seen a wicked person carrying a child haunting. The other subordinate seemed to be a little impatient when he heard this, and after saying this, he turned around and planned to leave, just took a step, turned back again, and said, "But I advise you, among those people, there are those who know witchcraft, think about your little life, don't have two more corpses tomorrow." ”

After finishing speaking, the two subordinates took the little boy away, but the child turned his head from time to time and looked at Ye Feng.

"Brother Wan, what do you say?"

"Even if it's a hard stubble, we're going to drip."

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In the past few days, Zhongzhou seems to have exploded, and the three major families, the Nie family, the Wang family, and the Lei family, have happened one after another, as if the world has changed overnight, and all kinds of rumors are spreading rapidly.

The Nie family and the Wang family are all changes in the position of the head of the family, and the Nie family is rumored to be the head of the family who died suddenly, and Wu Changfu took over the position of the head of the family, and the Wang family said that the eldest son poisoned the elders of the family, and the second son Wang Hou took over the position of the head of the family, but the reason is unknown. As for the Lei family, there are really very few messages that come out, but it is the monster that attacked the family, the head of the family Lei Wanting was seriously injured, and his brother Lei Wanjun died in the confrontation with the monster, which can be said to be a great injury.

These things also attracted the attention of the royal family, as the largest country in the southeast of the Tiankun Continent, it also sent some personnel to inspect, but there was no gain, for this kind of family that intersected with the cultivation source world, the royal family was reluctant to interfere too much, and it didn't take long for the matter to gradually calm down.

In the respective upper sects of these three families, that is, several major sects in the Northern Darkness Cultivation Source Realm, they all set off a lot of turmoil because of this.

The main reason is that most of their source stone supply has been cut off, and the source stone is like a strategic reserve, which can be described as a big challenge to the Northern Hell Cultivation Source Realm of the Tiankun Continent.

Northern Netherworld Cultivation Source Realm, Presbyterian Church.

In a simple and simple room, the main hall is lit with spiritual incense, bursts of pungent white smoke bypass, take a deep breath and can't help but make people feel shocked, on the side of the desk on a cyan Xuanding, a side like the ripples of the water surface of the scene rises from below, and gradually begins to become clear. Take a closer look at a person who looks like a white-haired old man, and then, the person in front of Ding flicked his sleeves again, and three other mirror images also emerged, and the appearance was mostly based on the old man, and only one was a younger middle-aged man.

The person in front of the Ding was in a red robe, and he looked very young and handsome.

"This time the elders will make a long story short, what happened in Zhongzhou some time ago, I think everyone has heard of it, what happened in the mortal realm has nothing to do with us, but those three families are the lower sects that provide source stones for Changtianmen, Qingyunmen, and Yunlan Sects, and three of the five of us here are the sect masters of the sects, about this matter, I want to see everyone's opinions." A gray-haired old man spoke first.

No one responded, and there was silence for a long time, and still no one responded.

This silence precipitates in the incense burner, like a little burning spiritual incense, turning into dust as light as a wing, and suddenly withering.

"Some of my spies in the lower sect have found that people from the poison sect are haunted in Zhongzhou, and there are quite a few of them." The Yunlan Sect Master stroked his snow-white long beard and said indifferently.

"Anything else you need to say?" Xuan Jizi, the sect leader of the Heavenly Machine Sect, who was the first to speak, then asked.

"The Poison Sect is one of the seven major sects of the Southern Underworld Cultivation Sect, and it negotiates with many sects in the Southern Underworld, and our Southern and Northern Underworld Cultivation Source Sect has always had few negotiations, if those old monsters of the Southern Underworld have any other ideas, we can't be unprepared." The man in red was none other than the Blood Sect Sect Master Chu Tianming.

"More than ten years ago, the Tianyun Sect of the Southern Darkness was attacked by the Poison Sect and the Yin Puppet Sect and divided all the resources of the sect, and now, this action is about to set off some kind of storm." Qingyun Sect Sect Master Ouyang Lie said in a heavy tone.

"I will continue to send people to investigate, and no one can take action until the matter is decided." Xuanji Zili and the late Yuan Infant Stage, although he has no intention of caring about anything else, he just wants to break through the shackles of the Yuan Infant Stage and reach the Transformation Stage, but if there is really turmoil in the Cultivation Source Realm, how can he rest assured that his sect and the entire Northern Immortal Cultivation Source Realm, his words are the most important in the Northern Immortal Cultivation Source Realm Alliance, and it is also the easiest to be accepted and convinced by other sects.

"That's it, adjournment." As soon as the Xuanjizi in the mirror image cleared his sleeves, the figure gradually disappeared after the ripples on the mirror, and then disappeared.

Chu Tianming's face was expressionless, and with the same flick of his sleeves, the cyan Xuanding in front of him shook slightly, and the mirrors on the tripod disappeared.

"Hmph." Chu Tianming snorted lightly, grabbed a high-grade fire cloud crystal, the red color in the source stone was sucked into his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into an almost transparent crystal, Chu Tianming's body trembled slightly, he slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of abundant source power flowing in his body, how enjoyable it was. He opened his eyes and looked at the nearly a hundred high-level source stones of various colors still lying quietly in the inlaid wooden box on the table, and a strange arc rose at the corner of his mouth.

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