"Whew..."

Sitting on the bed, Ji Qin exhaled quietly, and a faint thunder flashed in his open eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Picking up the new mobile phone, sending a few text messages to the parents at home, and replying to the whispers of Li Yan and others by the way, Ji Qin walked to the window, looking at the snow, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

This was the fifth day since he returned to Taizhou, and the investigation team of the Nanjiang Branch had not yet left.

Due to the involvement of the only son of a Jindan Realm monk and the young master of the Demon Alliance, the '1215 Incident' has not yet been fully determined.

Ji Qin didn't have much thought about this, just quietly recovered from his injuries.

Fortunately, in this issue of the Voice mentor showdown, it is not a big problem that he does not play. It's just that he must not be absent from next week's semifinals.

If there is no result by then, Ji Qin will have to use some special means.

He didn't have too many worries about his safety.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, Ji Qin looked at the figure outside the door, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it seemed that the day when he would regain his freedom was today.

"Brother Ji is tired, go, I'll invite you to drink."

Seeing Ji Qin behind the door, Zhang Yudong's face was full of sincere smiles, without the slightest indifference and arrogance in the eyes of outsiders.

"Okay, but you have to drink your hundred-year-old Heavenly Master brew from Dragon and Tiger Mountain."

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and Ji Qin said unceremoniously.

This junior of Longhu Mountain is quite in line with his vision.

"No problem, I'll accompany Brother Ji to get drunk."

Hearing the other party's unreasonable request, Zhang Yudong said loudly with a smile, which surprised the members of the Heavenly Group in the surrounding room.

That little Heavenly Master from the first-class sect Dragon Tiger Mountain was so familiar with a supernumerary, fortunately, they hadn't neglected each other before.

After five days of ruffling and investigation, the '1215 Incident' was finally determined to be a minor friction incident between the Dao Alliance and the Demon Alliance. In order to apologize, the Demon Alliance sent a big gift to the Five Thunder Sect and the Dao Alliance respectively, and severely punished the young master of the Red Jiao Clan who killed the Daomen monk.

And Ji Qin, the only survivor of the Dao Alliance monks in this incident, was reviewed by the investigation team of the Nanjiang Branch of the Han Guotian Group, and was not possessed by the demon law, and was reinstated.

"Brother Dao, after I went down the mountain, I realized that this world is too different from what I imagined."

After drinking a jar of century-old Heavenly Master Brew, Zhang Yudong's eyes showed a faint confusion.

After going down the mountain, he went to the Nanjiang branch of the Tian Group, and he was the deputy leader of the investigation team, Zhang Yudong knew too many things. The more he learned about the inside story of the monk world, the more he insisted on the Tao in Zhang Yudong's heart, and he couldn't help but have a trace of it.

Intrigue and struggle for power and profit, is this still the immortal cultivation world he knows?

"Those who are light are light, and the Tao is natural."

Hearing the change in the other party's mood, Ji Qin couldn't help but order the other party.

This junior's temperament is quite in line with his heart, and Ji Qin doesn't want to see the other party fall on the way.

The spiritual path refining is an ordeal that every monk has to go through, and it is better to experience it earlier now than to explode when breaking through the Jindan realm.

"The light is ...... for himself"

Thinking about this truth, Zhang Yudong's originally misty eyes flashed, and he glanced at the other party gratefully, but found that the newly opened altar of Heavenly Master Brew was less than half, and hurriedly joined the ranks of scrambling.

Just waiting for Zhang Yudong to get drunk, Ji Qin, who was sitting on the battlements, jumped his eyelids, and Ji Qin in black instantly appeared in front of him, and his clothes turned white.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two white-clothed Ji Qin ran towards the woods below at the same time.

"It's a bit of a way, no wonder my son is dead, and he can still survive."

On the wall of the Little Great Wall, the figure of a Taoist priest in Tsing Yi slowly emerged, looking at the two white backs that disappeared into the woods, muttering to himself, but his eyes were cold.

His only begotten son is dead, and how can those who are with him live alone?

Including the young master of the Hongjiao clan, he had to accompany his son to the funeral.

As a Jindan Realm cultivator, if you can't reach your thoughts, you will become an indelible demon, and how can you go to the next level in the future.

"Go."

A cyan ball of light appeared in his hand, and Mu Yuanshan threw it casually.

The cyan ball of light differentiated into two rays of cyan light, chasing towards the two backs respectively, which was a little strange in the dark night.

This is Mu Qing's favorite magic weapon Qing Sword before his death, it is very powerful, and in the hands of Mu Yuanshan, who has the cultivation of the Jindan Realm, it is even more exerted. Ordinary monks in the Ning Dan period couldn't withstand a blow, let alone Ji Qin who was only in the foundation building period.

"Hmph."

Feeling the sword light flying behind him, one of the white-clothed Ji Qin manifested a black sword in his hand and waved his hand to block it.

"Poof."

The cyan sword light flashed, and the black sword broke through and directly penetrated the shoulder of the white-clothed Ji Qin, but there was no blood flowing out.

The gap between the cultivators made the Shinto guards who couldn't build the foundation have little resistance. However, as a Shinto guard, the white-clothed Ji Qin had no blood in his body at all, and after being penetrated, his soul was only injured a little.

In order to reach the Jindan realm, the monk's random blows carry the subtlety of the Dao, and they have obvious damage to the divine soul.

After receiving a direct blow, the white-clothed Ji Qin's face darkened, and he continued to run towards the depths of the woods.

In front of the Jindan Realm monks, the only way out is to escape.

In addition to fleeing, or fleeing.

Ji Qin, on the other side, kept covering up through the trees, and was finally caught up by the cyan sword light that pierced through the trees.

"Poof."

When his shoulder was penetrated and blood flowed out, Ji Qin's mouth also had a touch of scarlet.

His body has not yet been cultivated, so he can't resist at all, so he can only rely on his physique to resist the opponent's blow.

Taking advantage of the moment when the sword light turned, Ji Qin ran forward more than ten meters again.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have mana in his body, this blow would at least make the mana in his body out of control and unable to escape.

Fortunately, he was practicing the Divine Dao Technique, and his body and divine soul were one, which made the attack power of the Jindan Realm monk weaken a lot invisibly.

If an ordinary monk was hit by this sword light, either his soul was damaged and it was difficult to move, or his mana was out of control and he was greatly injured.

"It's not a small thing. But the body, the spirit, don't even want to run. ”

Easily distinguishing the other party's real body and fake body, Mu Yuanshan did not have the slightest joy in his eyes, and still only had the cold killing intent.

He didn't expect that after being hit by him, this junior who was only in the foundation building period still had the strength to escape, but there were some doorways.

The tragic death of his beloved son made him feel a little more cracked, and there was a lot more nonsense.

However, this is also the end of it.

Mu Yuanshan's right hand in his sleeve was lightly shaken, and the originally single cyan sword light instantly differentiated into hundreds of sword lights, completely enveloping the figures of the two Ji Qins.

In every sword light, there was a killing intent in Senran.

At the same time, Ci Ai Zhenren, who was the head of the investigation team of the Nanjiang Branch, paused as he drank the tea, and then shook his head with a wry smile.

Since the one himself has come, she has to give the other party some face, and she won't care what he wants to do.

"Dingding......

"Puff puff ......"

The white-clothed Ji Qin quickly turned the divine sword in his hand, but he couldn't reach the gap in cultivation, and was interspersed with dozens of sword lights.