"Xiaomeng, are you sure that Ming Luo is that woman?" Yun Miao's expression was a little subtle, she knew that she was not dealing with herself as early as the first time she saw Ming Luo, but there was nothing wrong with seeing her again later, so she didn't care, who knew that now she would give her such a big surprise. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xiao Meng said angrily: "Of course! Xiaomeng remembers it clearly, it is you who caused harm to Ming Luo! ”

Although Yun Miao always emphasized that appearance was not important, and disfigurement had no effect on her, Xiao Meng still couldn't stop her anger as long as she thought of this murderer, and she couldn't wait to take revenge now.

Xiao Meng's words Yun Miao naturally had no reason to doubt it, but she still underestimated Ming Luo, maybe no one thought that it would be her hand, after all, she didn't have too much contact with her, and what made Yun Miao even more vigilant was that so far, if Xiao Meng hadn't told herself, I'm afraid this truth would never have surfaced.

Since Mingluo is so calm, then, she will have fun with her!

Yun Miao touched the mask on her face, and the coldness in her eyes was even worse.

The flying boat pierced through the layers of white clouds, the mountains and forests below were getting closer and closer, and the patches of green were becoming more and more conspicuous.

This is an empty meadow, and the most striking thing is the stone gate in this meadow with no end in sight, which is the entrance to the secret realm of the diving sea.

Except for the opening time of the secret realm, this area is deserted, so everyone who comes here is a futon everywhere, and it will be settled.

The Qingyun Sect was not the first to arrive, the Xuantian Pavilion was close, and at this time, their disciples had already occupied the position closest to the entrance.

When the secret realm is opened, the first person to enter has a greater chance of being teleported to the place where the aura is most strong, of course, this is only the vast majority of possibilities, not absolutely, what is it, only when you enter can you know.

Although Minghua is responsible for the size of the door, the person in charge of this trip to the sea is Yun Chengzhenjun of Tong Jingfeng.

Yun Cheng was noncommittal about Xuantian Pavilion's approach, and nodded slightly to the person in charge of Xuantian Pavilion this time, even if he said hello, he took the people of the Qingyun Sect to find an open space to sit down at random, not far from the entrance, not too close.

As soon as Yun Miao took out the futon, the shadows of some flying magic weapons appeared in mid-air one after another, and people from other major sects also arrived.

The leader of the Heavenly Sword Gate this time turned out to be a woman, and Lan Luo, who had fought with Yun Miao in the Xianmen Competition, was also in the team, and when Yun Miao looked over, he happened to meet her gaze.

I don't know if it's sympathy or what, Lan Luo, who was originally expressionless, actually smiled and nodded at Yun Miao, not to mention how faint this smile was, but the people who watched the Heavenly Sword Gate were surprised in their hearts.

Everyone in the cultivation realm knew that the Qingyun Sect had a close relationship with the Heavenly Sword Sect, so when the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect slowly approached the Qingyun Sect, no one thought it strange.

"Senior Brother Yuncheng, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come unharmed?" A slight smile appeared on Xijian's delicate face, and his gaze was very ordinary when he looked at Yun Cheng.

However, Yun Cheng's expression was a little strange, and his unsmiling face was even stiffer when he saw someone coming.

"Senior Sister Xijian." I don't know if it's Yun Miao's illusion, she always feels that Yun Cheng Zhenjun's voice is different from the past.

And the ...... that changes these

Yun Miao set her eyes on the western note in front of her, judging from the name between the two of them, this person's age is by no means twenty-eight years as it seems, but the years seem to favor this person extraordinarily, not only did not leave flaws on her, but polished her more bright and moving.

Her gaze continued to slide until the sword that landed in her hand was wounded.

Xi Jian felt something, turned his head to look this way, when he saw Yun Miao, his eyes flashed with amazement, and when he saw the mask on her face, he thought about it, and then took his gaze back.

No one saw the trace of regret in her eyes, it was a pity that such a piece of beautiful jade......

Yun Miao didn't know what she was thinking, she knew that the more advanced her cultivation was, the more sensitive she was to the eyes of others, and she thought that her actions were discovered by Xijian, and she immediately lost her thoughts.

The people of the Heavenly Sword Sect stopped in the open space next to the Qingyun Sect, and the West Note only gave a few words of light instructions, then stopped caring about them, and took out a delicate tent to rest, covering the sight of everyone from all walks of life.

The pale cyan skirt slowly disappeared from sight, and Yun Cheng sighed almost inaudibly and withdrew his gaze.

The time spent on the flying boat was too long, and the disciples were tired of it for a long time, and now they finally don't have to live a life of suffocation in their rooms, where can they stop.

Different from the simplicity of other sects, the place where the Caiyin Pavilion is located is extremely exquisitely arranged, and one by one delicate and elegant tents rise on the ground, and from time to time there are bursts of fragrant wind, which makes the eyes of those male disciples turn green.

It's just that, no matter how much they desire in their hearts, they all behave like righteous men and gentlemen on the surface, of course, if you ignore their stretched necks, this statement will not seem so insincere.

After all, those who can qualify for the quota of the Hidden Sea Secret Realm, not to mention others in the sect, are at least at the genius level, and there are not a few people who give them a hug on weekdays, and they can only blame the quality of the disciples of Caiyin Pavilion for being too good.

Yun Miao bumped Minghua's arm with her shoulder, and said with a smile: "You guys have feasted your eyes this time." ”

Except for important occasions, the inner disciples of Caiyin Pavilion live deep in the door on weekdays, and rarely go out, even if they go out to practice, they all cover their faces with white veils and half-hug the pipa.

I don't know what Caiyin Pavilion has in mind this time, these disciples are all directly showing their true faces, without the slightest cover-up, which really amazes everyone.

Minghua didn't move, and his eyes didn't open, as if he wasn't interested in what Yun Miao was talking about.

"I think Uncle Xiao is also one of them."

Yun Miao pursed her lips and quibbled: "Who doesn't like this beautiful thing, if you say it well, it's beautiful, it's not about men and women." ”

looked at the configuration of other people, and looked at their own people, the gap between them is really embarrassing, but Yun Miao looked at it for a long time, and she didn't have the slightest intention of doing it herself, but one night, it was really not her character to make it so troublesome.

Touching his futon, Yun Miao sighed deeply.

Minghua heard this sigh, and finally opened his eyes and glanced at her, "If Uncle Xiao wants to do something to the fellow Daoists of Caiyin Pavilion, Minghua can also help you." ”

Yun Miao looked at him in surprise, as if she had met him on the first day, "You are really a heavy ......" (to be continued.) )