In the small restaurant noodle restaurant, Li Baliang, who was leisurely shaking the legs and feet of the wooden chair, stopped abruptly.

Standing up with a solemn face, his hands kept sealing, deducing something.

After a while, he walked towards the door of the noodle restaurant, and his huge body almost blocked most of the wooden door of the noodle restaurant.

With his hands folded behind his back, his head was slightly tilted, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and his thick eyebrows were like two earthworms across the horizon, looking away with a sad face.

In the noodle restaurant, Li Yijin, who was sleeping on the wooden table, didn't know what kind of dream he had, sneeze not very loudly, opened his eyes slightly in a daze, and dimly saw the master standing at the door with his hands in his hands.

Li Yijin can make an appointment to see half of his master's face, shining with golden light and scorching.

Li Yijin, who was half-asleep and half-awake, suddenly felt that this was his master!

muttered, "The master is so handsome." "The remnants of the unabsorbed alcohol at random came to my head, and I fell asleep again.

Li Baliang, who had hesitated for a while, walked back to the wooden table with his hands in his hands, and with a flip of his palm, a jar of dark pottery wine appeared out of thin air.

Unveiled the dark red cloth mud seal, the rich aroma of wine came out of the nose, refreshing people's hearts and lungs, did not use the small wine cup on the wooden table, one hand tightly clasped the edge of the wine mouth, gurgling is two large mouthfuls.

Li Baliang, who wiped the corner of his mouth, smacked his mouth, a little tasteless, he was used to drinking stronger ambergris rice wine, and when he drank the can in his hand, which was also a rare top immortal brew for mountain monks, he always felt like a soft little lady, and he was a little less conscious.

However, thinking of the ambergris rice wine that he changed hands for favors, Li Baliang didn't think that he was a loss, even if it was a loss, but there were not many monks in this world who could make him Li Baliang willing to suffer, besides, how could he suffer a loss from the martial cultivator who could obviously see through it at a glance but couldn't see through it?

There is no coercion in the sky, and there is no pretense to be fake.

"You're here anyway!"

Li Baliang poured a big gulp of wine, but no one said to himself, the wine was tasteless but better than drowning sorrow.

Suddenly, I remembered what an old friend I had met in other states said, "I use wine to drown my sorrows."

Thinking that the old friend who was more reckless than a reckless man could actually say such a big truth to himself, and glanced at Yun Banfan, who was sleeping on the surface but was actually quietly breaking the mirror, Li Baliang grinned and took a mouthful of tasteless mountain wine, of course he didn't laugh out loud, after all, the two little guys were at a critical moment.

Until the wine in the jar was empty, Li Baliang, who had not used his occult power to resolve the strength of the wine, simply lay down on the wooden table in front of him, snoring randomly like thunder, and there were a few drunken words mixed with drunken words: Old things are all old things that are rotten grain!

Wu Chen, who was moving forward according to the original plan, suddenly wandered in place for a long time.

He stepped forward and carefully examined the obscure marks he had left behind.

The mark was left by Mo about half an hour ago, and at that time Wu Chen faintly sensed that something was wrong.

Although he seems to be constantly moving forward, and the surrounding scene is constantly changing, he is actually spinning in place within a range of miles, stagnant.

It's not that I didn't use my divine consciousness to probe, but the result was very bad, especially not good, but in the land of two or three miles, the divine consciousness was all over the place, and no matter how I changed the direction, the result was like this, and the divine consciousness that was probed out stopped at the three-mile boundary, and this three-mile domain was my own movable range.

Sitting cross-legged with your back against a tree trunk is useless no matter how you move forward, because you can't get out of this "circle".

This is different from the realm where the enchanted fox was once cast.

It's completely clueless, and it's seamless to find.

"Could it be a formation?" Wu Chen thought secretly, but if such an effect is achieved, I am afraid that it will have to be arranged by the high-grade formation master himself.

Regardless of whether there is a top-grade formation division in the Beizhou realm, even if there is, will it be a well-fed and casually clothed array?

But the scene in front of him didn't feel like it to Wu Chen, it didn't look like a formation, it looked like a ......

Some familiarity, but Wu Chen couldn't remember it for a while, and he was distressed.

It's not that Wu Chen has no way to break through the obstacles in his place, it's just that that method is a slow kung fu of dripping water through stones and cutting flesh with a blunt knife, and with Wu Chen's vast divine sense, there will definitely be clues to hide inch by inch.

But what Wu Chen lacks most now is this time.

Just when Wu Chen was thinking deeply, a loud bang roared.

The purple-clothed and purple-haired woman formed her five fingers into a claw shape and slowly pulled out from the middle of Yan Zhu's chest.

The woman in purple did not have a single drop of blood in her hands.

The dwarf woman Yan Zhu's eyes were staring at her, but she was lifeless, and her gaze was roughly at the place where the old man Yan Shan was, but she was cut off by the woman in purple before she could look at it.

There was no blood flowing in Yan Zhudong's open chest, and no internal organs were exposed, only a thick black paste.

"Yan Shan didn't expect that you would still be like this after so many years, you don't miss the old love at all, if it weren't for the little junior sister, do you think the old man is willing to take this risk?"

Yan Xing roared at Yan Shan angrily, his body trembled slightly, and he was really angry.

The old man was as silent as ever, and instead of answering Yan Xingzhuan, he asked a question softly, "Do you know why in the end I am the sect master and you are not?"

Yan Xing snorted lightly and did not reply.

Yan Shan didn't say anything more, and all his attention was devoted to the woman in purple.

As for what Yan Xing said in his mouth, it was all for Yan Zhu, there were so many percent or two uncertainties, if it was all of them, don't say whether Yan Shan believes it or not, it is estimated that Yan Xing himself does not believe it.

If there is really an intricate relationship between a three-person room, it will not fall to this.

As for Yan Shan's question about Yan Xing, it is another old matter of rotten grain, but there are always one or two things about the old sects, and Yan Xing not only knows, but also one of the indispensable leading actors.

The woman in purple turned around and looked at the two people in front of her and behind her, and there was a little frown on her face, not that she was afraid of the two of them, but that she felt a little troublesome, or a little annoying.

In mid-air, the momentum changed sharply, and the purple-clothed woman seemed to have a purple sun rising around her body.

Yan Xing suddenly shouted: "The surname Yan, you really want to die and pull a few of us on our backs, the appearance of this beast is that what you say in your mouth is at most the peak combat power of the Xuan Emperor?" hahaha, hahaha." ”

Although Yan Shan still didn't reply, there was a slight gloom in his eyes.

Ignoring the purple-clothed woman's powerful charged blow, she looked up into the air.

Yan Shan, who had not been able to soak up the sun for a long time, only felt particularly comfortable at this time.

"Tianguan Sect, Tianguan Sect, will die at my hands after all, but what can I do? Who would have thought that he was still alive. ”

Yan Shan, who was silent, suddenly lowered his head and looked down at the ground.

A half-white old man, dressed in a gray linen robe, walked like a lost man.