After the battle, there were no people near the Holy Light, only the messy battlefield and the palpitating desolation.

Wen Chong walked leisurely, getting closer and closer to the holy light, and the mournful sound from the energy became more and more sad, Wen Chong was not advancing, staring at the bright light from a distance of thousands of feet.

He pulled out the white horn of the dragon's tooth from his bosom, and a familiar aura converged into the holy light, and the two became tightly connected.

After a long time, the two were disconnected again, and Wen Chong knew that as long as he had the horn of the dragon's tooth in his hand, obtaining the holy weapon would be twice the result with half the effort, and he would inevitably be superior to others.

He watched quietly for a while, without any extra movements, turned around and swept gently in the direction of the factions, not knowing what he meant.

Several elders of Kunlun and the defection of the Chongyang Dao Leader also greatly reduced the strength of the factions in an instant, although Guigu Lei Li was also traumatized, but the Demon Gate seemed to have an absolute advantage.

Before he didn't have that holy weapon, he could only stand with two of them, and no matter which one he had, he wouldn't be able to get it easily, and the future was slim.

This time, he didn't get too close to the territory of the factions, and could only rely on the sense of spiritual sense to search for the information of several factions, "The location of the sword spirit is over there" Wen Chongxin said, he had already found the information he wanted, and the hidden figure slowly walked towards that direction.

A snow-white figure was isolated on the edge of the cliff, and the two butterfly swords at his waist hung gently, revealing a spirit of beauty.

Wen Chong didn't know when he came here, his eyes were deep on the figure, the night was getting deeper and deeper, and the woman stood like this for a long time before she gradually left.

Looking at the poignant figure, Wen Chong felt a warm current in his heart, and then faintly turned into a sense of loneliness, and said stupidly: "It's okay if you're okay." ”

Wen Chong regained his mind and went back to the way he came, a figure stood on the way he retreated, waiting quietly here.

"Uncle Luo?" Wen Chong shouted in surprise.

"Well, I was just wandering around, and there was a familiar smell floating here, but I didn't expect it to be you. Luo Yi's face was a little excited, and he naturally couldn't conclude that the person who came was Wen Chong, so he waited on this road.

"Uncle Luo, are you here to look for me?" Wen Chong asked curiously, had his hidden aura still been discovered? He shook his head, maybe it was just a coincidence.

Luo Yi nodded, shook his head again, and signaled that this was just a coincidence, "Uncle Luo can't stand you, fortunately you were safe and sound that day, otherwise I would have no shame to face your father." ”

Luo Yi was just talking about the fierce fight on Chaotian Peak that day, when the war was chaotic, Luo Yi could not take care of the two Wen brothers, and he was always aggrieved in his heart, and he was relieved to see Wen Chong this time.

"Uncle Luo, how have you been lately, Yue, is she okay?" Wen Chong asked softly.

"The cultivation realm is not in chaos, your cultivation is also a lot stronger, and you can be regarded as a young man, Uncle Luo is a little sorry for you these days. Luo Yi's emotions were a little out of control, and his face was full of sadness.

"Uncle Luo, you and I are not outsiders, Zhi'er is very grateful for Uncle Luo's kindness, Uncle Luo, are you troubled. Wen Chong saw the worry in Luo Yi's heart and asked clearly.

"Yes, do you know Yue'er's background? Her mother died when she was a little older. Luo Yi said, his face full of bitterness.

Wen Xun listened attentively, no longer speaking, waiting for the vicissitudes of life in front of him to come one by one, Luo Yi held back his sadness, and said again: "Her mother is a lover......!

"Uncle Luo, it's all over, take care. Wen Chong comforted softly.

"Now, I'm seeing the enemy, and what I can't let go of is Yue'er. Luo Yi said. Wen Chong was silent, hateful, really unstoppable.

"Zhi'er, Uncle Luo, who has never asked for it in his life, just ask you to take care of Yue'er in the future, and Uncle Luo has nothing else to ask for. Luo Yi knelt down busily, which showed how sincere this momentum was.

Wen Chong helped Luo Yi up and said loudly: "Uncle Luo, you say, I will promise you everything, this kind of courtesy is deeply unbearable for juniors." ”

"It's good if you agree, tomorrow the factions will fight with the demon gate to the death, if Uncle Luo's skills are not as good as others, Yue'er will entrust you to take care of them in the future, Uncle Luo's disciples are counted, and the arrogant cultivation is not weak, but the temperament is righteous, I have passed on the master of the Cold Moon Gate to him, but you are the one who can make Yue'er spend her life peacefully, so Uncle Luo made this decision. ”

"Uncle Luo.........." Wen Chong swallowed the words to his lips and swallowed them alive, for this elder, he was loved by him like a father, but a woman's happiness, how could a vow be able to bear it.

Wen Chong's face suddenly flushed with fortitude, and he said resolutely: "I promise you, no matter the wind and rain, the sky and the earth change color, no matter if you die, you will never let her be hurt in the slightest." ”

"Okay, Uncle Luo thanked you. Luo Yi's face was full of determination, as if tomorrow was the time to part, which made people feel sad.

The sky gradually became clearer, Wen Chong had already returned to the scattered people, quietly looking at the magnificent holy light, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, but it was so profound that there was a trace of sorrow between his eyebrows.

Huzi still had a yellowed grass in his mouth, slowly walked to Wen Chong's side, and asked, "Look at your restlessness, where did you fool around last night?" ”

Wen Chong smiled helplessly and asked, "Huzi, what is worth guarding for you." ”

"Faith, dignity, affection. Huzi said three words with a serious face, and the simple three words are such a high comprehension, the meaning of life is nothing more than working hard for these words.

"There is a fierce battle today, has your tiger broken and sharpened?" Wen Chong said with a laugh.

"Vicious war? haha, it's rare that you describe it like this, I will fight whoever you fight, and I will kill whoever you kill. Huzi said cheeringly on the side, and the heroic fighting spirit had come out through these words.

Wen Chong nodded, and the eyes of the two showed a powerful battle aura, as if the battle was right in front of them.

In this crisp sky, a crowd of voices gradually sounded, and the noise sounded in the quiet morning valley, and everyone woke up from their sleep, packed their bags and approached the holy weapon.

The brilliance of the holy artifact was not as grand as that of the earlier days, and the faint brilliance told the last sorrow, what kind of holy weapon it was, no one knew, and more expectant eyes were projected on that quiet valley.

In the distance, a quiet room, where there was a steady stream of angry rebukes and cynical scolding, was the place where Xiaolong cultivated, and the powerful dragon qi kept showing, but it couldn't hold up that strange room at all.

"You're stupid, you've been cultivating for so many hours and you can't understand the essence at all, wasting all my hard work. The old man said angrily.

"It's not that you're an idiot, the master's cultivation is useless at all, misleading people's children, I'm so talented, the more you teach, the more confused you become. Xiaolong scolded back, the powerful dragon breath is still appearing, although the two are arguing non-stop, but Xiaolong's dragon breath is far more refined than before, the control is more outstanding, and the cultivation has indeed improved a lot.

"I'm telling you again, listen carefully, Ba, Ren, Wang. You control the heat, look at this cup. The old man placed the cup on the table, and the powerful aura instantly locked the cup, causing the cup to vibrate strongly.

"Now it's Ren. The old man continued, the powerful aura completely withdrew, and suddenly retracted, but the cup was still shaking, but it was even stronger.

The old man spat out a word, and the tea in the entire cup flew out in the direction of the breath as if it had been impacted, splashing all over the table.

Xiaolong took the old man's three control methods in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and after practicing it once, powerful dragon breath appeared in a steady stream.

"That's it," said the old man, and he was very happy to see Xiaolong's progress.

The two of them continued to practice, and it didn't take long for Xiaolong to completely master the qi control technique taught by the old man, but the valley near the holy light was already lively, and the battle had already begun.