Such a beautiful day, but because of his heavy heart, it seems extremely depressing.

Xuanyuan Heng released the breath of Lingxuan, and the spirit beasts in the entire area smelled the breath of the strong, and they were very 'interesting' and did not disturb.

Where the hell is she?

Xuanyuan Heng put his hands behind his head, lay down gently, and looked at the starry sky, seemingly comfortable, but in fact he was irritable.

But none of this detracted from his acuity.

"Who?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Xuanyuan Heng, who was already in a displeased mood, looked as cold as ice, and his tone was even worse, and in an instant, it seemed that the air around him had condensed into frost.

The hearts of the comers chuckled, they originally felt the breath of a strong man, so they wanted to come and talk about it, but they didn't expect this strong man's temper to be so bad, the two cultivators glanced at each other, made eye contact, and decided to slip away.

Originally, he was in a very bad mood, but when he heard the footsteps in the distance, Xuanyuan Heng frowned, got up with his spiritual power, and jumped lightly to the nearest tree.

Suddenly, the surrounding branches and leaves rustled, and the two cultivators heard the sound getting closer and closer to them, and looked at each other, their faces full of horror, and they didn't care about any image, so they ran away.

But how can their speed be as fast as Xuanyuan Heng?

The two cultivators hadn't run a few steps before they saw a moon-white figure suddenly appear in front of them, jumping down from an ancient tree, under the silver-white moonlight, the moon-white robe swayed with the breeze, handsome and unparalleled, like an immortal descending to earth, and in the blink of an eye, it landed steadily not far in front of the two of them.

The two of them held their breath together, for fear of annoying the 'immortal', and although they couldn't see his face clearly in the night, they could also feel the cold aura around him.

Xuanyuan Heng glanced at them coldly, and before he could speak, one of the cultivators hurriedly explained, "I... We just passed by, felt your breath strong, and wanted to make friends, no... No malice. ”。

With that, the cultivator lightly kicked his companion who was still stunned on the side, and glanced at him.

Only then did the companion react, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, no malice, I don't want to disturb your rest, let's go now, let's go now." ”。

After speaking, he hurriedly patted the shoulder of his companion next to him, and the two looked at each other, preparing to leave.

This is a world where the strong are respected, not to mention the black lights here, if the strong people look at them unpleasantly and kill them, they will be too wronged.

As soon as the two of them were about to leave, they saw that the 'immortal' was walking towards them, and suddenly their legs were like lead, and they couldn't take a step, and they were even more cold sweat on their foreheads, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Soon, Xuanyuan Heng came to the two of them, took out a black mask from the space, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Have you ever seen a young man with a golden mask?" The mask pattern is somewhat similar to the one in my hand. ”。

"Huh?"

Both of them were stunned, he didn't come to kill Rao, he unconsciously even weakened his legs, one of the cultivators didn't stand firm, took a step back, and the other cultivator was quick and grabbed his companion's arm.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, secretly glanced at the 'immortals', and saw that his face was serious, patiently waiting for their reply, and then the cultivator looked at the mask in his hand.

After recalling the sound, he pointed to the mask and said seriously, "I've seen it." ”