"What's the situation?"

As soon as Tong Yao's words fell, with a "ding", a figure rushed out of the fog and crossed up with a long sword in his hand.

Fortunately, Murong Xi swung his sword to block it, otherwise, the current Tong Yao would probably be cut in half.

Tong Yao said in his heart: Sure enough, there are people in the fog.

Immediately, seeing Murong Xi also go out, the two swords wanted to stagger, and the sword qi wandered in the air.

The opponent's cultivation is not low, and Murong Xi fought him for four or five rounds, but there was no sign of victory.

In the imperial capital, Murong Xi's martial arts are even outstanding, but now in the remote south, there can still be opponents who can match him, and sure enough, there are mountains outside the mountains and people outside the people.

However, after another four or five rounds, judging from the sound of fencing, the other party obviously couldn't keep up with Murong Xi's speed.

Immediately after, there was a muffled grunt from the mist.

Tong Yao's heart tightened, and she blurted out: "Murong Xi, are you okay?" ”

Over there, the fighting continued, and Murong Xi's voice was still calm: "It's okay." ”

Tong Yao hesitated for a moment, thinking to herself, if she wants to be injured, it should be that person who is injured!

I don't know what I'm worried about, how can the martial arts of Wenchang Xingjun in the sky be so bad.

A few more rounds, the figure that suddenly rushed out was as hurried as when he appeared.

Seeing that he was not Murong Xi's opponent, he turned around and plunged into the fog.

Murong Xi put away his sword and returned to Tong Yao's side, staring at the direction of the mist in the distance.

Tong Yao asked, "Who was that just now?" Why did you rush out all of a sudden? ”

Murong Xi shook his head, not knowing. However, from the point of view of swordsmanship, it does not seem to be an idle person.

At the foot of the Southern Realm Immortal Gate, there should be very few people who can have this kind of cultivation.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk"

One had just been driven away from the front, and another one was coming from behind.

Tong Yao and Murong Xi turned around.

I saw an old woman, limping with a crutch, walking towards them.

Tong Yao involuntarily took a small step back, Murong Xi calmed down, and waited for the old woman to get closer before asking, "May I ask who the senior is?" ”

The old woman's hair was already gray, and her eyes were bright, staring at Murong Xi and Tong Yao for a long time, and she made an old and hoarse voice:

"The predecessor is not counted, but only an old woman who has traveled here."

The old woman looked fierce and vicious, but when she spoke politely, Murong Xi talked to her:

"I don't know when Your Excellency came to Shouxian Valley?"

Old woman: "Many years ago. ”

Murong Xi: "How many years is a few years?" ”

Old woman: "It's been too long, I've forgotten it." ”

Murong Xi: "Then after entering the valley, you haven't left?" ”

Woman: "I never left." ”

Murong Xi: "In this case, you should know that something has happened in the valley." ”

The old woman paused and shook her head: "I don't know what kind of accident Your Excellency said?" ”

According to what they knew, there was only one thing about the disappearance of the disciple, but if you add what I heard from Xiao Er in the morning, there were two things.

Murong Xi stretched out his hand and pointed to the temple on the side: "The matter of this temple." ”

The old woman looked in the direction of Murong Xi's finger, and stared at her eyes for a long time before she said slowly:

"That incident was a long, long time ago."

Murong Xi: "I want to hear about it." ”

Old woman: "I'm afraid it's not clear in one or two sentences." ”

Murong Xi: "Then speak slowly." ”