Lodge.

Murong Xueling recalled all the Blue Secret Hermits in Luo'an.

A solemn and majestic atmosphere enveloped the entire villa, and even the blooming flowers stopped swaying.

The five elders were on strict alert, and not a single ant was allowed to enter or leave the Fallen Scar Villa.

The four masters are unsealing the concubine. Qing Taru's technique was too weird, and the four of them looked solemn and tried various methods.

They are masters of killing, and indeed they are not masters of saving people.

The middle finger of the main hall is like lightning, and the clothes of the four masters are raised without wind, making the sound of hunting. The light and shadow were messy, reflecting the cheeks of the four masters in a cloudy and uncertain manner.

Suddenly, the concubine's eyes were bloodshot, and she spurted out a mouthful of blood! Like a rapidly withering flower, the concubine fell limply to the ground.

The four masters hurriedly worked together to calm the concubine's tumbling qi and blood.

I'm afraid the concubine can't afford to toss them.

In the end, they had to admit that Qing Taru's method was too peculiar for them to break her seal.

Murong Xueling supported the concubine, Ruxue's eyes were full of worry, but he comforted the concubine: "Don't be discouraged, this king will definitely have a way, even if he exhausts the strength of his life."

The concubine raised her hand and nodded firmly, calmly wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. Breaking away from Murong Xueling's hand, he forced himself to sit upright. His hands calmed his surging blood with a slight force.

Murong Xueling was about to help her to rest, when a person crawled in from outside the main hall. The man had lost one of his shoes, and his helmet hung crookedly on the back of his head. Holding down one hand, he quickly ran to Murong Xueling.

Ignoring his breath, he knelt on the ground: "Lord Wang... Event...... Oh no..."

Murong Xueling was slightly angry, lowered his head and approached the man, his eyebrows and eyes were cold: "Why are you so panicked!"

"National ...... The National Teacher has come here! The guard was terrified.

Murong Xueling's heart was shocked, but his face was silent, and he asked calmly, "How many people did you bring?"

"Just five!" The guard pressed his face.

"Five? Can it scare you like that? Murong Xueling was so angry that he kicked the guard in the face: "What kind of experienced green secret hermit is a coward!"

The guard was not convinced, and explained, "Do you know who the five people he brought are?"

"It doesn't matter who he is, trespassing on my Scar Villa is a capital crime!" Murong Xueling was calm, and his face began to become vicious. The national teacher has repeatedly challenged his bottom line, when he died?

The guard kicked Murong Xueling, but he calmed down, and he wiped the sweat on his forehead: "The five people brought by the National Teacher are Mu Xie, Tu Yao, Water Mark, Fire Burn, and Jin Ling."

Murong Xueling stumbled, the five deacons of the Qingmi Academy?

Almost all of the Blue Hermit are their students!

If they come over, even if they carry out Murong Xueling's orders, can they beat them?

Murong Xueling thought again, there are about a few hundred Qingmi hermits guarding the Fallen Scar Mountain Villa, but they can't do the five major deacons?

Thinking of this, Murong Xueling put his hands behind his back, like a calm general: "Don't panic, the soldiers will block, and the water will cover it!"

The temperature of the main hall was suddenly as cold as an ice cave, and a man in white slowly fell into the air. His face gradually became clearer. It was a beautiful face, with cold eyebrows and sharp eyes.

"Master National Teacher!"

Although everyone was on guard against the national teacher, when they saw him, they couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

The main hall was instantly filled with a group of black people, and everyone didn't dare to come out.

Only Concubine Yi and Murong Xueling stand out from the crowd.