Chapter 7: Murong Qing, the little county lord who blended into the team

The three or two of them set up a cage and walked towards the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and the masked man at the head suddenly lowered his voice and said to the people behind him, his words were full of ridicule and dissatisfaction: "You people from various towns have all come here because of today's vision, it seems that they are all here for the spirit beast, it must be like this." ”

The woman standing beside him suddenly swung her sword to "brush" and cut off the man's mask, a face that was extremely ugly to face everyone, the masked man suddenly covered his cheeks, and let out a scream like a pig, he didn't know the identity of the little woman next to him, so he said unconsciously.

"You woman is so angry that she didn't wait for anyone to respond, so she split this mask without permission, making me lose face, even the emperor Lao Tzu can't get any benefit. said, what kind of conspiracy do you have, you might as well put it on the table and talk about it. ”

"There doesn't seem to be anything to say between you and me, it's just that at this time, the county lord especially likes to watch a few of you fight, so that he won't escape in vain today, tsk, these cultivators are all bright-eyed, they are all here for that spirit beast, and I, the county lord, are also here for that spirit beast."

The woman's feet are on the stones, her body is as light as the wind, leaving everything behind, holding a fan in her hand, showing a heroic and sassy feeling. Everyone looked at it, and the little girl had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, just like the person who painted in the capital, and her appearance was the same, she was the daughter of the king of Dingnan - Murong Qing, the lord of Pingyang.

"Oh, I said you boring people, keep walking up the mountain, don't delay here, or we'll all be eaten here."

A shadow emerged from behind Murong Qing, his eyes were deep and full of murderous aura, like a falcon reflected on the mountain rocks, the shadow moved quickly, and one by one the silver needles had secretly penetrated into the necks of several of them, and the blood splashed from the air, projecting on the rest of them, revealing a look of horror on the faces of these people.

The masked man looked disdainful, he had already ruined one eye, but he was still rampant, flew into the mountain rock and threw Murong Qing on the edge of the cliff, dragged his ankle, and unintentionally took off his right boot, and said: "Xiao Nizi doesn't care what kind of county lord you are, what kind of immortal descends to earth, as long as it comes to Lao Tzu, it doesn't matter." As long as you are willing to stay here obediently and make no noise, you can spend it safely. ”

"What nonsense, you Diao Ming is simply lawless, you are actually teasing me as a county lord in this mountain forest, waiting for me..."

"Ahh Don't be afraid, this goddess, with me, Beilan Laiye, there will be no good fruit to eat in these chaotic elements, you leave that dangerous place quickly, it is better than not this guy to get hurt. ”

Beilan Laiye had flames burning on her hands, and she unconsciously appreciated the mystery of some soul power, so she melted off the iron pillar on the cage and came towards the edge of this cliff, by the way, she played a heroic rescue beauty.

That Murong Qing's eyes shone with a little surprise, she touched the tip of her nose and didn't speak, she crossed her arms and watched coldly. The surrounding grass and trees shook abnormally, and a pair of claws swept past the tips of the trees, and a few fallen leaves fell from the sky, causing a certain amount of panic.

"Here's what's going on, something swept through here."