Ming Chengxi held his fat belly full of fat, and quickly recounted what had just happened.

Then he said: "Zheng Qiu and Yun You have successfully escaped, and Yun You has also obtained the mist of the Divine Soldier Cloud Mountain, we have to bring the news back as soon as possible and let the sect master know." ”

Forty-seven naturally nodded in agreement, and left with Ming Chengxi, flying towards the Fuping Mountain Station outside the Sleepy Cloud Heavenly Prison Mountain Range.

At this time, at the Fuping Mountain Post Station outside the mountain range, a beautiful girl fell on the square.

The girl seemed to be wounded, and tore the hem of her beautiful and unusual skirt into strips of cloth and wrapped them around her left arm.

The number of loops wrapped around it was like a sleepy bandage, and there were no gaps left at all.

Finally, she tied a sling with strips of cloth and hung her left arm around her neck, looking similar to a patient recovering from a broken bone.

She was a female disciple from the Heavenly Mandate Palace, and after seeing Zheng Qiu use the magical escape technique to leave, she set up a streamer and flew to the Fuping Mountain Station.

The first thing she did after landing was to ask the cultivators in the square who were studying the boat platform if they had seen Zheng Qiu.

Of course, the answer is no, they said that no one has seen Zheng Qiu, but they have seen the big devil Yunyou.

In fact, Zheng Qiu had already been here, and he had asked them about the post station.

It's just that Zheng Qiu was covered in mud with flowers at that time, and no one recognized him when he was dirty.

Hearing that Zheng Qiu did not come to the post station, the girl of the Heavenly Mandate Palace was greatly disappointed.

The girl's left arm was invaded by the strange flame power, and the Ten Thousand Souls Rejuvenation Grass that Zheng Qiu threw to her only neutralized part of the flame power and confined this power to her left arm.

Although it prevented the flames from invading the vital point of the torso and saved his life, it was not possible to eradicate it.

The girl was looking for Zheng Qiu, just to let him completely remove the hidden dangers, and he could pay any price.

She asked one after another at the post station, but she still couldn't ask about Zheng Qiu's whereabouts.

Finally, an old man reminded in a hoarse voice: "Girl, that Zheng Qiu likes to open a shop to sell medicinal herbs.

You can ask around and see if there's anything called Panacea Rejuvenating Grass for sale.

This Ten Thousand Souls Rejuvenation Grass, the entire Cloud Sleeve Continent, only Zheng Qiu can get it.

So as long as you find the Ten Thousand Souls Rejuvenation Grass, and then follow the vine to find the source, you can find Zheng Qiu. ”

The maiden of the Heavenly Mandate Palace thanked the old man and wanted to leave by heavenly boat, but she found that the disciple of the Qianyun Sect who managed the post station was gone.

When I asked, I found out that it was Yun You who had chartered a small fast heavenly boat and arrested the disciples of the Qianyun Sect at the post station.

In this way, the girl of the Heavenly Mandate Palace had to sit on a chair in the hall and hold her chin and wait for the post station to resume operation.

After about six incense sticks, the Lin City Lord of the Great Wilderness Lonely City came here, and after a while, the ruthless and heartless Ge Zhuang Lord also came.

After Lord Ge Zhuang, the Ming Chengxi Elders of the Qianyun Sect, including the Forty-Seven Blood Cloud Elders.

For the disciples of the Outer Sect of the Post Station being captured by Yun You, there was no one to manage the Post Station, causing chaos.

Ming Chengxi has seen a lot of such things, and he has his own way of dealing with it.

He turned to the back of the hall and quickly rummaged through the dusty artifact.

This magic weapon is called the Luoyin Horn, and after a sufficient number of Heaven and Earth Crystals are inserted, it can be connected to other Qianyun Sect post stations.

Using the horn of Luoyin, Elder Ming Chengxi told the nearby post station about the situation here, and asked them to quickly send Tianzhou to pick up people.

And when the Fuping Mountain Post Station was busy resuming operation, somewhere in the dense mountain forest, a figure was swinging left and right, quickly shuttling through the gaps in the thick trees.

The figure was dressed in a robe with narrow sleeves and a high slit, and several iron chains on his clothes were used to tie the weapon, which was the sect uniform of the Wen Sword Sect.

And this cultivator who flew in the mountains and forests was Mo Junrong, who was exposed in front of thousands of people in front of thousands of people, and had to give up his identity as a disciple of the Wen Sword Sect and escaped early.

Mo Junrong's face was very ugly, and his eyes were full of anger and resentment.

Everything he did, the status he received, and the admiration he received were all in vain because of Zheng Qiu's troubles.

"It's so hateful to be turned upside down by a yellow-mouthed child.

Zheng Qiu, what you made me lose today, I will get it back one day. And of course your head."

Mo Junrong flew for a long time, feeling that the energy in his body was greatly consumed, and he couldn't help but be very thirsty in his mouth.

He rose and flew out of the woods, looked down at the earth and searched, and soon found a meandering stream.

Pressing the streamer and falling to the side of the stream, Mo Junrong stretched out his hand to dial the stream water to check whether the stream was clean.

The water is very clear, and you can clearly see the pebbles underneath, and even the aquatic plants between the cracks in the rocks are distinct.

Occasionally, there are small transparent shrimp half an inch long, swimming through the stream and looking very lively.

The water is clear and there are small shrimp, and the water should be safe and drinkable.

He picked up the stream with both hands, held it to his lips and drank a few sips to quench his thirst.

Then I washed my face with the stream water to relax my tense spirit.

Bulldozing the thick grass, Mo Junrong sat on the ground, he needed to think about what to do next.

He conspired with Lin Zou to kill the disciples of the sect to which the Demon Righteous Qi belonged, and these things were made public in public.

Now those sects that have had their disciples killed must hate themselves to death, and they want to cramp and peel themselves.

Wen Jian Sect will definitely not be able to go back, and he instigated Lin Zou to kill many disciples of Wen Jian Sect, whether it is Blade Birch or Blade Cutting Wind, he will not give up.

It is estimated that the other sects to which the Demon Righteous Qi belong will not be able to take refuge, and they will also seize themselves to avenge the murdered disciples.

So where can you go?

This time, the Trapped Cloud Heavenly Prison Mountain Range Divine Soldier was born, and the sects that were a little famous came, and they knew that they had a bad reputation, so they would not take them in.

Could it be that he could only go to some small sects that were not well-known and go to remote places to redevelop?

Mo Junrong was unwilling, he knew that the small sect might not know him, and it would be much easier to take refuge.

However, the cultivation resources of the small sect are limited, and they can't improve their cultivation as quickly as before, and they can't pull a powerful team just by relying on that little resource.

Mo Junrong felt that he had entered a dead end, there were walls in all directions, and there was no way out.

Boom, boom, the sound of the stream splashing on the left side. Mo Junrong was still thinking about the problem, and suddenly his expression changed, and the whole person suddenly became nervous.

Something is wrong, the creek is very calm, and there is no such strong sound of water when it flows, so what is the sound of water?

He quickly turned his head to the left, and there was a scene in his field of vision that shocked him.

Squatting by the brook was a middle-aged man, dressed in the kind of burlap clothes common to ordinary people, wearing a bamboo hat on his head, and carrying an old yellowed fishing rod in his hand.

It looks like a villager from a mountain village who came to this creek to fish.