Han Bing glanced at Xia Wanqi, who was facing away from him in front of him, took two steps forward, and said with a fist: "Sect Master!"

"You're here. Xia Wanqi waved her hand and said softly, as if she didn't want the outside world to disturb her contemplation.

Han Bing saw Xia Wanqi's thoughts, and stopped talking, just waiting aside.

After almost half an hour, Xia Wanqi finally turned around, she looked at Han Bing, who was standing in the hall with a blank expression, and said, "I came to you to return your things to you." Xia Wanqi said, her right hand spread out, and in her hand, a simple ring appeared, which was Han Bing's thing. The soul imprint on it is still clear, and it seems that it has not been examined by outsiders.

"Thank you. Han Bing took back the ring, held it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, and then hesitated: "Otherwise, this ring should be placed here for the time being, so in the current situation, I am afraid that it will ......."

Xia Wanqi listened, thought for a while, and agreed. The acceptance ring, in the Cloud Mist Sect, is a rare thing, not to mention this kind of high-quality acceptance ring, if Han Bing holds it, it will inevitably attract the covetousness of others.

"Does the sect master have any other orders?" Han Bing asked.

"With your current cultivation and aura, as well as Zhao Qiang's identity, I think, if you weren't an extremely familiar old person, you wouldn't have recognized you at all," Xia Wanqi sighed lightly, with her cognition, although Han Bing's meridians in her body had recovered, if she wanted to cultivate again, her hope was extremely slim, and she was afraid that it would be hopeless in this life.

"That's all I can do for you, and then, let's find out. Xia Wanqi's eyes revealed a trace of regret. Beauty loves heroes, but the person in front of her has lost the capital of heroes.

After Xia Wanqi finished speaking, she turned around.

Han Bing was silent for a while, looked up at her back, and nodded silently. Retreat towards the door.

"Wait a minute. Xia Wanqi said suddenly.

Han Bing stopped, waiting for the next words.

"In three months, it will be the day when the gate of the Netherworld will be opened, and anyone who has an opportunity can enter the experience. ”

"Netherworld Gate?" Han Bing had never heard of.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, you'll find out in three months anyway. The Netherworld Gate is opened once every thousand years, and when the time comes, there will be some monks in the entire Sunset Star Monks who will be able to obtain the qualification to enter, and it is said that there are huge treasures hidden in it......" Xia Wanqi's eyes showed a look of longing.

"Can I go?" Han Bing's originally blank face showed a hint of surprise.

"As I said earlier, chances are random, and you don't have to go if you want to. Xia Wanqi glared at him and said.

"I see. Han Bing's gaze wandered.

"Okay, don't think about it deliberately, don't say it's hard to have a chance to get in, even if you go in, with your cultivation, it will be a life of nine deaths inside, just don't want to. ”

"Hmm. Han Bing nodded, although she was unwilling, what Xia Wanqi said was also the truth.

"By the way, don't go out of the sect easily in the future, the conflict between the Xiuzhen Alliance and the Undead Clan has become more and more serious recently, and the entire Cloud Mist Sect is under martial law day and night. Xia Wanqi reminded.

"Undead?"

"It came from the Sea of Death, and it is said that it was instructed by the Stormwind City Sealing God Sect......" Xia Wanqi said.

"Fengshen Sect!?" Han Bing was even more shocked.

Xia Wanqi had already known that Han Bing would have such a reaction, and at this moment there was a hint of banter in her eyes, and she said: "The sect master of the Fengshen Sect is really not simple, and I don't know what means are used to control the undead clan who are strange and withdrawn by nature. ”

"How's the battle going?" Han Bing asked in a low voice.

"At present, it seems that the strength is evenly matched, although the undead clan is strong, but the Xiuzhen Alliance is not a soft persimmon, and both sides have their own damage. ”

Xia Wanqi saw Han Bing fall silent, and said softly: "It's okay, you can go." ”

Han Bing came out of the Cui Pavilion, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time, Qing Ling, this name, like a knife carving, was imprinted in his memory, even if he forgot all the miscellaneous things, it was impossible to forget this name that had been entangled with his grievances for more than 10,000 years.