The six of them greeted each other while running, and the young man who was condensing Jing hugged his fists and thanked him: "The two Taoist friends thank you for your help, and Shushan sent Feng Chengqing to thank you." ”

The other three people also raised their hands to salute, Bei Mingxuan smiled and shook his head, took out another miasma exorcism umbrella from the storage bag, and put away the originally damaged umbrella.

Xuewen smiled: "Senior brothers, senior sisters, you're welcome, we are a family." My name is Chen Xuewen, and my parents are both descendants of the Shushan faction, and this big brother of the Northern Ming Xuan has a deep relationship with the Shushan faction, and I came here to visit Shushan. ”

Among the disciples of Shushan, a young female disciple in her twenties asked suspiciously, "Chen Xuewen, what are the names of your parents?"

Xuewen replied: "My father is a good name, and my mother is a good person..."

The female disciple shouted, "Your mother is Shi Chengjin?"

Xuewen listened and replied: "Yes, senior sister, how do you know?"

The female disciple stepped forward and grabbed Xuewen's hand and said, "Your mother is my aunt, and I am your cousin Shi Xuehua." You're still alive, it's been six years, I can't imagine you're still alive, it's great, my uncle doesn't know how happy he is. ”

Xuewen muttered, "Cousin, brother-in-law, you said that my father, he..."

Shi Xuehua said: "Yes, brother-in-law, he and several fellow disciples broke out and returned to Shushan with the talismans and magic weapons left by the ancestors. Your father searched for you everywhere, and without any news, he thought that you were only seven years old... Needless to say, thank God for blessing, you are finally back. ”

The blood affection made Xuewen's tears flow uncontrollably, and he had always thought that his father who was killed by Zhong Miaomen was still alive, and he met his uncle's daughter and his cousin. No matter how much he experienced the wind and rain, he was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, hugging Shi Chenghua and crying bitterly. The feeling of finally finding relatives is so warm and sweet, and everyone surrounds them to comfort them.

After a long time, Bei Mingxuan asked, "Brother Feng, who is the other party, how can they fight in this Meiling Mountain Range?"

Feng Chengqing said: "The other party is a disciple of Zhongmiaomen, and with the hatred of the sects of both sides, if they meet by chance in this mountain range, they will naturally fight to the death when they meet." We are outnumbered, but fortunately, the sword formation of the master sect is maintained, otherwise we would not have survived the help of Brother Beiming and Senior Brother Xuewen. ”

It turned out to be a disciple of the Miao Sect, and because of the Miao Nightmare, Bei Ming Xuan had no good impression of this sect. Xuewen said: "Senior Brother Feng, since it belongs to Zhongmiaomen, then let's go and kill it." ”

Feng Chengqing said with some embarrassment: "Senior brother, the revenge of killing my mother is not the same as the sky, but our strength is not as good as the other party, those two Ning Jing monks have good combat strength, and their mutual cooperation is also very tacit, not inferior to us, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years." ”

Xuewen said with a grin: "Senior Brother Feng, don't worry, my eldest brother's combat power is strong." ”

Shi Xuehua patted him on the head: "This is not a joke. ”

Xuewen Zhengse said: "Really, I don't believe you ask." ”

Bei Mingxuan was not pretentious: "Brother Feng, I can resist the person with hair and earrings, what do you think will be arranged?"

Feng Chengqing asked in surprise: "Brother Beiming, that person is the strongest on the other side, are you sure?"

Bei Mingxuan replied: "Yes, I saw them make a move, it should be no problem." ”

Feng Chengqing thought of the spirit beast Xuan Turtle of the Northern Underworld, and estimated that based on this, his defensive magic weapon was not bad, and it should be okay to defend for a while. Feng Chengqing has been chased and killed by the other party in the past few days, and now he can't suppress the urge to kill back even if he gets help.

He said, "Okay, everyone work together, Brother Beiying, you will resist that Fa Monk for a while, just hold on for a while, and I will come to your aid after killing another Ning Jing Monk as soon as possible." Xue Hua, the three of you and the junior brother of Xuewen stopped the remaining six together. ”

The assignment has been decided, and after some discussion, everyone has decided to return and walk slowly according to the route they came. As analyzed by the Northern Mystery, the eight people of the Zhongmiaomen were unable to cast spells and magic weapons in the peach blossom miasma, and the other party's miasma umbrella had been injured by their iron ruler, so they must not be able to hold on for a long time, so they had retreated to the edge of the cliff. The opposite gophers were unable to cross the ravine, and they had gradually dispersed, and only a few sparsely landed on the opposite side to reconnoitre.

The eight people sat or stood with a relaxed demeanor, taking turns to hold the line with their divine senses. After a while, the disciples on duty whistled, and the eight of them jumped up and ran to the left. I saw Bei Mingxuan and the others holding the broken miasma umbrella, the treasure umbrella was already dark and collapsing, and the six of them fled from the peach blossom miasma in embarrassment.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Miaomen laughed: "Shushan thief, look where you are going." ”

The six of them didn't talk, they just struggled to escape. Zhong Miaomen followed closely, and after a while, the distance between the eight people was opened, and two Ning Jing cultivators were chasing at the front. After the miasma umbrella shattered, the six people of Bei Mingxuan and the other six stopped as if they had nothing to do. The disciples of the Miaomen were overjoyed, and the magic weapons of the two condensing crystal disciples were an iron ruler and a flying knife roaring to catch up. Feng Chengqing sacrificed the flying sword, took the flying knife, and the two fought together.

Bei Mingxuan obliquely blocked in front of everyone, Yuan Gang shielded himself, and the green dragon sword turned into a blue light and slammed directly at the man with the iron ruler. The two battle groups led to the left and right, and Shi Chenghua and the other 4 people had formed a sword formation, and behind them was a huge black giant tortoise, and the mouth sprayed water to meet the six Rongyuan Realm disciples of the Zhongmiao Sect who were chasing behind.

The battle of the three foreign war groups is tight, Feng Chengqing is anxious, his skill is slightly higher than that of the opponent, but the opponent's flying knife magic weapon is quite agile, although it is slightly inferior, but it can resist his flying rainbow sword. The fire crow that kept spewing out of a gourd he sacrificed was entangled in the layers of wind and waves sent out by the other party's cyan flag. After fighting for a long time, he was worried that his junior brothers and sisters would not be able to stop him, and what he was most afraid of was the man with the hair, if Bei Mingxuan missed, they would only have to escape.

Taking the time to sweep away, I couldn't help but be surprised and delighted, the three junior brothers, junior sisters, and Xuewen with the assistance of the Xuan Turtle that Bei Ming Xuan insisted on leaving behind, the sword net and the layers of water walls could resist the opponent. Xuewen's younger brother's comprehension of the sword array is very fast, and now he is also cooperating, although the other 6 people are shouting, magic weapons, and ghosts are flying around, they are helpless.

Bei Mingxuan's place was even more unexpected to him, the left cheek of the man with hair was blurred with blood, a broken ear on the ground, and an earring that was cut in half, which was actually injured by Bei Mingxuan. Although the magic weapon of the iron ruler in the air smashed up and down and left and right around the North Immortal Xuan, Yuan Gang Shield could easily block it in a good time.

The man with the hair had a black soul banner and black mist rolling above his head, connected to a hideous ghost head. The evil ghost had two horns, one green hair, two eyes like copper bells, and four fangs flashing with cold light, but he was wandered around by the Qinglong Sword, shaved his hair and flew away, and his skin and bones splashed miserably.

The bearded man's body was surrounded by vines covered with hard thorns, and although he danced closely with his two scimitars with both hands, cutting the vines into pieces, he did not seem to have hurt the roots, and in his haste he did not even have time to pick up the severed ears on the ground. This situation seems to be standing leisurely, and the Northern Darkness Xuanda, who is holding a delicate longbow, has the upper hand.

Under Feng Chengqing's agitated mood, the Feihong Sword was forced by the opponent's flying knife and narrowly slashed in front of him. He was busy reining in his mind and dealing with it carefully, and his combat power played well under peace of mind, killing the opponent to the point of defeat, the flying knife was hit hard by the Feihong Sword and fell into the dust, Feng Chengqing was overjoyed and was about to command the Feihong Sword to kill the enemy.

Suddenly, I saw that the other party's eyes were sluggish, his hands and feet were stiff, vines poured out of his mouth one by one, and a blue light flashed back from the back of the opponent's neck. It turned out that Bei Mingxuan had killed the man with the hair, and the Qinglong Sword and the little ghost killed the opponent from behind at the same time, taking the opponent's life in an instant. The vines wrapped up the corpse in a single breath.

Bei Mingxuan's eyes signaled, and the two of them, one green and one white, forced the six disciples of the Miaomen who saw the tragic death of the two senior brothers and just wanted to escape. With Bei Mingxuan and Feng Chengqing joining the battle group, the outcome can be imagined.

It turned out that Bei Ming Xuan faced the old trick of the man with the hair, and the Qinglong Sword quickly bypassed the iron ruler ushered by the other party, and a spiritual stab made the opponent's brain feel a sharp pain. Fortunately, the man with the hair has deep skills and rich combat experience, seeing the abnormal movement of the Qinglong Sword, his head has naturally thrown to the right, and the earring in the left ear quickly became larger and detached from the left ear and turned into a copper ring and smashed into the Qinglong Sword, which was cut in half by the Qinglong Sword.

But just like that, the man with the hair barely recovered, and slashed the green dragon sword on the side of his head against his face, cutting off one of his ears. The man with the hair endured the pain and sacrificed the ghost face flag, and released the blue-faced ghost head to block the green dragon sword, and before he could recover his senses, a thick ghost vine appeared under his feet, and instantly stretched out countless vine branches and rolled towards him.

The man with the hair let out a loud shout, and a strong true element mixed with pieces of solid flakes like gold and jade came out of his body. Blasting the vines open, he took out two more scimitars and waved them to resist, and then distracted himself and commanded the iron ruler to smash towards the North Xuan, which was blocked by the opponent's Yuan Gang shield.

Bei Mingxuan calmly took out the elf bow, the five element arrows slowly condensed, a thick silver long arrow condensed on the bow, and Bei Mingxuan raised the bow and aimed it at the po-haired man.

First, Xiaoyan and Xiaoya were still recovering from the injuries caused by the peach blossom barrier, and secondly, Bei Mingxuan didn't want to show his strength too much, so he only released the little ghost. But just like that, the man with the hair was already doing his best, and although he still had a few magic weapons in his storage bag, he couldn't take them out and use them.

In his desperate gaze, a silver arrow roared, and although the earring in his right ear flew up to block it, it was cut off by the Blue Dragon Sword. The blue-faced ghost head summoned by the ghost-faced banner over there has been split in half, and it will not be able to recover for a while. Immediately, a sharp arrow passed through his chest, and his body was suddenly covered by green vines, and there was no more sound.

At the end of the battle, Feng Chengqing and the other four looked at Bei Mingxuan with a little more awe. No one thought that a monk who had not yet completed the consummation of the late stage of Rongyuan could overwhelm the middle stage of condensation, and the combat power exerted by this opponent in the middle stage of condensation in the battle with them made them feel a lot of pressure.

The little ghost quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and the eight storage bags were sent to Bei Mingxuan, he only took the storage bag of the man with the hair, and the rest motioned for the little ghost to send it to Feng Chengqing and the others. Everyone politely pushed and conceded, Feng Chengqing only took the storage bag of the Ning Jing monk who fought with him, Xuewen took one, and Shi Chenghua and the three of them divided 5 of them, seeing that everyone was excited, it seemed that the harvest was not small.

Bei Mingxuan set up an umbrella to drive away miasma, and the six of them sat down, and Xuewen chirped about his experience and the process of Bei Mingxuan's journey all the way south. Shi Xuehua felt the miserable experience of a seven-year-old child who had survived alone for six years, and couldn't help but burst into tears, hugging Xuewen and sighing. Feng Chengqing comforted softly on the side, it seems that the two have a great relationship. After that, Bei Mingxuan inquired about the recent situation of Shu Mountain, and also learned a general idea.