Early in the morning, while the little ones were still asleep, the girl had already left.

Even if there is a grandmother to take care of it, the orphanage is still a lot deserted. Ning Jian and Dong Shun still take a lot of time out of their days to play with the children.

The security of Tianshui City became more and more tight, and all the foreign monks were censored many times, and there were many casualties in the fight.

But this is second, one morning, a large number of hunting parties returned to the south gate with a complaint, and at the same time brought back a piece of news.

"The Jinyang Sect has closed the mountain. ”

It is said that a six-rank spirit beast was found, which is in the depths of Ziyun Mountain. The Jinyang Sect sent people to seal all the entrances to the mountain overnight, and the corpses of those infiltrators on the ground became the best ban.

But it's strange here, ordinary people don't know, and those monks of the hunting team all understand that the six-rank spirit beast is comparable to the existence of the Venerable Tattoo.

Tattoo Scholar, Tattoo Master, Tattoo Master, Tattoo Venerable, this Jinyang Sect does not even have a master at the level of Tattoo Master, how to talk about hunting and killing the Six Rank Spirits****** Hope and curiosity are the original sin of human beings, and a group of monks who have nothing to do stop and watch at the foot of the mountain every day, and there is no lack of fantasy of adventure from the sky in their hearts. There is no consciousness as the lowest level spirit tattoo master.

After all, it is a six-grade spirit beast, whether it is fur or sinew, it is a good material for refining. Not to mention that innate essence blood, whether it is to improve the cultivation or the spirit pattern to advance to the level, it is a rare treasure.

Three days later, there were many strange faces in the city, all of whom had come from the surrounding cities to hear the news. For a time, all the rooms of the inn were full.

In the early morning of another day, the mighty sightseeing team set off again, and in the crowd, Ning Jian lowered the bamboo hat on his head.

..........

In the depths of Ziyun Mountain, inside the tent temporarily set up by the Jinyang Sect.

The two disciples, Yang Yi and Yang Jian, are reporting.

"Yesterday, the disciples had already searched all the south side of the mountain, leaving two people to guard it. Today, we will start to close the east and west sides for investigation. ”

Ziguang Zhenren looked at the mountain map in his hand and asked, "What about your senior brother?"

"Back to the master, the number of people gathered at the foot of the mountain is a bit large, Senior Brother Zhou Haojiang went to check. ”

In the other corner, two women were roasting on the fire, and although it was the end of March, the spring cold was still a little freezing.

"I said Ziguang, look at you, take the three disciples to busy before and after. With a word from the master, even our master and apprentice two weak women were called to the deep mountains and old forests to be frozen. It's still not as idle as some people. The last sentence means something.

Ning Duwu stepped forward and said kindly: "Uncle Yu, Uncle Ziguang, the two and their disciples are the pillars of the sect, so the head of the sect has entrusted them with important tasks. My master has been in poor health recently, and my brother can only stay in the mountains to take care of him. Before leaving, I gave a thousand instructions to let me fully cooperate with the two elders. ”

The jade fairy shook the melon seed shell in his hand to the ground, and the disciple Ye Wenxun handed over a cup of hot tea.

"That's not exactly. In this way, Xie Shien, the disciple of the senior brother in charge, why didn't he come to help while living in your house. ”

Ning Duwen said with a smile: "It's not a secret, Senior Brother Xie is gathering his thoughts, and it will probably not be long before he will impact the tattoo master." ”

As soon as these words came out, Yang Yi and Yang Jian in the tent, including the Jade Fairy, were taken aback.

If they remember correctly, Xie Shien has only been in the mountain for two years, and when he enters the sect of the senior brother in charge, he will become a spirit tattoo master.

Still about to ask, Ziguang Zhenren on the side knocked on the table with the end of the pen, "Don't make any noise, let's get the current matter done first." ”

Seven days ago, a little girl carved in pink and jade, followed by a middle-aged guard, came to Jinyang Sect.

Without any recommendation from the post, he directly broke into the Yunqi Hall on the top of the mountain.

At the moment of the great enemy, everyone thought that the head of the family would order the enemy to be punished together. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged guard took out a portable token and calmed down the incident.

According to the little girl, on the way, her spirit pet ran into Ziyun Mountain carelessly. Because of this sentence, the senior brother in charge sent most of the disciples in the sect and many spirit pattern masters, led by Ziguang Zhenren, to be sure to fully assist in the search.

The little girl always refused to reveal the appearance and characteristics of the spirit pet, and the head didn't dare to take the initiative to ask. The huge Ziyun Mountain, I don't know where to find it, and when to find it.

Thinking of the scene that day, the Jade Fairy pursed her lips, "Damn little boy, it's really a bastard to call us like this because of some family background." ”

Ziguang Zhenren sensed the surroundings of the tent, confirmed that no one was on the side, and said solemnly: "The six-grade spirit beasts mentioned by those fools under the mountain are naturally false. ”

The trio is a tiger, and rumors tend to spread most quickly.

"The latest news came from the sect, and the little girl finally spoke, and the spirit pet she lost was the nine-life mongoose of the seventh grade. ”

There was a dumbest sight inside the tent.

..........

Senior brother Zhou Haojiang has come to an entrance at the foot of the mountain.

There were no less than 300 people gathered in front of him, and although there was no wave yet, the noisy shouts were already loud.

"It's been five days, and your Jinyang Sect has occupied this place, and you don't let people pass. ”

"It's just that I don't have the ability to catch spirit beasts, and I still seal a fart mountain. ”

"Do you know how much Grandpa has been delayed, let us in quickly. ”

It is fake to delay the hunting trade, and most of these people present are coming for spirit beasts.

The smell of gunpowder is getting stronger and stronger, and with just the four or five disciples in front of him, once an incident occurs, he will definitely not be able to resist these thugs.

Zhou Haojiang walked to the front and took off a string of prayer beads in his hand.

"The Jinyang Sect is doing things, and the idle people are scattered. ”

The crowd tended to retreat, but it still didn't retreat. In the crowd in the rear, those who didn't dare to show their faces continued to shout foul language.

Duh!

Twelve prayer beads burst out, flew in front of everyone at an undetectable speed, and then returned to their hands.

Half a beat late, there was a burst of roaring in the air around him.

More than a dozen people at the front of the crowd fell to the ground and died in an instant, their brains mixed with plasma gurgling out of the circular wound on their temples.

"Whoa. ”

The uniform movements, the same sound, everyone couldn't help but take three steps back, and their faces were already terrified.

"In half a moment, give me as far as I can. Zhou Haojiang's voice matched the bloody scene in front of him, making people shudder.

Several disciples on the side straightened their waists and showed their swords in their hands and waited for battle.

No longer looking at these frightened rats, Zhou Haojiang turned around and wanted to leave.

Holding a rosary in his hand, he realized that something was wrong.

One, two, three.......... X.XI.

One less!

Before he could be alerted, another air explosion sounded, but it was too late.

Beside Zhou Haojiang, a disciple fell to the ground on his back, already out of breath.

In the middle of the throat, the lost rosary was embedded in it.