"Okay, Murong Mian, if you find anything, you might as well say it directly."

When Murong Lei turned her phoenix eyes to her father in the hall, Murong Bing, who had been silent beside her, frowned slightly, and finally looked at him intently.

"Exactly, nothing was discovered. Because, after all, I haven't seen the theft site yet. ”

Murong Mian's expression was slightly stunned, he shook his head slowly, and then added: "So what I said just now is just a hypothesis, and it doesn't explain anything. But in short, the thief must still be in the ancient city of Xiangxiu. ”

"How can you be sure that the thieves are still in the ancient city?"

A slender woman's serious inquiry voice came, Murong Lei's eyebrows raised slightly, and her thoughts seemed to gradually become clear as the other party guided her.

"This ......"

"The mirror envoy - Murong Xi has arrived!"

When Murong Mian looked at Murong Lei and was about to think about answering, on the edge of the platform in front of the hall, there was a sudden loud voice of the guard.

And with the greeting of the guards, in front of the chamber, a middle-aged woman dressed in white gauze, with long black hair hanging down to her waist, under the hair, covered her face with gauze, and only her eyebrows were exposed. But the eyebrows and eyes seem to be extremely empty and clear, as if they can see through people's hearts.

This woman is the same generation as Murong Yuan and others, the only daughter of the previous patriarch, Murong Xi. Because she has never been married, she is still a virgin, so she has become the handmaiden who is in charge of the holy relics of the Murong clan - Cangxun Mirror.

The Canghyun Mirror, created by the ancestors of the Murong clan and included the Floating Heavenly Heavens in the Otherworld, ranked tenth, and was a Xuanpin mid-level foreign body.

It is rumored that it was poured by Murong Pan, an ancient refining master, and its mirror chaos is like the beginning of heaven and earth, showing colorful brilliance, containing ripples and long-lasting. Once it is impregnated with the blood of the Murong clan's relatives and daughters, it can activate its most magical Fantasy Realm.

Therefore, from the images presented by the mirror, you can directly explore the location of all the magic weapons of the Murong clan.

Murong Xilian moved lightly, slowly walked into the hall, came to the front of everyone in the hall, and finally stood and stopped. In the palm of her hand, she was holding the Holy Mirror of the Murong clan.

"I've seen Aunt Xi!"

Although the members of the Fire Character Clan standing in the hall were only the same age as Murong Xi, as juniors, everyone still bowed down respectfully after looking at each other.

"Hmm." Murong Xi's gaze swept over everyone, and then he raised his head slightly, looked at Murong Yuan, and also slowly leaned over, "Patriarch." ”

"Then I'll trouble you, let's get started."

After Murong Yuan gave a simple gesture and command to Murong Xi, he gradually closed his bright and moving eyes. And the former's slightly pale complexion couldn't help but turn solemn again at this moment.

Murong Yuan's words have always been harsh on weekdays, but when the last words fell, they seemed quite peaceful and respectful. Obviously, although Murong Xi is his sister in terms of relationship, the latter's honorable status as the saint in charge is no less than the head of his own clan.

"Okay, then please follow me to the open space in front of the hall."

After receiving the request, Murong Xi nodded slightly, and the jade hand that picked up the handle of the mirror slowly clenched, and then commanded everyone in the hall in an ethereal soft voice.

Murong Yuan was the first to get up, and on both sides of it, the second elder Qianbai, who had been standing quietly, also took steps and followed the patriarch slowly towards the front of the hall. It wasn't until the three of them came out of the open-air jade open field that a group of people from the fire clan behind them followed.

Murong Mian, on the other hand, chose the eaves of the door to sit down lazily rather casually, but the gaze that looked at Murong Xi looked bright.

The lotus step moved lightly to the center of the stone platform in the open field, Murong Xi stood still, then slowly raised his right hand, put the mirror vertically, and stretched out the jade finger of his left hand like a green onion, and gently swiped at the sharp point of the mirror edge, and suddenly several drops of red blood flowed out from the fingertips, and then infected the mirror, which was quickly absorbed and dissipated by the mirror.

And at the moment when the blood dissipated from the mirror, the originally quiet and ordinary Canghyun Mirror suddenly became restless at this moment. The entire mirror surface and mirror body exude a thick blue and white brilliance.

Wave after wave of energy ripples visible to the naked eye, like rippling water waves, spread violently in all directions with the mirror body as the center.

Feeling this rare magical and powerful power, everyone present, except for the patriarch Murong Yuan, the two elders of Qianbai and the four saints beside him, almost all of them witnessed the opening of the Cangxian mirror for the first time, so a pair of double eyes were covered by a look of amazement.

"This Canghyun Mirror is not an aggressive foreign object, but it still has such a powerful energy. I really don't know what terrifying power the Holy Rank Divine Soldier, who is in the top three on the Tianji List of the Floating Life Rankings and is born of immortal sages, should have......"

When the Cangxun Mirror was exerting its magical power, Murong Mian, who was sitting lazily on the edge of the lintel, gradually narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart fluctuated layer by layer, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit about it.

The clan of the Murong clan, in its heyday, was indeed handsome and demonic, and all kinds of refining masters spent a lifetime of energy, just for future generations to protect the ancient city of Xiangxiu, so they created these many divine weapons for future generations to use.

In the air, the light flow surged, and the layers of ripples gradually began to dense, and finally completely turned into transverse waves and dispersed. After about a minute, the ripples gradually turned to converge. When the last trace of energy was recovered, the original single mirror like mercury slowly began to have a picture emerge!

"Is this the condensation of the Canghyun Mirror? Sure enough, it's amazing. ”

The people of the clan around the stone platform who had seen this thing for the first time, after seeing the image slowly appearing on the mirror, their eyes lit up again, and the corners of their mouths opened slightly, and they all sighed in unison.

However, while everyone was staring at the image in the mirror quite seriously, one of the people present in the hall seemed a little uneasy. His gaze was not completely focused on the mirror, but his eyes wandered for a moment, as if he was looking for something in the darkness around him.

On the mirror, the picture presented is the treasure loft before it was set on fire. The field of vision gradually pulled inward, and faintly, there seemed to be a figure in black, which slowly became clear.

Although this person is still veiled, the eyes exposed above the veil reveal his identity!

Murong Can, the eldest son of Murong Yuan, who was the first to identify the black-clothed man in the mirror, suddenly lost his voice at this moment. And the originally hidden sharp aura in his whole body also erupted uncontrollably.

"It's him?! How could it be—"

After Murong Can, the rest of the people present also recognized him one by one, and when they met each other's eyes, a strong look of shock also appeared. Especially the old man standing in front of the stands, the patriarch Murong Yuan, his face was even more cold and gloomy at this moment.

The audience was in an uproar, and the atmosphere changed suddenly. Only in the center of the stone platform, the white-clothed shadow, still has a pretty face like ice, and his expression is calm, and he has never made the slightest wave due to foreign affairs......

About 10 kilometers west of the Yongning district of Santa Fe, deep in the mountains, there is a one-way road that winds and winds to the end of the mountain.

At the end of a hilly area, there is a township called Qingping Town. It is no longer part of the territory of Santa Fe, but at the junction of the other two provinces, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, it seems natural and quiet.

And at this moment, on the streets of this quaint town, a long-haired girl in a lilac blouse and casual trousers is walking slowly, occasionally accosting one or two local residents on the side of the road, whispering something to them.

The girl's face looked extremely delicate and familiar, because she was Fang Ziyin, who had come here alone from Santa Fe not far away dozens of miles before, looking for the person in the letter.

Under the clear blue sky, it was cloudless, and the sun poured down, reflecting in the mottled buildings and woods of the town. In front of a quiet old village, the courtyard is forested, and it is half-hidden. In front of the house, there is a captive loess clearing, in which flocks of chickens and ducks peck back and forth.

"Squeak-"

In front of the peaceful and pleasant hut, with a sudden sound of pushing the door, it was completely broken, and the hurried arrival of an uninvited guest inadvertently changed the old appearance of this place for many years.

Walking on the gravel and dirt trail, the purple-clothed girl walked slowly forward, and finally came to the house where the family lived, and then stopped and looked intently.

"Is this where Aunt Shen's classmate lives now? It's really remote. It seems that in order to stay away from the right and wrong of the year, she can indeed endure this loneliness. ”

Fang Ziyin's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, contemplating in her heart, and after a while, she slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, took a lotus step again, came to the half-hidden door, and gently pressed it.

"Excuse me, anyone?"

However, when the voice of inquiry fell, no one answered. After waiting for about five minutes, Fang Ziyin couldn't bear to spend such time, so she didn't care about it anymore, and saw that the door was only half-hidden, so she pushed the door open and walked in slowly......

On one of the widest roads in the whole town at the entrance to Qingping Town, there is a red Porsche slowly moving in the middle of it.

And this sports car, which is quite familiar in appearance, is naturally Mo Qingfeng's exclusive driver's seat. When Fang Ziyin had already found the detailed address, Mo Qingfeng, who was driving to find it, finally arrived here.

However, the people of the whole town have rarely been to the big city in their lives, and nowhere have they seen such an expensive brand-name sports car except on television.

Therefore, before Mo Qingfeng drove the car into the center of the town, there was already a large group of novelty people in the town, who surrounded his car from front to back, left and right, all kinds of strokes and watches, and talked frequently, and his face was full of all kinds of surprises and envy, so that Mo Qingfeng could not drive an inch at all.