After the fifteen-day talisman conference, both the talisman master and the foreign monks breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no need to fight for the rookie list and the fame list, and the nerves that have been tense have been relaxed.

Everyone looked at the first place on the rookie list and the fifth place on the fame list, and they felt inexplicable, this was the first time they had seen someone on both lists at the same time, and if it weren't for Ling Nian's lack of competition, it would have been possible to reach the first place on the fame list.

"Some people can't compare, otherwise it's easy to get angry with themselves." After watching it for a long time, someone came to this conclusion.

"It's good to go back and copy the scroll, Ling Niantian is not just a disciple of Futian Palace." Otherwise, every year after that, there will be this pervert in the Fu Gong Conference, and they will have to be swept to death.

"Alas, thinking about it this way, when she first came, we still thought that she was not good at the foundation, and it has only been a long time, and it will become us if it doesn't work."

"It's really a sad thing, do your own thing in the future, don't talk nonsense about others, it's easy to have a painful face."

After the end of the Fu Gong Conference, the monks from all sides began to return one after another, and the name Ling Niantian appeared in front of the public again, but the accompanying words have become words such as Heavenly Lady and Rare Horns, and the scenery is infinite for a while.

"Ah, aren't you really going with us?" Xiao Xun tugged at Ling Niantian's sleeve, "Haven't you already left Futian Palace, do you want to go somewhere else?"

"There's something else to do, soon, don't worry." Finally got some news from the Xiahou clan, and she couldn't turn a blind eye.

With the strength beyond the sky, the news of the Xiahou clan could not be detected, but knowing the location, he directly checked the Window Heng Continent, and indeed got some feedback.

Three years ago, young people were sent there and left after a while, and the cycle continued over and over again, and it never stopped for three years.

The point is that the Window Heng Continent is only a Seven-Star Continent, and Ling Niantian can't understand the purpose of the Xiahou Clan's continuous sending of people over, but there must be a problem.

"Okay." Xiao Xun pouted, "Give us a message when the time comes, I'll pick you up!"

The captain has already begun to formulate an investigation plan, and Ling Niantian can be said to have offended a group of people before he entered the Jiuyao Sect.

"Okay."

Refusing Fu Jinqing's kindness to accompany him, Ling Niantian went to the Window Heng Continent alone, and he didn't even bring anyone from outside the sky.

With his toes, he knew that the Xiahou clan couldn't do anything good, and it was easy for one person to escape.

The aura of the Window Heng Continent is a little richer than that of the Fuhua Continent, and it is generally a fourth- or fifth-order monk, and Ling Niantian walks in it, and it can even be regarded as a relatively high cultivation.

However, it was only relatively rare in the early stage of the sixth order, not that it was nothing, and after looking at Ling Nian a few more times, he withdrew his gaze.

After turning around here twice, Ling Niantian didn't find any suspicions, it was a very normal place to cultivate, there were many monks, and there were many sects.

"Little two!" Ling Nian beckoned, "I'll ask you about a place."

The towel of the person running the hall hung around his neck, and he trotted in front of Ling Niantian, "Where is it, please ...... guest officer?"

Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly when he saw Ling Niantian.

"Where is Ling Shuangshan's location, can you tell me about it?"

Xiao Er's already surprised expression was even more surprised after hearing this name, "Ling Shuangshan? Where are you going?"

Ling Nian nodded, "Is there a problem with this place?"

She had also inquired with others about Ling Shuangshan's news, thinking that she might be able to get some other news.

But the Xiahou clan is too cautious, even the people here say that they are mysterious and never cooperate with other people, only knowing that a group of people come in and out every year, and they don't know anything about what the people inside are doing and where they come from.

But looking at this person, you should know something.

"Where did you come from, and you can't find your way back?"

Ling Nian's face was questioned.

But the little guy refused to say more, and left in a hurry after telling Ling Nian to dump it.

Can't find your way back? Ling Nian thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what this sentence meant.

Lingshuang Mountain is located in the southeast of the Window Heng Continent

, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, surrounded by either demon beasts or wastelands, there is no other force except those people.

Stealthy and safe.

The key is that Ling Niantian was drunk before he got close to the mountains and forests, "This place is already privately owned, outsiders are not allowed to enter, let's go!"

Walking around, there is a caretaker in an average of two or three kilometers, and his cultivation ranges from the sixth or seventh order, which is considered to be a person with a higher cultivation level in this continent, even if a local person breaks in by mistake, he will leave when he sees their cultivation.

Then this cultivation is very ingenious, so that the Xiahou clan, the powerhouse of the Huading Realm, can do it, and only send sixth-order cultivators, which means that the defense is against the locals, which is enough to deter and will not arouse suspicion because it is too high.

In other words, the secrecy is excellent, and the Xiahou people are sure that the aliens will not find this place.

How did Fu Jinqing know, and what he said was true.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Ling Niantian's mind, and they were dispelled one by one.

With the palm of her hand, she moved to a caretaker, killed him before he could speak, and then breathed into the mountains.

She is now at the door, if she can turn around and leave on the grounds that she is not well prepared and so on, then there will inevitably be no other reason for the second time, and if she retreats once, she will want to retreat countless times.

She had been waiting for a long time and didn't want to wait any longer.

The corpse was destroyed, and it should not be long before it was discovered, Ling Niantian did not stop, and went directly to the place where the aura was most dense.

There are guards at the foot of the mountain, and there are many demon beasts on the mountain, and they are trained to be extremely fierce, Ling Niantian has precise control of strength, and all of them are used to hurry, and there is no trace of leakage.

But she couldn't stand too many demon beasts, and an unknown thing on a dead branch flew into her eyes without saying a word.

It's only the size of a thumb, and the cultivation is not high, but the color is poisonous, and the attack is still a vulnerable place like the eyes.

In order to avoid excessive fluctuations in power than other demon beasts, Ling Niantian teleported behind the demon beast and forcibly crushed it to death with only a small fraction of the power of words and spirits.

The large demon beasts are okay and can be avoided completely, but these small poisonous insects are really a headache, but if they are not careful, they can really be planted in their hands.

When he found the Xiahou clan's station, Ling Niantian already had two or three bags on him, and the poison was all solved, but there was no big problem.

The house is hidden in the mountains, with red flowers and willow green, and there is a sense of harmony.

The guards here were much looser than under the mountain, and when the moonlight was sprinkled, Ling Nian hid on the roof, holding his breath and concentrating, paying full attention to the wind and grass around him.

"Today's braised elbow is delicious, and I hope the restaurant can make more in the future."

Two or three monks passed by, very relaxed, and talked about sparse and ordinary things.

"I heard that this chef is new, and it is indeed better than the previous one."

The contrast between the looseness here and the strict guards outside made Ling Niantian feel weird.

What Ling Shuangshan did should be something very important to the Xiahou clan, but this kind of thing needs a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere?

Thinking of this, Ling Niantian felt that his brain was abnormal.

What is the masterpiece of the world that is so strict with the atmosphere of the general environment.

"Did you see the number Zero-Zero-Seven, I think she can be sent back to HQ.". z.br>

Feeling that the point was coming, Ling Nian focused his attention.

"Well, she's the best one, let's send it back first to see if it's suitable for continuing to cultivate, and there are one and one five, and then we can focus on her."

The Xiahou Clan disciple thought for a moment and nodded, "She can too, but Zero Seventy-two's self-consciousness is too strong, so if she can't do it, she can send it away."

There was no beginning or end to what he said, and Ling Niantian was also in a fog when he heard it.

Are they numbered people, what the hell is self-awareness, and what are they cultivating?

The disciples walked into the house and took a few scrolls and came out, "Alas, there are still too few standards to refer to, and they are all children, I hope the next batch of people can draw new ones."

This room looks

Loaded with something very important, the disciple chained three locks, and only left after making sure that the locks were secure.

There is a ban in the room, which is why she didn't break in just now, and it is estimated that it will not be triggered only if it is opened with a key.

Glancing at the room regretfully, Ling Niantian followed the few people who left.

All the way unimpeded, they turned into a splendid and atmospheric palace, vermilion ancient wood, bookshelves with strange styles, carved into lifelike demon beasts, and a few delicate and small wall lamps hanging on the walls, which were somewhat similar to the previous decorations of the Ling clan.

Directly in front of it, there are dozens of steps high, which add some solemnity to the main hall, and the palace is very large, and it is easy for people to stand in it like dust, and it is easy to rise in awe.

However, the place where Ling Niantian lived since he was a child was bigger than here, and he didn't feel anything other than being good at hiding.

The maid came down from the high platform, took the scroll, and walked back again, presenting it to the man behind the curtain.

"It's a new drawing, Zero Zero, and we expect a lot from you, don't let us down." The Xiahou disciple spoke.

Zero Zero's seven fingers were slender and white, he reached out and took the scroll in, opened it and looked at it, and put it aside without care, chuckling: "It's you guys who don't let me down, I can naturally do what I need to do."

The disciples below looked a little unhappy at first, but their eyes immediately lit up, "Yes, that's right, that's what it looks like! Zero-Seven, you're so satisfying to me!"

Hearing this, the people above were a little displeased, "You don't have to call me by that name."

There is no lack of arrogance in the tone.

"You're not the only one like her." A disciple said in a deep voice, "It's like this sentence just now, it's very different."

That person is noble, he has been holding the moon with stars since he was a child, proud but not annoying.

When he first died, many people actually regretted it.

After a while, a voice rang out behind the curtains, "I see."

The people below sighed lightly, "Let's cultivate again, and don't send it back to the headquarters first."

Everyone is alike, but it always feels like something is missing from everyone.

The woman on the high platform bit her lip and remained silent, her eyes staring at the girl on the scroll, her thoughts uncertain.

The girl was not very old, but she could see that she was a beautiful embryo, and she was the kind that could smile and fall in love with the city, holding a book in her hand, but her eyes glanced away, her eyebrows and eyes were cunning, and her sense of agility came to her face.

Zero Zero Seven lowered her eyes, before it was a picture of a woman doing a picture, and then before it was a picture of tasting tea, each one she needed to practice for several months to have a trace of similarity, she didn't remember how many times she had practiced, when she saw this one in her hand, she felt in a trance that the person on the painting was really herself.

It wasn't until the words of the Xiahou disciple that she was pulled back to reality.

Fakes, no matter how similar they are, are just fakes.

It's just that she doesn't even know the person in the painting, so why can she only be her shadow?

The scroll was sent in several copies, and this palace was finished, and a few disciples didn't stay long, and went to other palaces.

If Ling Niantian followed, he would find that the layout of these palaces was exactly the same.

The words of the Xiahou clan disciple revealed a lot of information, and with the decoration here, Ling Niantian had to be suspicious.

She pursed her lips, her heart was not turbulent, but it was not calm in the end.

If these people are really imitating her, what is the value?

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, not knowing when she was so valuable.

The Xiahou clan is still as disgusting as ever!

Ling Niantian waited patiently for the maid to leave, and slowly walked up the steps.

Before this, she had already explored the whole palace, and found that this only looked like the Ling clan, but many details were different, for example, her vase was filled with an early morning irise, which changed every day, and the place was already a little dry.

She is stubborn, and there are more strange weapons in the room, and there are relatively fewer piano and chess.

The curtain was lifted, and Zero Zero Seven sat in front of the dresser with his back to her, "Didn't find it? It was in the gazebo where I was yesterday, and I could see it at a glance.

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As she spoke, she tilted her head.

A face is seventy percent similar to Ling Niantian.