Pushing the door into the hall, a cold wind blew. Li Ying calmly released his spiritual power, and the nightmare formation diagram flashed in his mind, while taking out the contents of the storage bag and distributing them in all corners of the hall, and after setting up the formation, he walked towards another side hall.

"Wu Fang, have been investigating for so long?"

Li Ying listened to the impatient voice of the disciple outside the hall, and replied: "I must not be careful, if there is a mistake in the inspection, and tomorrow's Dharma discussion meeting is delayed, this responsibility will fall on me, and I will not lose my skin." ”

The disciples outside the hall cursed, but they didn't urge anymore.

Li Ying quickly put the objects in place again, swallowed her saliva, and walked towards the largest main hall.

Outside the main hall, there are three Jindan periods.

The exercises that run in Li Ying's body are turned into "Ten Thousand Souls", and while carefully moving, he places objects in the corners of the hall.

"Click...... Click......"

Outside the hall, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, and Li Ying's hand holding the tortoise shell shook, and the tortoise shell slipped in the palm of his hand and slipped out of his hand.

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"Bang-"

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The doors of the temple were slammed open, and the moonlight slanted into the temple.

Fei Rong frowned and swept towards the hall with his divine sense.

"Senior Sister Fei, what's wrong?" Xiao Zheng stood beside Fei Rong, and when he saw her like this, he asked suspiciously.

Fei Rong didn't answer, and after his divine sense swept across the hall, Fang said, "It's okay." It's me who is overthinking. ”

Seeing Fei Rong like this, Xiao Zheng persuaded: "Tomorrow is the Fa meeting, you should be cautious." ”

"......" Fei Rong nodded, turned around and walked back to the main hall door.

Xiao Zheng swept around the main hall with his divine sense, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he closed the door of the hall and turned to leave.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Li Ying listened to their footsteps as they walked away, breathed a long sigh of relief, and jumped off the beam.

Fei Rong, the only personal disciple of Qingliang Feng Qingyuan Daojun, was the next sect master of the Guiyi Sect in the later stage of the original work.

Li Ying put the last tortoise shell in his hand into the armor position, and then quickly formed the magic seal with both hands, and began to arrange the formation one by one along the formation in his mind.

"Rustling ......"

A flash of spiritual power struck, and the cold sweat on Li Ying's forehead flowed down her face, and her hands that cast spells were about to come out of the afterimage, and her heart was pounding with tension.

It has to be faster.

Ignoring the soreness in her arm, Shadow continued to cast the spell.

A sharp sword aura burst through the air: "Huh-"

Li Ying tilted her head slightly, and the ends of her hair were slashed off by the sword qi.

Fei Rong slashed open the door of the temple with a sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Li Ying.

Before Fei Rong split the door of the hall, Li Ying only had time to finish the last magic seal, and was slashed by her fierce sword qi.

Li Ying clutched her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

She stood up tremblingly, pulled the whip out of the storage bag, twisted her wrist, and threw the whip at Fei Rong.

Fei Rong jumped up and dodged the whip, while holding his sword in both hands and slashing at Li Ying.

"Bang-click."

Li Ying was slashed down on the wall of the hall by the sword qi, and the whip in his hand had already been cut into several pieces and scattered on the ground.

But in a breath, Fei Rong had already walked from the temple gate to Li Ying, holding a sword against her throat, and his tone was indifferent: "Say, your purpose." ”

Li Ying slowly spat out a mouthful of blood from her throat, and her upper body propped up: "My purpose ......"

Fei Rong moved the sword a few minutes away from her throat so that she could spit out the afterword.

"My purpose is ......" Li Ying saw the opportunity and slammed the teleportation charm that had been hidden in her sleeve for a long time, "You guess." ”

As soon as the word "guess" fell, when Fei Rong cut down with his sword, there was no shadow of a beautiful shadow in front of him, only a touch of blood from the sword blade.