"Nonsense! Some people in my family have been to the Western Regions, why haven't I heard of these things you said, what blood sacrifices, what mass graves, don't you talk nonsense......"

Yuan Qingwei's gaze shifted, and he saw another table, where there were six people, and four men in black were standing, guarding the central table.

The remaining two seated were women, one in a long purple dress and a half-mask that covered her face above the bridge of her nose.

The other looked young, sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a simple palace dress in emerald color, with a beautiful appearance and skin better than snow.

At this time, the girl was loudly refuting the words of the storyteller above, and her angry expression surprised the people around her.

In their opinion, there is nothing wrong with what the storyteller says, after all, the Demon Cult is not a great evil? Can you still save the world?

'Interesting! Yuan Qingwei looked at this woman, her cultivation and appearance could not attract Yuan Qingwei's attention, but the qi on her body was a little wonderful, and it was connected with the kid she was concerned about.

Yuan Qingwei, who has many gods, and even a virtual Heavenly Emperor, has his own perception of qi, and he can see that the connection between the two qis is not born from acquired communication, but congenital entanglement.

It's really getting more and more interesting! Yuan Qingwei picked up the teacup, took a sip, watched the farce below gradually subside, and the two sides returned to the guest room to rest.

Then, the young man who was entangled in cause and effect met again in the middle of the night.

"It's a shame that this kid can say it... Look at the ...... girl laughing" Yuan Qingwei leaned on the eaves and smiled as he spoke, while behind him stood the woman with the mask.

"Who are you?" The woman's breath changed up and down, and there was a trace of dark aura entwined in her palm, jumping on her fingertips like a flame, and the invisible breath gushed out, but she couldn't rush out of the one-meter range centered on Yuan Qingwei.

"It doesn't matter who I am? What matters is what is coming soon. After Yuan Qingwei finished speaking, it turned into a faint fluorescence and disappeared, leaving only one sentence in mid-air.

"In order not to cause variables, can you please sleep first?"

A hint of confusion flowed through the masked woman's pupils, and then she walked down like a shadow of the night.

"Aunt Shen, you're here!" The girl looked at the woman and said softly.

"That guy is a disciple of the Qingcheng faction." Aunt Shen's voice was soft but ethereal, not like a human, closer to a ghost: "The leader with him is Xiao Yi, who is the most likely to take over the position of head of this generation of Qingcheng disciples. ”

"The other two, the one holding the sword, should be the Ice Spirit Sword Master of this generation. Although I have long heard that the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword is in the hands of the Qingcheng faction, there has been no substantial evidence, and this time it can be regarded as solving one of my doubts over the years! ”

"As for the other two, I don't know where they came from, they should be the younger generation of the Qingcheng faction that has stood out in recent years."

When the girl heard this, she smiled slightly, and said, "Then we know another one now, the fool who passed just now, is called Lu Ping, and he also said that his name is Ping'an's Ping, Ping's Ping." ”

When Aunt Shen heard this, she seemed to be stunned for a moment, and the next moment she said softly: "Peace, is it ordinary?" ”

The girl also fell silent when she heard this.

The next day, the two groups of people left the inn almost on the front foot and the back foot, all the way to the west to a rocky and woodless, steep and towering dry mountain, Yuan Qingwei stood on top of the nine heavens, through the Sancai Guanyun Mirror watched them fight in distress.

In the end, after Lu Ping and the girl were swept into the underground dark river by a wave of water, they unravel the illusion influence on Aunt Shen, and Aunt Shen, who realized that she was affected by the illusion, looked at the direction of the girl's disappearance and immediately turned to leave.

After they left, Yuan Qingwei followed the breath he left on Lu Ping's body and came to a gravel.

Sancai watched the mirror reflect, and after the two people inside left, Yuan Qingwei entered it with the method of earth escape.

Shi Fa lived on the rocks that had fallen around him, and looked at the stone tablet in the center of the cave, on which a Taoist scripture was recorded.

'When the heaven and the earth are created, the cover is chaotic, the ignorance is not divided, the sun and the moon contain their brilliance, the heaven and the earth are mixed with their bodies, and the outline is ......'

Yuan Qingwei looked at this Taoist Sutra, a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, he had already seen that this Taoist Sutra itself was not any cultivation method, but a general outline of practice similar to the "Tao Te Ching".

Of course, this thing is a purely theoretical existence, and it has a great reference effect for monks like Yuan Qingwei who comprehend their own path, but for the vast majority of monks in this world, this thing is actually useless.

Because the cultivation system of this world has been very systematic, all the monks just need to practice step by step, it can be said that this kind of system, as long as the resources can keep up, there is no obstacle at all before Jindan.

However, in contrast, during the Jindan period, the importance of this theory would skyrocket, and it would have an important influence on the future achievements of the monks.

Therefore, this Dao Sutra in front of him is indeed the name of the Book of Heaven for the monks of this heaven and earth who want to seek the Jindan Realm.

After Yuan Qingwei wrote it down, he walked quickly in the direction where Lu Ping left.

Yuan Qingwei has some understanding of this world, but the subtleties are strange, even if the previous evolution is not much different from his memory. He wasn't sure if the memories in his head were really reliable.

Therefore, when Lu Ping met with a certain master of the Nine Heteromen who was dressed up in disguise and pretended to be a "chance encounter", Yuan Qingwei hid in the dark and observed carefully.

This master of the Nine Pyloric Sect is not bad in cultivation, and the Nine Levels of Qi Refining have already cultivated to the realm of the fifth level of refining, and the realm of mana polishing the Mixed Yuan is only one step away from Jindan.

'If there is no problem with the original plot, the cultivation of the Qingcheng faction should be the Jindan Realm, and the only problem now is that I don't know what grade of magic weapon the Tongtian Sword is. ’

Yuan Qing thought about it slightly, looked at Lu Ping, who was constantly fooled below, and couldn't even hold the magic weapon in his hand, and said with a smile: "Ren Qianxing, you are so interested!" Teasing juniors here, when, you are so free in the Nine Pyloric Gate! ”

Saying that, Yuan Qingwei came to Lu Ping's side, caught his magic weapon, threw it back into Lu Ping's hand, and said: "Don't listen to him, this magic weapon in your hand, although the material is a little evil, but if you have a clear conscience, it doesn't hurt, and your Qingcheng vein of treasure refining method is quite commendable, you spend hundreds of years, you can't turn it into a righteous divine soldier." ”

"Your Excellency is right! The magic weapon in the world, if you want to talk about the heaviest evil qi and kill the most, it must be the Tongtian Sword of the Qingcheng faction, but the Qingcheng faction can keep its sword qi pure and not evil, which is obviously unique in refining treasures. ”

Ren Qianxing first nodded yes, then looked at Lu Ping and said, "But how do you know that this kid can do it?" ”

"If you think he can't do it, will he come at this time?" Yuan Qing sneered slightly: "Ren boy, I advise you to go back, I owe this kid karma in his previous life, and now I have to come back to pay off the debt!" If you want to do something to this kid, then I can only say sorry to you! ”

As he spoke, Yuan Qingwei flicked his long sleeves, and the mana of the Qing Sage condensed in the sleeves, turning into a wind and rolling towards Ren Qianxing.

Ren Qianxing's pupils contracted slightly, and the black qi on the top rose, turning into a light to cover himself, but the incomparably condensed mana that had obviously been polished by the gang was powerless under Yuan Qingwei's mana.

Ren Qianxing took dozens of steps back in a row before he stabilized his figure, looked at Yuan Qingwei and said in horror: "Shangsanpin Jindan real person!" ”