The garden at the end of the corridor looks quiet and mysterious in the night, the moonlight is white, sprinkled on the flowers and leaves, and the night breeze brings a faint fragrance of flowers.

Jiang Wanqing quietly stared at the Akane Saliu lantern swaying in the wind above her head on the left, and at this moment she had arrived at the Falling Star Cliff, which was said to be a unique environment.

Inhaling gently and exhaling slowly, Jiang Wanqing tried to calm her slightly uneasy heart, and with the blessing of transcending her natural senses, she let her divine sense go out and integrate her body and mind into nature.

It was not discovered by the two disciples on duty.

Not long after, Jiang Wanqing had already determined that there were only two disciples on duty guarding Duanmu Xin, but their strength had already reached the Jindan stage.

She asked Yan Yu to wait at the exit of the Falling Star Cliff, and once she noticed anyone approaching, she informed her through the sound transmission jade note.

Of course, it is when the self is not exposed.

It is impossible to quietly solve the two Jindan stage disciples in the front, but Jiang Wanqing can promise to help him save people, and naturally has some means.

A spirit grass with a faint blue halo was taken out of the storage ring by her, which was her biggest bargaining chip for saving people this time.

The Misty Grass is a variant of the Misty Grass.

It was also known to her through the gift of Mu Yunzhou, and she tried to cultivate it countless times before she succeeded in one.

The original intention was to quietly release it along the fragrance of the flowers in the garden, but it would be extremely tricky for the two of them to detect it if it didn't take effect at the first time.

The difference between the Misty Fairy Grass and the Misty Grass is that the aroma is extremely light, and it can directly penetrate the monk's soul.

Jiang Wanqing hesitated for a few breaths, bit her lip slightly, and immediately released her spiritual power on the spirit grass to prepare to make a move.

Now it's ready to be fired.

With the "bang" of his heart, he nervously watched as the fragrance of flowers mixed with the fragrance of fairy grass was infiltrated by the two of them, and one of them was the first to lose consciousness and fall down.

The other person frowned, realizing that the situation was not right, and it was useless to make a move just now, and his body fell to the ground with a limp.

After being confirmed, Jiang Wanqing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, and then flashed to find the key inside the two of them, but found nothing.

Her heart sank involuntarily.

When she entered the dark corner, she saw Duanmu Xin, who was unconscious in a dark corner, and what imprisoned her was a special lock with a magic seal.

Jiang Wanqing frowned slightly, Duanmu Xin's clothes were untidy and her fragrant skin was exposed, which made a burst of nameless anger rise in her heart.

Duanmu Xin's appearance has clearly been tarnished.

A dark streamer crossed the bronze sword, and Jiang Wanqing unreservedly slashed the sword into two pieces that wanted to hinder her everything, and then called Yan Yu here with a gloomy face through the sound transmission jade note.

Finding that Yan Yu, who looked like Duanmu Xin, his eyes were distorted and resentful, and no matter how many sevens and twenty-one killed the two disciples guarding the door first, it was still difficult to understand the evil anger in his heart.

"It's over, let's get out of here."

Jiang Wanqing sighed faintly, took out her clothes from the storage ring and covered them with Duanmu Xin.

"Senior Sister Wanqing, I and Xin'er will never forget it, and we will definitely repay it in the future!"

Yan Yu gave Jiang Wanqing three salutes very solemnly, tried to suppress the surging anger in his eyes, and turned around with the girl in his arms in his arms and left in the direction planned in advance.

"Then, their storage bag, you should bring it for Duanmuxin."

Jiang Wanqing took off the storage bags of the two of them very neatly and handed them to Yan Yu's arms, and she didn't care about his grateful gaze.

The nervous escape was quite smooth, but at a corner, it still ran into an extremely tricky existence head-on.

It was obviously very close to the exit of the sect.

Under the night when the cold wind gradually rose, Jiang Wanqing's shallow eyes that were slightly raised and the blood at the bottom of her eyes flashed, and the smile that bloomed faintly revealed a hint of murderous intent.

"Senior Sister Ran, what a coincidence."