Hearing Lu Linxi's words, the man with the hat took off the hat, and it was Yao Chong, who had disappeared for a while.

Bei Ming Xiu stepped forward with a smile and said, "Brother Yao...... It's time to call you Senior Brother. ”

Yao Chong said with a smile: "The master sent the sword book to tell me, I was still a little curious at the time, and I haven't congratulated you on getting started." ”

He pointed to the hat in Beiming's hand and asked, "I also bought it at the house in the east of the city?"

Bei Ming Xiu nodded and said, "It's cheap and easy to use." ”

Lu Linxi coughed lightly and said, "Although it is embarrassing to disturb you that your senior brother knows each other, but Brother Yao, it stands to reason that you should have run to the Demon Domain a long time ago? Your junior brother has attracted all the attention here, so he shouldn't want to see you appear here, right?"

Yao Chong looked at the City Lord's Mansion and said, "Xiao Song has always been messing around, if you don't come to see it, I don't worry." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "But Aunt Luo and Uncle Qu are here, so I can rest assured." ”

Bei Ming Xiu raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard something interesting.

He finally understood that Luo Qingchen asked him to call himself Sister Qingchen, not only to shorten the distance between the two sides, but more importantly, to make himself sound young.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he said to Yao Chongzheng: "Senior brother, are you leaving?"

Yao Chong nodded and said, "Yes, when you go to the Demon Domain, you always have to face it." ”

In just a few words, there is a lot of helplessness hidden.

As the prince of the Demon Domain, even if he has no feelings for that family, he has to go back and take a look.

Bei Mingxiu was silent for a moment and said, "Senior brother, maybe you can help me first?"

Lu Linxi suddenly figured out what the Northern Meditation Cultivator wanted to do, and exclaimed: "You are crazy, the immortals are fighting and mortals are suffering, aren't you going to set yourself on fire?"

Bei Mingxiu stared at the person hiding in the white tiger with burning eyes, and said calmly, "He is one of the murderers who killed my father. ”

Avenging his father is justified, and Bei Mingxiu's tone is very resolute, Lu Linxi can't refute it, and seeing that Yao Chong has no intention of objecting, he has to remain silent.

Compared with Lu Linxi, Yao Chong knew more, and the sword book that Shang Yunjian passed on to him had already written the life experience of the Northern Immortal Cultivator.

It is impossible for the Northern Meditation Cultivator to come down from the top of the clouds alone, only it is possible to come down with Luo Qingchen.

This means that the master and the master acquiesce to his actions.

Yao Chong stretched out his hand against Beiming Xiu's back and said, "If it weren't for the fear that the Chongming Sword would cause a sensation, I might have made a move." ”

Bei Mingxiu smiled: "Your share, leave it to me." ”

Lu Linxi chuckled, put his hand on Bei Ming Xiu's back, and said, "Since that's the case, count me in." ”

"Even if you can only give that guy a small cut, I have a credit for this little cut. ”

Bei Mingxiu smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

Northern Meditation Cultivator took a deep breath, and the Heavenly Dao ran his whole body, and the surrounding spiritual power was continuously injected into his body.

With a clear sound, the Cold Shadow Sword was already unsheathed and fell into the hands of the Northern Immortal Cultivator, and the sword body felt the continuous injection of spiritual power and couldn't help trembling.

Yao Chong and Lu Linxi each took a deep breath and smoothly entered the spiritual power into the Northern Darkness Cultivator's body.

Lu Linxi didn't know about the existence of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, he just wanted to investigate whether the old injuries in this guy's body had healed by the way, but he found that his spiritual power was directly assimilated as soon as he entered the meridians of the Northern Meditation Cultivation, and he lost his control, raised his eyebrows, and didn't say anything, continued to inject spiritual power, and said: "So greedy, I really doubt that you will directly explode on the spot." ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled slightly, and did not answer, but the tremor of the Cold Immortal Sword in his hand became more and more intense, and a white mist rose from the sword.

It was the overflowing cold air of the Northern Underworld.

"It's okay, he can't hold on any more. ”

Yao Chong let go of his hand and said to Lu Linxi.

Lu Linxi happily withdrew his palm, shook his head and said, "I used to think that this guy was an evil sect, but I didn't expect it to be so evil." ”

Yao Chong didn't speak, and took a few steps back.

Lu Linxi was puzzled, and after doing so, he found that the place where he was originally standing had formed a layer of hoarfrost at the moment, and it was full of cold.

He couldn't help but shudder.

The ice of the Northern Meditation Cultivation, he had learned it before, and he even forced the suspicious Zhu Yi to the point that life was worse than death, which was not an ordinary cold that could be described.

In the past, the Northern Meditation Cultivator had always been able to control them very well, but now that this cold had spread under his feet, it was obviously very difficult for him to control them.

"Is he okay?" Lu Linxi asked uncertainly.

The worry between Yao Chong's eyebrows was fleeting, and he said with a smile: "It's okay, it's the first time he's used so much spiritual power, and it's a little leaky, he knows the measure, and it's going to be fine." ”

Lu Linxi sighed, looked at the Cold Sword in Bei Ming Xiu's hand, and praised: "Such a good sword, I don't know if he has learned any subtle swordsmanship in Wu'an Sword Peak, just to open his eyes." ”

"I'm ashamed to say that although I knew he was a year ago, I have never seen him since, let alone how good he has been. Yao Chong felt the sword intent surging on the Cold Underworld Sword, and his eyes were full of relief.

"But I'm sure I can't catch this sword. ”

......

Ning Zhurong's eyes were bloodshot, almost madly driving the White Tiger Seal.

Before, he thought that he would deliver a blow that he was destined to win, but he suddenly felt dizzy in the sea, and he was unable to gather spiritual power, and even the white tiger almost dissipated.

This second of distraction made his situation worse than any worse.

Colorful flowers have been attached to the white tiger and are constantly penetrating inward.

The Locking Circle was shrinking, trying to lock him in completely.

Ning Zhurong gritted his teeth, and immediately crushed the white tiger seal in his hand.

The white tiger in the sky let out a wail, and it exploded directly, and the aftermath shook the Lock Spirit Array, and a powerful wave of qi surged towards Liyang City below.

If left unchecked, a large number of houses in the city will be devastated.

Luo Qingchen's face changed, the sound of the flute turned low again, and the seven-colored flowers fell to the ground, blocking the aftermath of the explosion together with the scattered spiritual ink.

Blood was already pouring from the corners of her lips hidden behind the veil, and her flute voice was slightly scrambled.

Qu Youyuan covered his mouth and coughed lightly, ignoring the red in his palm, and looked at the figure who was fleeing frantically.

When you come, the fairy wind is bone, and when you retreat, you can cross the street rat, nothing more than this.

He knew that Ning Zhurong blew up the White Tiger Seal and fled, although it was a huge loss to him, it was the only way to save his life.

But he gave up the White Tiger Seal in order to save his life, a holy envoy who gave up his own seal would definitely not have a good time in the Holy Pavilion, and Fang Chengyu back then was the best example.

"Even if the donkey is not unloaded, it will be scrapped in the future. ”

This is Qu Youyuan's assertion.

Luo Qingchen shook his head slightly, pointing in the direction of Ning Zhurong's escape.

Qu Youyuan's eyes lit up.

An ice-blue flying sword appeared in the air at some point, attracting everyone's attention.

The reason why this sword is attractive is that its sword body is covered with a faint mist, and it is impossible to see the whole picture of this sword at all, like a fairy wearing tulle, which arouses people's interest more and more.

Everywhere it passed, there was a vast cold mist, some fine ice chips condensed in the fog, and then fell, some curious cultivators tried to pick it up to see, at first they didn't realize it, but gradually found that they felt that there was a cold air lingering between their fingers, and they didn't dare to touch it at the moment, just looked at this flying sword that flew quickly towards Ning Zhurong's escape direction, and there were already countless conjectures in their hearts.

What kind of sword is this?

Is there still someone in Shoreless Sword Peak?

Do they actually want this immortal to stay in Liyang City forever, not afraid of the Holy Pavilion?

At this moment, Gao Yangsong's laughter sounded again.

"Good sword!"

"Little junior brother, let this guy take a look, the power of the Shoreless Sword Peak!"