"Is that you?" Qi An blurted out just by looking at it, obviously recognizing the other party.

"Haha——! it turned out to be the fairy in gold! It's really fate!" Tang Chuan also saw the other party's appearance clearly, and smiled with joy, very excited.

In the hazy gloom and darkness, this quietly standing figure is like a goddess of the heavenly realm, without a single flaw, like the most perfect masterpiece of heaven, just one glance, you can have infinite beauty in your heart.

The golden dress is dazzling and holy as a fairy, the soft skin is as soft as a snow, the black hair hangs straight down, soft and natural, the delicate figure is extremely enchanting, concave and convex, and the flawless face is unparalleled in the world, and the color is as stunning as a demon.

Such a perfect woman, whether it is Qi An or Tang Chuan, has only seen this one, and that is Mengyuxi, who can step into the void with the realm of refining gods.

She is the proud disciple of the Sun and Moon Venerable, even if many Rongyuan real people have to compete to please, but her temperament does not have the kind of unattainable loftiness, but often shows a shallow smile, kind and easy-going, approachable, which makes people yearn for it and breeds a strong sense of goodwill.

When Qi An and Tang Chuan turned around and saw Meng Yuxi, Meng Yuxi also saw their appearance clearly, and their originally indifferent pretty faces suddenly changed color, and they couldn't help but point their fingers at Qi An, and said in a trembling voice: "You...... You...... It's you!"

That shocked look didn't look like meeting an acquaintance, but like seeing a ghost.

Qi An was a little confused, and responded: "It's me! What's wrong? I'm Qi An! You once saved me, remember?"

Meng Yuxi didn't make a sound, but his face slowly returned to calm, and he stared at Qi An with deep meaning before replying: "I remember you!

Qi An nodded yes, and joked with a smile: "Fortunately, Miss Dream still remembers me! If I forget, then I don't have to pay back the favor I owe!"

Tang Chuan, who was talking a lot, didn't speak for a long time, and finally couldn't help but interject: "You actually know each other?"

Qi An nodded and introduced, "This is Miss Mengyuxi, who once had a life-saving grace for me!"

"Mengyuxi, what a name!" Tang Chuan shook his head and praised the style of the literati, "The person is beautiful! The name is even more beautiful!"

Meng Yuxi just smiled slightly, but didn't pay attention to Tang Chuan, a pair of bright and moving big eyes stared at Qi An's well-defined handsome face without blinking, as if a little distracted, and I didn't know what I was thinking, after a long time, I sighed faintly, and said with feeling: "Your appearance has changed a lot, and you are almost unrecognizable!"

When she first met Qi An, the other party was still a teenager, his figure was not as tall and strong as he is now, and his facial features and face lines were relatively soft. And now Qi An has grown up several years old and become a young man, and the changes are indeed quite big, not only in terms of body shape and appearance, but also in temperament, more calm and introverted, and more mature.

Qi An didn't think deeply about the other party's strangeness, but asked, "Why did you suddenly appear here, you weren't the first to enter ......"

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly fell from the clouds to the ground, making a "poof" sound, which immediately attracted the attention of the three people.

Looking around, seven or eight feet away, a black-clothed figure quickly ejected from the ground, standing steadily, he soon found Qi An and the others, a pair of eyes were as cold and ruthless as poisonous snakes, and his gaze quickly swept over the three of them.

This is an old man with a withered face, with almost no flesh on his face, so thin that only skin and bones remain, his entire body is wrapped in layers of wide black robes, and even his two palms are hidden in his sleeves, and only a terrible and gloomy old face can be seen.

Qi An didn't have the slightest impression of this person, and it was almost certainly not a monk under the command of the four top forces, either from other small forces, or a solitary cultivator.

Tang Chuan didn't know this person either, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you, which sect are you from?"

The black-robed old man didn't answer, just glanced at them coldly, then flew back sharply, and disappeared into the mist in an instant, the speed was staggering, and the strength was obviously extremely strong.

"This old guy ran away without saying a word, will he die if he says a word?" Tang Chuan was a little depressed, and he couldn't stop nagging.

Meng Yuxi said leisurely: "This person's strength is very strong, you'd better not mess with him." ”

"Oh, how strong?" Tang Chuan asked casually.

"It's easy to kill the two of you!"

Tang Chuan's smile froze, "hehe" twice, and he stopped talking, but Qi An was in his heart, and he didn't have much doubt about Mengyuxi's words, and secretly thought to himself: Could it be that this black-robed old man is a cultivator at the peak of God Refining?

Meng Yuxi then said: "This is a formation, there are a lot of strange places, you need to be careful, I won't talk to you more, let's go first!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't hesitate, but she saw her lotus steps moving lightly, as if she was slow and fast, and she had drifted away in the blink of an eye, and she could only see a shallow and wonderful figure.

"Eh, are you just gone, I haven't even had time to say my name!"

Tang Chuan muttered in a broken mouth, expressing both surprise and regret, and even Qi An had a faint sense of loss.

"Let's go! Let's take a look around!"

Qi An shook off his big stride and continued to move forward, leaving the inexplicable melancholy behind him and not thinking about it anymore.

Tang Chuan shook his head and smiled slightly, and quickly followed.

After walking hundreds of steps, Qi An suddenly found that the soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and his body rushed out to the side front, and he was a few feet away in a flash.

At his feet, there lay a corpse, very new clothes, and the skin was still shiny, completely different from the ancient corpses with broken armor around him, he was not a dead soldier of this ancient battlefield, but a foreign monk.

There was no need to reach out to touch it, but it was covered by his divine sense, and Qi An understood the situation of the deceased clearly.

The fatal wound to this person was in the chest, and he was pierced through the heart with a sharp object, so he died violently, but his limbs were not completely stiff, and the blood was not exhausted, so it can be inferred that the time of this person's death was not long, at most a few hours, but it is worth thinking about who he was killed by and who his identity was.

"Judging by the attire, this should be a monk of the True Alliance. Tang Chuan, who followed closely, quickly recognized the identity of this person.

The Wuzhen Alliance is the first-class cultivation force of Qingzhou Yiwu County, which was originally just a loose alliance organization, but later due to some changes, it was completely integrated and formed a strong sect, because there are two Rongyuan real people in charge, and it is also famous in Qingzhou.

"Even the people of the Wuzhen Alliance dare to kill, it seems that this murderer is quite bold! Most of them are for personal vendetta, and it is likely to be someone from the Fan family!" Tang Chuan talked eloquently, continuing to express his opinion.

The "Fan family" in his mouth is a powerful Xiuzhen family in Qingzhou, which is deeply entangled with the Wuzhen Alliance, and often fights each other.

But the careful-hearted Qi An shook his head and said categorically: "He wasn't killed!"

Tang Chuan laughed out loud: "Didn't you kill someone?

Qi An nodded solemnly and replied seriously: "It's very possible!"

Tang Chuan laughed and said: "Are you joking? Do you really believe that there are ghosts in this world? Then I'll tell you right now, the so-called ghosts are nothing more than the manifestation of the divine souls of masters above the Rong Yuan Realm, which were seen by ignorant laymen, and fabricated to scare the cowards with false rumors—— besides, this person obviously died of flesh and skin injuries, and it didn't look like he was killed by the power of the Yuan Shen at all, otherwise he should be uninjured outside the body, and at most the divine soul would be destroyed!"

This analysis was also reasonable, but when Qi An took out a storage bag from the deceased, the smile on Tang Chuan's face froze.

You must know that many of the monks' belongings are in the storage space they carry with them, or in storage bags, or space magic weapons. If the person is killed by another monk, the first thing to do is to take away the storage bag he is carrying, and not to give away the owner's money in vain.

But now, the person is dead, and the storage bag is still there, which seems unreasonable.

The storage bag can be used without refining, and it can be easily opened and closed with just a trace of true yuan or divine soul power, but Qi An's approach is more direct, with a pinch of his hand, the storage bag will explode, and a lot of things will fly out and fall everywhere on the ground.

There are pills, yuan beads, and a magic weapon that looks like a fan, as well as some mundane sundries.

Looking at the various things scattered all over the place, Tang Chuan was already speechless, not only was the storage bag not taken away, but even the contents were still there, there were thousands of Yuan Beads alone, there were several bottles of pills, and even the magic weapon in the shape of a fan was likely to be of the middle class, if the murderer looked down on these things, no one would dare to believe it!

Unless it is a Rongyuan real person, it is possible to look down on this bit of belongings, but at this moment, those who can enter this secret realm are the pinnacle of refining gods, and it is impossible to be richer than Rongyuan Zhenren, if you don't even want to take things for nothing, you are either stupid, stupid, or stupid and stupid!

But Tang Chuan was only stunned for a moment, then smiled again, and said happily: "Windfall, those who see it have a share, you can score half of me!"

Among these scattered items, the most valuable is naturally the fan magic weapon, which is more precious than all other things combined, and it is unlikely that it will be divided into two parts.

Qi An casually asked, "Which one do you choose, this magic weapon, or all the other items?"

Tang Chuan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Fan fan, I choose a fan!"

While speaking, with a move of his hand, he moved with true qi, and the fan-like magic weapon fell into his hand, and after careful confirmation, he smiled and squinted, just because the fan was really a medium-level magic weapon, although the quality was not high, it was a low grade, but it was also worth a lot of money, at least worth tens of thousands of yuan of beads, far more valuable than other things combined.