The two eyes of the thief are glowing.

It was a glow of eagerness.

Ning Xiaotang looked at him calmly and said, "Then, let's start." ”

In the next instant, the two disappeared at the same time.

It's like a ghost, and it disappears into thin air.

No one knows where they went.

The four great monks looked around blankly.

However, around the Scripture Pavilion, there was no trace of the two of them for a long time.

One of the old monks couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, what about them?"

The other two monks also looked at the last old monk.

The obsessive monk.

Because he is not only the senior brother of the other three monks, but his martial arts are also the highest among the four.

The idiot clasped his hands together and said helplessly: "Amitabha, the three junior disciples don't need to look at me, and I don't know where they went." ”

The night was pitch black.

For there is no moon today.

The wind is always strong on the edge of the cliff.

The four monks all squinted their old eyes, facing the mountain wind, and their eyes kept scanning the cliffs.

At this moment, perhaps because Ning Xiaotang and the Thief Saint had all disappeared without a trace, Shen Ning'er, who was standing by the window opposite, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and directly performed light skills and flew towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"Smack~~"

Shen Ning'er landed on both feet.

She bowed to the four monks and asked, "How many masters, do you know where they went?"

For Shen Ning'er, the four monks did not dare to slack off, and immediately returned the salute.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has seen the female benefactor. ”

Immediately afterwards, the obsessive monk continued: "I'm ashamed, I don't know where I went with the three junior disciples. ”

Another old monk sighed: "They are so fast that there is no one in an instant, and there is no way to judge their whereabouts." ”

Shen Ning'er's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The demented monk hesitated for a moment and said, "Female donor, let's wait here for a while." The poor monk believed that they would return soon. ”

Shen Ning'er nodded, since she didn't know where the two of them went, she could only stay where she was and wait.

So, where did Ning Xiaotang and the thief go to?

Naturally, they had long since moved away from the Scripture Pavilion.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Xiaotang and the Thief Saint finally reappeared.

The two stood on a protruding stone, one behind the other.

The place is surrounded by a cliff on one side and an abyss on the other.

Obviously, the two were still around the Hanging Temple and were not far away.

The thief held a large stack of books tightly in his arms, and his breath was slightly panting.

Ning Xiaotang held his hands and looked at each other calmly.

After calming down his breath, the thief saint said, "Hey, didn't you just say that you were innate?

Ning Xiaotang said: "Because I want to try it first." ”

Thief said: "What do you want to try?"

Ning Xiaotang said: "Try to see if you can surpass your speed with the strength below the Innate Realm." ”

Hearing this, the thief seemed to have been greatly humiliated.

He said angrily, "What do you mean? Do you look down on me? I am a thief, why do you need to let me?"

"If you are a master of the Innate Realm, you will take out the strength that you should have in the Innate Realm. Otherwise, I will immediately throw all these martial arts cheats into this abyss. ”

Ning Xiaotang sighed slightly, nodded, and said, "Then I will use the strength of the early stage of the Innate Realm to compare with you." Be careful, I'm going to be much faster. ”

By this time, Ning Xiaotang had already understood.

If you don't use the strength of the innate realm, if you want to catch up with the other party, I'm afraid it will be very difficult.

This thief saint does have something extraordinary.

The speed of the opponent can be said to have reached an incredible level.

Within the same realm, almost no one can catch up with him.

It was Ning Xiaotang himself, if he didn't raise his strength to the innate realm, he could only do it without losing the thief saint.

wants to catch up with each other, after all, it's still a little bit behind.

In addition, what interested Ning Xiaotang the most was the unbelievable secret method of stealing the saint's aura.

No wonder the other party can steal the martial arts mastery unknowingly under the noses of the four great monks of the Hanging Temple.

The secret method of concealing the aura is indispensable.

It's just that that secret method is ineffective for Ning Xiaotang.

No matter how the thief saint hid, in Ning Xiaotang's eyes, it was like a transparent one.

Because Ning Xiaotang's six senses are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

After all, his true realm has already passed the innate realm.

Although he has been suppressing his strength, his realm is there after all.

A gust of mountain wind suddenly blew.

The two of them were dressed and hunting.

The eyes of the thief saint stared at Ning Xiaotang tightly.

As soon as Ning Xiaotang makes a move, the thief will react as soon as possible.

In the next moment, Ning Xiaotang's aura suddenly changed.

In the eyes of the thief saint, the young man in front of him suddenly became more unfathomable.

If you say, the other party was just a lake of water.

At this time, the other party suddenly turned into the bottomless sea.

The thief's pupils shrank suddenly, and the whole person disappeared in an instant.

He turned into a wind.

Along the cliff wall, it blew towards the bottom of the abyss.

Ning Xiaotang's body was entangled with a trace of innate qi.

He also became a wind.

Towards the bottom of the abyss, followed.

On the cliff, there are Biwa Zhu eaves everywhere, Danying carved truss, flying pavilion Liudan.

Two winds, one in front of the other and one behind, blowing back and forth between Qionglou and Yuyu.

It's late at night.

But inside the pavilions, the lights are still bright.

In front of the large and small Buddha statues, candles are lit one after another, and they are not extinguished all night.

The monks on duty, in twos and threes, walked back and forth between the buildings.

Suddenly, a wind blew from the cliff.

One of the monks on duty subconsciously shrunk his neck.

He felt that the wind was a little strong tonight.

It's windy.

Candles go out.

In the next moment, he found that the candle flame in the building had been extinguished.

"It's windy. ”

He exclaimed.

Because he has been on duty for many years, the candle flame has almost never been blown out by the mountain wind.

Just as he was about to step forward to light the candle again, he suddenly froze in place.

In his ears, exclamations came one after another.

This was sent by the monks on duty in the pavilion next door.

"It's windy. ”

He came down the hallway.

He stuck his head out and looked toward the cliff.

I saw that the wind rose from this place and continued to blow towards the bottom of the cliff.

Because the buildings below that were originally brightly lit are constantly getting darker.

He knew that the candles in those buildings had been blown out by the wind.

His eyes showed a look of disbelief.

"What's going on? The wind tonight is weird. ”

He couldn't figure out what was going on with this strange wind.

But he knew that the wind was not normal tonight.

Because of the normal wind, how can it be possible to blow out so many candles?

Between the cliffs, the lights are constantly disappearing.

This strange scene finally caused panic among the monks of the Hanging Temple.

The silence of the night became noisy.

The entrance of the Scripture Pavilion.

Shen Ning'er and the four great monks also noticed this scene.

Shen Ning'er was surprised: "What's the matter? Those lights seem to be going out." ”

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