Dong Xiaolong's mind conjured up the figure of a young girl, who was dressed in a strange costume and combed her long hair with a shawl, but he couldn't recall the girl's face at all.

"Xiaoqing is more greedy, if you can please her with food, her estrangement towards you will be reduced a lot. Dong Xiaolong hesitated again and again, and finally felt that he would tell Qin Luoluo.

Qin Luoluo heard Dong Xiaolong's reminder, and her heart was also much happier: "Thank you for the reminder!

When he returned to the room, Xiaoqing was already eating the food on the table, and when he saw Dong Xiaolong coming back, Xiaoqing smelled the smell on his body, and frowned slightly: "Looking for that woman again?"

"Senior Qin is gone, let me go to see him before leaving. Dong Xiaolong explained blandly.

"That's to find that woman by the way!" Xiaoqing said in a somewhat strange tone.

"Why can't you get around that woman?" Dong Xiaolong scratched his head helplessly.

"It's you who can't get around that woman, and it's not that I can't get around. ”

Dong Xiaolong saw that Xiaoqing was endless, so he hurriedly changed the topic and said, "The food is cold! I'll go and give you a hot one." ”

"No!" Xiao Qing slapped the table, then raised his hand to light a wisp of green phoenix flame and said, "Do you think I'll need hot dishes?"

"You didn't say it to me!" Dong Xiaolong forgot about this.

In the next few days, everyone had a good time in Nangu City, Qin Luoluo would open a small stove for Xiaoqing at night every day, plus a few days of learning from the chef of the restaurant, Qin Luoluo also impressed Xiaoqing with his food, and was allowed to follow Xiaoqing with exception.

There were still three days left before the Sword Casting Conference, and everyone also began to rush to Bashui Mountain. After that, there are no big cities on the road, only a few scattered rural houses, but compared to the bustling big cities, this quiet little village has a different flavor.

When I arrived at Bashui Mountain, people from other immortal sects had already come here one after another. Not far from Dong Xiaolong and his party, several veiled women in white were also walking in the direction they were walking.

Dong Xiaolong just wanted to use his spiritual power to probe the past, but he was blocked by a powerful force, and then an invisible sense of oppression was transmitted to Dong Xiaolong, and this sense of oppression had not even reached this level when he met Sha Qingying before.

Sensing that something was wrong with Dong Xiaolong's situation, Xiaoqing hurriedly turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Dong Xiaolong gradually came to his senses before he said to Xiaoqing: "There is a strong cultivator in that group, don't be tempted easily!"

"It's rare to be able to make you like this. Hanyue whispered from the side.

"She was warning me not to try to spy on them again. Dong Xiaolong looked at the group of veiled cultivators, with such strength, it must be the Immortal Xuan Palace.

Stopping his curiosity, Dong Xiaolong deliberately distanced himself from the people of Xianxuan Palace, but several familiar faces rushed to the distance behind him.

Dong Xiaolong stood in place, looking at the few people who rushed over, even Han Yue and Bai Yi were always in a state of readiness.

When those people approached, Dong Xiaolong said? Lord of the Sand Pavilion, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Sha Qingying took He Weisheng, Li Jian, Wang Feng and two unfamiliar faces and stopped in front of Dong Xiaolong and the others.

"Little Brother Dong, we're meeting again!" Sha Qingying looked at Dong Xiaolong and the others with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and said in a soothing tone, "I didn't expect you to come back to participate in the Sword Casting Conference." ”

"I didn't expect to be able to meet the Sand Pavilion Lord again so soon!" Dong Xiaolong looked at Sha Qingying with a meaningful smile.

"It shows that you and I have a fate. Sha Qingying said without changing his face.

"The twisted melon is not sweet, and the Lord of the Sand Pavilion has no fate with me. Dong Xiaolong said directly to Sha Qingying provocatively.

Sha Qingying's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, and he said, "It seems that you are always going to be my enemy?"

"It's the Lord of the Sand Pavilion who has always refused to let me go, so I have no choice but to accompany the Lord of the Sand Pavilion to the end. Dong Xiaolong continued to provoke without any panic.

"Okay, then the old man will accompany him to the end!" Sha Qingying said and left with his disciples first, and when he left, He Weisheng deliberately followed very closely and did not look at Dong Xiaolong.

After Sha Qingying and the others left, Bai Yi said: "Sha Qingying's strength, you and I both know it, if you provoke him like this, he will not let you go." ”

"Even if I don't provoke him, he won't let me go. I did this to give him a drink and make him feel that I was not afraid of his threat at all. Dong Xiaolong felt that Sha Qingying had fought with Wang Ge after all, and he would be a little jealous of Wang Ge in his heart, so he felt that he had no fear, and with Sha Qingying's character, it was inevitable that he would not think of the possibility of Wang Ge making another move.

"Aren't you afraid that he will use any drastic means against you?" asked Hanyue.

"In full view, he didn't dare to deal with me blatantly. However, I don't know what he will do secretly, so I will be careful next. Dong Xiaolong's eyes also became serious, this sword-forging conference is destined not to be peaceful.

The group entered the mountain gate of Bashui Mountain, and was faced with the mountain where the water flow of the eight directions converged, and the highest mountain among the mountains was where the fairy gate of Bashui Gate was located. The convergence of heaven and earth aura in the Eight Water Gate, needless to say, it can be seen that the strength of this immortal gate must not be weak.

Guarding the mountain gate were two disciples from the early stage of the Jiedan Realm, and it seemed that they had specially come to greet the immortal sect who participated in the Sword Casting Conference.

"If you are here, please report to the Immortal Gate?" the two disciples stopped in front of Dong Xiaolong and the others and asked.

"The Qin family of Luofan City came to attend the meeting!" Dong Xiaolong directly reported the name of the Qin family, after all, he was attending the meeting on behalf of the Qin family.

"Qin family, you really dare to come to the Sword Casting Conference!" The disciple on the left looked at Dong Xiaolong with some contempt.

Dong Xiaolong was not annoyed, and said slowly: "You Bashuimen invited us to participate, wouldn't it be very shameful for us not to give you face if we didn't come?"

The attitude of the other disciple was not much better, and he also said to Dong Xiaolong with great disgust: "Ask for your own hardship! Don't blame us for not reminding you." ”

Without waiting for Dong Xiaolong to say anything more, Han Yue waved his hand and directly froze the two disciples, and said coldly: "If it weren't for the fear of embarrassing you, the two of them would have died." ”

"Sister Hanyue is angry, I originally wanted to do it without saying a word, but you won't give me a chance!" Dong Xiaolong waved his hand a little helplessly, fortunately Hanyue didn't kill him, otherwise he would definitely not be able to participate in this sword-forging conference.

"This kind of person doesn't have to talk nonsense with him in the future, doesn't teach them a lesson, and always feels that he is very powerful. Cold Moon waved the two men to the sides, and then strode into the mountain gate.

Dong Xiaolong boasted as he walked: "Sister Hanyue is mighty!"

When I came to the main gate of the Eight Water Gate, the gate was open and guarded by no disciples. Sensing that something was wrong, Dong Xiaolong's spiritual power was released, and he took the first step to probe the gate of the Eight Water Gate. Around the empty field inside the gate, there were more than a dozen cultivators hidden, and their cultivation strength was around the early stage of the Jiedan Realm.

"Sister Hanyue, don't go in first, I'll go to explore the way first. Dong Xiaolong whispered to Han Yue.

How could Han Yue not notice the strangeness in the courtyard, but when she heard Dong Xiaolong's arrangement, she still obeyed his command, nodded and responded, "Be careful." ”

Dong Xiaolong slowly walked into the gate of Bashui Mountain, his spiritual power was not withdrawn, he walked straight to the front hall of Bashui Gate without squinting. Seeing that Dong Xiaolong didn't notice them, the surrounding Bashuimen disciples also quickly rushed up from the shadows, and more than a dozen disciples swarmed up, not intending to give Dong Xiaolong any chance.

Sensing that the disciples around him were attacking him, Dong Xiaolong still didn't have any extra reaction, and walked straight forward, as if he didn't know about their existence at all. The disciples of the Eight Water Sect saw that Dong Xiaolong still didn't react, and the corners of their mouths rose slightly until they were within half a meter of Dong Xiaolong.

Dong Xiaolong's footsteps did not stop, but when the nearest disciple was only half a meter away from him, the violent thunder and lightning instantly exploded and spread, and several thunderbolts were like overwhelming rain, densely falling down on each disciple's body, and all the disciples' figures stopped in an instant, and then fell to the ground one after another in a low cry.

After all the disciples were stunned, Dong Xiaolong pretended to be surprised and shouted loudly, "Wow! What happened? Why did so many people suddenly rush up?"

The expression is simple and innocent, the tone is surprised and exaggerated, Dong Xiaolong's performance can be described as extremely contrived, but no one came to see his performance. Of course, Dong Xiaolong did this only to show the master of the Eight Water Gate, and he guessed that Shui Chen must know about this place, and might observe this place somewhere.

Approaching the main hall further, Dong Xiaolong did not notice the ambush again, so he let Han Yue lead everyone into the courtyard. That is, at the moment of turning around, when he looked into the front hall again, there was already a man with a handsome face sitting in the front hall. There was no sound in an instant, and Dong Xiaolong could also guess that this was the master of the Eight Water Gate, Shui Chen.

"Junior Dong Xiaolong, meet the master of the water gate. Dong Xiaolong saluted directly.

"Just by looking at me, you can guess my identity?" Shui Chen sat at the table, holding his head with his left hand, looking at Dong Xiaolong in front of him.

"In the blink of an eye, there are only a handful of people with such strength who appear here. Dong Xiaolong first praised the water dust to see the latter's reaction.

Shui Chen laughed softly and said, "Do you think that if you say something good, I can stop pursuing you for hurting my disciple?"

"The younger generation didn't mean that, what I just said is indeed the truth. However, I am indeed very sorry for the matter of stunning the disciples of your sect. The younger generation has always been relatively timid, and when they were so frightened, their instinctive reaction for a while was indeed unintentional to hurt the disciples of your sect. Dong Xiaolong said innocently.

"Breaking into my door alone and stuning dozens of my disciples in an instant, do you think I will believe what you say?" How could a person with such experience as Shui Chen not see what Dong Xiaolong had just done, at that moment, the power in his body exploded, and it seemed to be a large-scale attack, but every thunderbolt did not hit the air, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to hit it at will.

"Believe it or not, listen to the Lord of the Water Gate. If the Lord of the Water Gate wants to ask me about my sin, then the younger generation will suffer. Pretending to be innocent one second, and being willing to be punished the next, Dong Xiaolong is like a scoundrel at the moment.

"No wonder Sha Qingying, that old guy said that you are not simple, and now it seems that it is indeed very interesting. I'm not Sha Qingying, I won't embarrass the juniors, wait for me to send someone to arrange for you to stay, and tomorrow we will hold a sword-forging conference. Shui Chen turned around and left here.

Then a disciple respectfully came to Dong Xiaolong's face, looking at him, he should have seen the unconscious disciples in front of the hall, and his heart was a little jealous, so everyone successfully lived in the Bashui Gate.