"Qiao Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Wanchen noticed Qiao Yuan's abnormality, stepped forward, and stood side by side with him, his eyes also falling on the middle-aged scribe.

If it weren't for the previous scene that tore through the space, she would definitely think that this person was just a mortal who had no cultivation, but now, her expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and after seeing Qiao Yuan's expression change, she felt bad in her heart.

Qiao Yuan was in a trance, he didn't hear Ling Wanchen's words at all, the big waves in his heart were unimaginable, and the scene of his acquaintance with Lin Wenmo in Huayun City gradually appeared in his mind, and that night, Lin Wenmo sent a pot of turbid wine to each other, leaving a poem.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little relieved, it seemed that Lin Wenmo had another identity, although it surprised him, but thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable.

"Looking back at the beginning of Huayun, this year is less, negative wine bags. He muttered in his mouth, remembering the sentence inscribed on the beam and pillar on the top of the Yufeng Pavilion in Luoxia City on the Donglin Continent, and that sentence was exactly the sentence he whispered in his mouth, and the original author was Lin Wenmo in front of Qiao Yuan.

This alone is enough to show that Lin Wenmo is not an ordinary person, but when Qiao Yuan was in the Donglin Continent before, he asked about the origin of that sentence, and learned that the sentence had been inscribed for four thousand years, so he did not think of Lin Wenmo, and now it seems that this Lin Wenmo is not only not an ordinary person, but his identity is likely to be extremely simple.

"Nan Songzi Daoyou, I am very happy today, why should I lose my temper so much, how dare I wait for the guests who are invited to come to drink a glass of happy wine?"

After the white-clothed middle-aged scribe appeared, he did not immediately look at Qiao Yuan, but looked at the mountain gate of the Yuehe Sect from afar, smiled lightly, and said that he waved his right hand lightly, and immediately dissolved the invisible might, and the ancestor of the Song family immediately breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to him gratefully.

This is an understatement, but if you think about it carefully, it is ill-intentioned, implying the intention of sowing discord, so that everyone in the city will hear it, and it will inevitably give birth to a sense of crisis, after all, there are monks in the soul transformation period involved, and this wine is not stable.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of laughter suddenly sounded in the world, Nan Songzi took one step, directly ignoring the distance, and the next step suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Haha...... Moyangzi Daoyou said seriously, this seat is just to resolve disputes, how can you lose your temper, but you are Daoyou, since you have already come, why hide your head and show your tail, and wait until this moment to show up. ”

Although the way he appeared was not as shocking as Mo Yangzi's, just standing there seemed to replace the sky, making everyone breathe, and their hearts couldn't help but be nervous.

On weekdays, it is difficult to see a Soul Transformation Stage monk, but now when they appear, there are two, which has to make them nervous and uneasy.

And there are many old monsters of the big sects, when they heard the "Moyangzi" called by Nan Songzi, they were shocked, and their eyes showed an extremely dignified color, this name is not loud for ordinary people, but for them who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, it is like thunder.

"Shixian Mo Yangzi, one of the Taishang elders in Fengyangmen, the youngest and most amazing in terms of qualifications and understanding, even came here. ”

Hearing this name, Qiao Yuan couldn't help frowning, and the shock in his heart was slowly suppressed, he believed that this Mo Yangzi was Lin Wenmo back then, and there would never be a mistake, neither his appearance nor his demeanor had changed, especially the literati popularity on his body, ordinary people didn't have it at all.

Mo Yangzi smiled faintly, not caring at all about Nan Songzi's skillful and ironic words, but turned his head to look at Qiao Yuan for the first time, a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and nodded.

This move seemed to be a greeting between acquaintances, and it was like an affirmation from the elders to the juniors, which surprised everyone around them and puzzled at the same time, even Nan Songzi and the ancestor of the Song family also looked at Qiao Yuan with their eyes flashing slightly.

Ling Wanchen clenched Qiao Yuan's jade hand slightly, a little nervous and worried, she could see that Qiao Yuan and this Mo Yangzi must know each other, and there should be some unknown secrets.

As for Qiao Yuan himself, his expression had already returned to normal, and his eyes were calmly looking at Mo Yangzi, without any words or superfluous emotions, as if he was just an ordinary stranger he was facing.

Although Mo Yangzi looked at Qiao Yuan for the first time, Qiao Yuan's violently changed expression before was taken into his eyes, the smile on his face was even bigger, and the appreciation and acquaintance in his eyes disappeared, making people feel that they were meeting for the first time.

"The two little friends must be the groom and bride of this double cultivation ceremony, they are really talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven, which is really enviable. ”

"Thank you seniors for the compliment. Qiao Yuan hugged his fists and saluted, his expression was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Haha...... This thing for you is counted as my congratulatory gift. Mo Yangzi laughed heartily, raised his hand and waved, and immediately two strings of sparkling pearl bracelets flew out and landed in front of Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen.

The two bracelets are very beautiful, there are nine pearls on them, each of which presents nine colors, each pearl exudes a lustrous light and not weak spirituality, and it is a treasure of no low level at a glance.

"This gadget is called the winged concentric chain, it is a special product of a sea area in Xishanzhou, although it is not too rare, but the effect is strange, especially between Taoist couples, if one person wears a string, no matter how far apart, you can feel the position of the other party through this chain. ”

"In addition, you can also integrate blood and divine consciousness into it, and after refining, you can not only feel the position of the other party more clearly, but you can even know their physical state at all times, once one party is injured, the other side can immediately know, and rush to the rescue as quickly as possible. ”

Seeing that the two of them didn't immediately pick up the two bracelets, Mo Yangzi smiled slightly and explained unhurriedly.

After hearing these words, Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen glanced at each other, and they both saw the excitement in each other's eyes, but after all, this thing came from the hands of a Soul Transformation Stage cultivator, and if Mo Yangzi did something, they naturally couldn't see it.

"Take it. At this moment, Minami Matsuko spoke softly.

As soon as he swept his senses, he saw that there was nothing wrong with the two bracelets, and even if Mo Yangzi really wanted to play any tricks, he would not be stupid enough to manipulate the congratulatory gift, and give it away in front of everyone.

Qiao Yuan nodded and thanked Mo Yangzi before taking away the two bracelets.

And after this gift, the atmosphere that had just been tense was relaxed, and many sect forces in the city breathed a sigh of relief, of course, some people shook their heads in disappointment.

It's just that no matter what, the head-on collision between Qiao Yuan and the ancestor of the Song family just now is deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts, making people unable to forget, it is conceivable that with the end of today, everything that happened just now will definitely spread like wings and quickly spread throughout the major forces in South Thailand.

Mo Yangzi left with Nan Songzi, and the ancestor of the Song family and the head of the Song family also lived in the city under the arrangement of the red-clothed boy and Ling Ruyuan, and the matter seemed to be resolved, but in fact, Qiao Yuan had already achieved the goal of knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, and reached the first step of this plan.

His reputation soared for a while, and even Ling Wanchen became famous, and he was sought after by many clansmen of the descendants of the God of War.

The ancestor of the Song family and his party were walking in the city, and when they heard the sound of "Holy Maiden", although his expression was as usual, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

The patriarch of the Song family had an ugly face, and he didn't look at the people around him, Song Lin clenched his fists, almost gritting his teeth, trying to suppress the monstrous jealousy and hatred in his heart.

Before Qiao Yuan appeared, he once believed that only he was worthy of being a saint, because he was the son of the Qilin of the Song family, and he was the best clansman in the entire descendant of the God of War.

But after Qiao Yuan appeared, everything changed, it changed so quickly and thoroughly, Qiao Yuan snatched the holy maiden, and killed many clansmen of the Song family, even he didn't have any resistance in front of him, and the most important thing is that the saint's heart was also on Qiao Yuan, which made Song Lin not only feel desperate in terms of strength, but also feel deep frustration emotionally.

So he hated, hated Qiao Yuan's appearance, hated Qiao Yuan for taking away everything from him and taking away the saintess.

Song Lin didn't know how many times he cursed Qiao Yuan in his heart, and even in order to take back everything, he begged the ancestor to enter the ancestral temple in advance in the past few years, paid a great price, and finally promoted his cultivation to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

Originally, he thought that after his cultivation was improved, even if he couldn't defeat Qiao Yuan, that huge gap was at least reduced somewhat, but today's scene made Song Lin desperate again, and even a trace of fear uncontrollably arose in his heart.

"Why, why can he take everything that belongs to me as soon as he appears, I am the orthodox descendant of the God of War, what is he, just a wild bastard who doesn't know where he came from, I don't accept it!"

Song Lin roared and shouted in his heart, his fists clenched, and the resentment in his eyes had turned crimson, like a fierce beast that had been stimulated, about to lose his mind.

The patriarch of the Song family felt that something was wrong with his state, frowned, and hurriedly landed his palm on the back of his heart, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Lin'er, don't think too much, be careful of going mad. ”

That palm was like a basin of cold water poured on top of his head, which suddenly silenced all the resentment and resentment in his heart, Song Lin's face was a little pale, he nodded, and his expression slowly returned to calm.

Not to mention this for the time being, many Yuehe Sect disciples outside the city gate were cleaning up the battlefield, Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen glanced at each other, and were about to leave hand in hand, but at this moment, Changhong galloped in the distance in the sky, looking like guests who had come to participate in the ceremony.

Originally, Qiao Yuan didn't have to pay attention to this kind of thing, but this time, his expression changed again, his figure immediately stopped, turned to look at Changhong, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Ling Wanchen also turned to look, only to see that Changhong was extremely fast, and inside it seemed to be a man dressed in black and wearing a hat, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the two big knives that were one person tall on his back were extremely eye-catching.

In addition, the astonishing momentum exuded from his body made people vaguely seem to see a long knife that slashed the sky and the earth roaring, not a person.