Everyone under the rock wall was watching Zhong Yuanchang and Monk Fatian fight intently, but they saw that one of them had a strong fist and was as powerful as a tiger descending the mountain, and the other was so powerful that he ascended to heaven like a flying dragon. On the field, there are seventeen or eighteen moves. Everyone was fascinated, and suddenly heard Fengzi screaming inarticulately, and then suddenly remembered the main thing in front of him, for fear that Fengzi would be very surprised, and they all looked at him in a blink of an eye.

I saw Fengzi looking at one place with both eyes, and the expression on his face was very strange. Zhuge Wuhui and the old man in the countryside knew that there was a difference, so they followed Feng Zidu's eyes and looked at them for a moment, but everyone couldn't help but let out a soft "call" at a glance. But on a large rock under the rock wall behind him, a pale girl in white clothes was sitting there, holding a bouquet of strange flowers in her left hand. The strange flower is as bright as blood, and a few sparse leaf petals are black as juice, and the strangest thing is that the strange flower actually has a rhizome similar to a dragon's whisker, and the rhizome is transparent like water.

The middle-aged woman's surname was Sang Wuniang, seeing that the girl in white appeared too abruptly, all of them here were not weak in martial arts, but no one could come to find out, and she couldn't help muttering to herself, and said: "This is the back mountain of the Medicine King Valley, and no one dares to set foot in it." Although it is rumored that Bai Yun Shenni passed away a year ago, no one has ever seen it with his own eyes, looking at this girl's expression, could it be that Bai Yun Shenni is not actually dead, and the rivers and lakes are just rumors?

As soon as she stood up, Sang Wuniang thought again: "The girl in front of me is only sixteen or seventeen years old, thinking that Baiyun Shenni has been famous for a long time and is famous in the rivers and lakes, how can she be in the world with these cardamom years, it must not be her." Well, yes, as the saying goes, there is no wind and no waves, or Baiyun Shenni has already died, and this girl is only her protégé. Thinking of this, he opened his eyes and glanced at the old country man beside him, his face turned white and red, and he secretly exclaimed ashamed, and immediately stepped forward two steps again.

The girl in white over there sneered and said lightly: "If you don't want to die in vain, it's best to stand obediently and don't move." With that, he jumped off the stone under his feet, holding the strange bouquet of flowers, and Shi Shiran walked towards the place where Fengzi was lying.

Sang Wuniang had lost her temper in front of everyone because of a moment of panic before, how could she not have the courage to save some face this time? Seeing the girl walking towards Feng Zidu, she immediately pulled out a soft sword from her waist, and at the oscillation of the sword light, she shook her body and stopped in front of the girl, and the tip of the sword pointed obliquely, and asked, "Little girl, who are you who the Baiyun Shenni is?" However, he was always afraid of the Baiyun Shenni, and he did not dare to go too far with his words.

The girl glanced at Sang Wuniang lightly, there was a little pity in her eyes, she only shook her head slightly, her steps did not slow down at all, and she still walked slowly towards Fengzidu. Sang Wuniang's charming face couldn't help but be red and white, Yijia was shocked, his body trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath and shouted: "Did you hear it? Let me ask you, who is the white cloud god nun?"

Seeing this, the old man from the countryside hurriedly shouted: "Sang Wuniang, you have to beware of the bouquet of strange flowers in Xiao Nizi's hand, I am afraid that there is something famous in it." Before she could finish speaking, the girl shook her head and said softly, "It's too late, but it's too late, let's fall." When Sang Wuniang heard this, she was suddenly shocked, after all, she was also ruthless, and shouted: "It's not good, everyone is scattered." The sword stabbed forward.