Stepping on the Flying Phoenix Sword, Ding Wenwen swam in the sky, there was no expression on her beautiful face, and when she was about to disappear into the sky, she glanced back at the direction of the sect from a distance, and then disappeared.

The Black Tiger Hall is almost in ruins, but at this time, there are several groups of people in obviously different clothes rummaging through the ruins, there seems to be some kind of boundary between them, once people in different clothes approach, they will immediately become vigilant, look at each other, and seem to weigh the consequences of continuing to approach.

If Duan Qing saw the picture at this time, he would definitely be surprised that he could see the scene of his childhood growth environment on this kind of star, and he didn't know if he would be homesick.

Without giving these people more time, a figure had already fallen from the sky, standing on the rafters that looked like they had once been eaves, and their cold eyes glanced left and right slightly, but everything in the direction she had seen was instantly frozen at the same time.

Bean-sized beads of sweat fell down these people's cheeks, but they couldn't even roll their throats.

The air, at this moment, seemed to be still.

"Hula ......"

On the hillside not far away, a group of people ran wildly, chickens and dogs jumped, and the scene was chaotic like a group of people rushing for their lives.

A middle-aged man with a still handsome face with his head seemed to have forgotten his ability to fly with a sword in fear, and came with a group of men who barely had any dignity to speak of.

Gradually, these people noticed the strangeness of the scene, and not only slowed down, but their expressions were also extremely alert, as if a small signal would break out into a deadly battle.

The person who came in the airborne moved slightly, and the momentum suddenly changed, and everything seemed to come back to life.

It was only at this moment that the middle-aged man who rushed wildly dared to step forward to salute, and his actions were insightful and respectful: "Little Fairy Elder, his subordinates are not talented, and they failed to come in advance, and I hope that the Little Fairy Elder will surrender to relieve the panic in the hearts of his subordinates and others." ”

For this kind of rhetoric, with the height of Ding Wenwen today, she listens too much every day, even if she is a people-oriented character, over time, she will become numb, and these subordinates don't ask what will happen to the boss at all, as long as they don't condemn themselves, it can be regarded as a kind of merit.

Unexpectedly, Ding Wenwen's cherry lips opened lightly: "You say that, it seems like I'm very old." ”

The subordinates were slightly stunned at first, and then quickly knelt down and spoke: "Don't dare, don't dare, the subordinates don't have this thought, the blue sky can be learned, otherwise, ......" Although he swore a poisonous oath on his mouth, the corners of his mouth and eyes showed a look of joy that he had tried to suppress, and being able to talk to him was simply a godsend for them.

"Get up. Ding Wenwen waved her hand slightly, so that these people suddenly felt an irresistible pressure, even if they wanted to kneel hard, they couldn't do it, Ding Wenwen looked at the middle-aged leader, and frowned slightly: "I don't know why, I see you...... Something familiar. ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly knelt down and saluted: "My subordinates are cheap, and I don't dare to disturb the fairy." ”

"Listen to it, it's okay. Ding Wenwen said lightly.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly felt a feeling of joy, and he said: "The subordinates are free without a trace, and if the fairy has any dispatches, the subordinates will never give up!"

When he spoke, there was no panic, hatred and sadness on his face, some were just the kind of little monks who had just debuted, and the joy and excitement of being favored by the big sect at a glance.

Ding Wenwen stopped talking, nor did she say anything, stepped forward, raised her hand and pointed to a small leader wearing black and red with an obvious sect logo, "You?"

"Lord Fairy is angry, everyone has no evil intentions, all because of the deep relationship between the Black Tiger Hall and the Black Tiger Hall on weekdays, and when he heard about this, he hurriedly came over to help, and he had no other intentions!"

Meng Heihu's fusion of the beast soul was fully demonstrated in the previous battle, this fast and powerful cultivation method made the surrounding halls unmoved when they heard the news, and most importantly, this kind of exercise also represented the cultivation techniques and wisdom of the ancients.

Among the many sects today, some people are trying to excavate the relics of the ancients, while the other part is sneering at this, and even criticizing it, believing that the cultivation has passed for tens of millions of years, and the cultivation methods are all about excellence, continuous development, and studying the relics of the predecessors, which is just a lack of progress, and it is simply a manifestation of incompetence.

The other part of the people refuted that existence is the truth, and their simplest counterattack was how they performed craniotomy in ancient times, when there was no cultivation and civilization at all?

Do not take your ignorance as a denial of the wisdom of those who came before you.

This one, after arguing for thousands of years, but there is still no result, all of them are based on their own opinions, and they are completely dismissive of each other's words.

Before Ding Wenwen set off, she had read the hall records of the Black Tiger Hall, and knew that these so-called neighbors did not fall into the well, because they did not seize the opportunity, and the friction between these low-level halls was far more intense than that between the upper-level sects, and there was no doubt about the intentions of these people.

"Boom!"

Ding Wenwen's footsteps stomped slightly, and an extremely thin pillar of air appeared on the ground, like lightning and thunder, passing through the person's body in an instant.

"Shhhh

The sound cracked like a brocade, and the man's body turned into two pieces and threw them to the sides, and a cloud of blood mist was extremely red under the light mask, drifting away with the wind.

"Then there is the offender, this person, for example. Ding Wenwen's voice was not loud, but the effect was so loud that almost everyone present was full of excitement.

Only the person in the hall knew that the guy dressed as a small leader, but the descendant disciple of an elder of the sect, had reached the fifth level of the Yuan Infant Stage in cultivation, but under that seemingly easy blow, not only was his soul destroyed, but the already quite powerful Yuan Infant was stillborn, and there was not even the slightest chance to resist.

How powerful is this little fairy?

There was no protest, no harsh words, not even a sound at all, and these people suddenly receded like a tide.

Ding Wenwen turned her hand and pointed at it without a trace: "You go and explain." ”

"Yes. Without any hesitation at all, he got up and set off without a trace, this reaction made Ding Wenwen's doubts slightly reduced, at least at present, this is a flag that can be used.

There is no trace in the rush, there is still no performance, and even the psychological thoughts are just suppressed as soon as they emerge, he knows that once the real idea is formed, whether it is the expression or the eyes, there will be mistakes, he doesn't want to make mistakes, not at all.

Afterwards, Ding Wenwen stood on the rafters, without saying a word, and the rest of her subordinates did not dare to move, so they could only guard in place for a while.

There was a wind blowing, it was not too big, but it gently stroked Ding Wenwen's long hair, and finally revealed those clear, but at this time it seemed a little deep, and sighed softly.

"I ...... Finally became that ...... Someone I used to hate!"