Han Tingshan seemed to know that she was in a bad situation at this time, and after refining the pill to stop the blood flow of the broken arm, she didn't hum half a sentence, and immediately stood up, poked out her divine sense and began to calculate the array eye.

In most cases, the monk is accustomed to controlling things with his divine sense, and when he fights the law, he basically relies on his divine sense to induce the magic weapon, and the broken arm will not be greatly affected.

But it is impossible to have no hatred in your heart if your arm is cut off, after all, if you want to reforge your limbs, you can only wait to break through the portal tower and go to the outside world to form a primordial baby.

Han Tingshan's silence was even more guarded, and her resentful eyes turned over He Miaomiao, thinking that she had never been discovered, but she didn't know that the three of them didn't seem to pay attention, but in fact, they had been staring at her.

They did not shy away from speaking, and Han Tingshan naturally heard it clearly. At first, she blamed her for deceiving, but at this time, she started the idea of leaving the mansion again, and when she thought of this, a burst of hatred emerged, and she couldn't help but feel even more resentful in her heart.

But... Thinking of the escape items bought at a high price in the storage bag, the corners of Han Tingshan's mouth unconsciously twitched slightly. If she wasn't prepared, how could she dare to trick these powerful peers into coming?

"Idiots!

Han Tingshan retracted her thoughts, her hand moved faster and faster, and she sacrificed a green bamboo-like formation lot, pinched the trick with her right hand, her divine sense flew around, and the formation lot slammed into the darkness, and she couldn't see which direction she went.

Everyone only heard the clicking sound, like a constantly cracking mirror, and the darkness suddenly shattered into a large number of flying debris, like glass glowing with spiritual light.

The edges of the shards were thin and sharp, as if they could cut through the skin when touched, and everyone sacrificed layers of defensive shields, steadied their combat strength in the flying black shards, waiting for the arrival of the next battle.

Unexpectedly, twelve outstanding male cultivator phantoms appeared at the same time as the black fragments disappeared, with a weird and stereotypical smile, and the three of them attacked He Miaomiao and the others in a team.

......

"Han Tingshan, how many formations are there?"

Jiang Mulin sat on the ground panting, his surroundings were pure white, and he couldn't see the edge with his naked eyes.

Each person fought against three phantoms, although they knew that the center of the eyebrows was a dead hole, but it was not easy. At the end of the First World War, the four of them were a little weak, and Han Tingshan didn't even have the strength to speak, so she slowed down for a long time before replying:

"There are only three formations here, but the last one, each of them has to fight against four phantoms. ”

"What about leaving the Mansion?" Jiang Mulin saw that her face was bloodless, and her only remaining right hand trembled unconsciously, and she said in her heart that she would not be able to break the four phantoms no matter what, so she couldn't help but ask for a way out.

"Hehehehe..."Han Tingshan sneered in her throat, but there was no expression on her face, "I want to know? ”

"You!" Jiang Mulin gritted his teeth tightly, eager to kill her altogether, his right hand jumped up on the ground, and the purple light flashed in his hand, but he was tightly dragged by the strong force behind him, "He Daoyou?

The one who dragged him and didn't let him move was He Miaomiao, who had been silent for a long time.

She saw Han Tingshan's smug look of not being afraid of death, and knew that either the way out was not simple, or Han Tingshan still had to rely on. At this point, the threat is useless, and killing it is even more insecure.

Han Tingshan must have a deep understanding of this place, but no one dares to guarantee whether she has information in her body or only in her mind.

"Why should Jiang Daoyou be impulsive, it is better to recover his spiritual power first, and leave all personal grievances to be resolved in the posthumous mansion, so as not to waste energy and time. ”

She said it tactfully, but Jiang Mulin was not a stupid person, and after listening to the persuasion, he was no longer impulsive, Ziguang burrowed into the storage bag, pressed the killing intent and sat down on the spot again.

He was close to He Miaomiao and Shen Sanfeng, and the three of them were a certain distance away from Han Tingshan, but everyone only regarded her as a half-dead person, and it was not too taboo to speak.

"He Daoyou, although I have an evil aura when I watch your fighting method, but the aura is even better, this is different from the evil cultivators I have seen, I don't know why?"

Jiang Mulin's face was full of simple curiosity, and he seemed to have no malice. But how could He Miaomiao tell his secret, the Nine Transformation Blood Determination is a Xuan Rank, and it is also a Blood Induction Technique, if Shen Sanfeng hears it, he won't swallow himself as a pill?

"I'm dedicated to goodness, I don't want to kill indiscriminately for the sake of advancement, and I pay more attention to spiritual power when cultivating. ”

This reason is a bit far-fetched, and Jiang Mulin doesn't think she is 'wholeheartedly good', but everyone has said so, and it is impossible for him to debunk it.

"I see... He Daoyou can be regarded as occupying the advantage of both sides, which is not bad. ”

He Miaomiao was noncommittal, and seeing that he didn't want to give Shen Sanfeng and Han Tingshan half a look, he had some guesses about this person's temperament. Most of the time he can't tolerate a little sand in his eyes, although he is a little ruthless, but he is not a sinister person.

"Jiang Daoyou, I also have something I want to ask you. ”

He Miaomiao opened her mouth tentatively, and as soon as the words fell, she heard him laugh, "I know what you want to ask." It's true that I'm not from the Qinglang realm, but where I've come from and how I've come here, I've sworn that I can't tell you. ”

He Miaomiao didn't expect him to admit it so easily, after hearing this, he thought about it, and what if he admitted it, he couldn't say anything in the end.

She thought of the teleportation tower in the east, and guessed that Jiang Mulin probably also came out of the tower, but when she thought about it carefully, she always felt that it was wrong.

It is said that the teleportation tower is extremely strict, and there are people who check it when they enter and exit, and it can only be the monk who breaks through the barrier, and he has never heard of allowing a low-level monk from the upper realm to come here.

Seeing her frowning and pondering, Jiang Mulin's white baby face leaned over and asked with a smile: "Want to know, you can choose a question to ask me, and I can answer it if I can." ”

He Miaomiao's brows relaxed, he didn't expect him to be so refreshing, countless questions came to his mind, but he chose the most inconspicuous one.

"You confessed so easily, did many high-level cultivators in the Qinglang Realm know about your existence?"

"Yes. ”

"You... Not from the Teleporter?"

"It's not. ”

He Miaomiao's heartbeat increased a little, and she was silent for a moment, and then asked:

"Qinglang Realm... Where can you go to?"

"Don't say. ”

"Where can I go to the outside world?"

"Portal towers, and... Can't say. ”

The most critical questions seem to be contained in the heart demon oath, He Miaomiao knows that he can let himself ask at will, and he also knows that he will not reveal too many secrets.

After thinking for a moment, she spoke again:

"It is said that the outside world is rich in resources and rich in aura, why do you want to come to the Qinglang Realm to experience?"

Jiang Mulin pursed his lips, half-opened his mouth for a moment, and then closed it tightly. He raised his eyes and glanced at He Miaomiao quickly, and finally shook his head.

"Don't say. ”

He Miaomiao couldn't help but cinch her cuffs tightly, she saw in Jiang Mulin's eyes... Commiseration?

The conversation between the two was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly, He Miaomiao was even more puzzled, but he knew that it was useless to ask again, so he simply shut up and stopped talking.

For a while, the white space was deserted, and in the seemingly calm atmosphere, everyone was already in a state of flux.