Wang Qiu ran wildly all the way, without stopping for a moment, and now that he had the blessing of the Divine Technique, it took him about two hours to rush from Fangjiazhuang to Zilei Gorge.

At the moment when Wang Qiu was just about to step into the Purple Thunder Gorge, the White Lotus Daoist came out of nowhere and grabbed Wang Qiu with an embarrassed expression.

Wang Qiu was startled, and almost exclaimed, but he was covered by the White Lotus Daoist.

"Master......"

Wang Qiu called out in a very low voice.

The White Lotus Daoist's eyes rolled around, and he took Wang Qiu is slowly towards the Purple Thunder Gorge, lightly.

Just as an old man and a young man had just walked out from behind the giant tree, they saw a familiar figure in the clearing on the right. The White Lotus Daoist hurriedly pulled back Wang Qiu and hid behind the giant tree.

"Senior brother, don't hide, I saw you!" "Daoist Aoba shouted at the surroundings with a sneer on his face. In fact, the Aoba Dao people did not find the White Lotus Dao people. Just trying to scare the other person in this way.

The White Lotus Daoist was silent, and Wang Qiu also covered his mouth tightly.

Aoba Taoist moved slowly, his eyes looking around. However, the direction he was moving in was the opposite of that of the White Lotus Dao people.

Seeing that the Qingye Daoist was getting farther and farther, the White Lotus Daoist hurriedly grabbed Wang Qiu, and a divine movement was cast under his feet, flying towards the Purple Thunder Gorge.

Well!

The movement of the White Lotus Daoist was instantly discovered by the Aoba Daoist. With an angry shout, he turned his head sharply and chased after the White Lotus Daoist.

The White Lotus Dao was panting, seeing that the distance was shortened, but in the next moment, the White Lotus Dao people and Wang Qiu had already jumped into the strange mist of the Purple Thunder Gorge.

Aoba Daoren stood outside the mist and muttered for a moment, he had already heard the rumors of the Purple Thunder Gorge. Gritting his teeth, he also threw himself into the fog.

The White Lotus Daoist and Wang Qiu had been in the Purple Thunder Gorge for too long, and they were extremely familiar with the terrain here, if a stranger entered the mist of the Purple Thunder Gorge for the first time, they would definitely get lost.

However, in these years, the White Lotus Dao people have already planted spiritual sense marks in this Purple Thunder Gorge. Able to easily cross the Purple Thunder Gorge.

"Master, that guy is chasing in!"

Wang Qiu and the White Lotus Daoist hid not far away and watched the Qingye Daoist who entered, and after the two of them entered the mist of the Purple Thunder Gorge, they did not rush to escape, because they knew that as long as they entered the Purple Thunder Gorge, they would have an advantage. I'm not afraid of the Aoba Taoist priest who cultivates to a slightly higher level.

Seeing the Qingye Daoist enter the mist of the Purple Thunder Gorge, with the distressed look on his face, the White Lotus Daoist couldn't help but smile proudly. His spiritual power was agitated, and he shouted loudly, "Senior brother, after all these years, you still haven't changed your arrogance. You dare to trespass on Purple Thunder Gorge?"

Aoba pointed angrily and threatened: "Hmph, I can't imagine that after all these years, Senior Brother is still cowering and cowardly like a mouse." When I see my junior brother, I run away, and I don't want to talk about the past!"

The White Lotus Daoist was not angry, and smiled slightly: "Then the senior brother is here to slowly reminisce, and the senior brother will not accompany him......"

As soon as the words fell, the White Lotus Daoist turned around and left with Wang Qiu.

"Bai Lian, you cowardly thing, I robbed the Wuling Bead and took the position of the Lord, but you didn't dare to seek revenge from me...... Hahaha...... A coward!"

Aoba began to agitate the method, and all kinds of scolding.

However, the White Lotus Daoist and Wang Qiu had already returned to the dojo. The remaining Aoba Taoist stumbled alone in the mist. Crashing like a headless fly.

......

"Master, what kind of grudge do you have against that green-shirted Taoist priest, and why does he chase after you......"

Wang Qiu couldn't help but be curious along the way.

The White Lotus Daoist sighed and told Wang Qiu about the fact that he and Aoba had become a black spirit one by one.

After Wang Qiu heard this, he was simply itchy at the root of his teeth, and he was uneven for his master.

"This matter has passed, he wants the position of the Lord of Wulingguan, and I will give it to him!" However, the White Lotus Dao people have an excellent mentality and look at it very indifferently.

Hearing this, Wang Qiu couldn't help but have a little admiration for this old man who usually likes to take advantage of small advantages and is terrible.

And the other side.

The Qingye Taoist almost wandered in the fog for a day and a night, this fog spiritual sense was useless, he was extremely desperate, and then in the accident, he was lucky to get out of the Purple Thunder Gorge.

However, the Aoba Taoist priest who walked out of the Purple Thunder Gorge was already exhausted. Glancing back at this Purple Thunder Gorge, Daoist Qingye had a gloomy face and hissed: "Okay, you white lotus, I, Qingye, swear to death that your old guy will die in Huangquan! ”

......

"Hey, I'm finally back, I'm tired!" Wang Qiu returned to the Zileixia Dojo, pushed the courtyard away, and threw the white banner in his hand to the corner casually, and the bamboo fence was unloaded. Rushing into the room was lying down.

The White Lotus Daoist looked at Wang Qiu, his face trembled with anger, and he scolded: "You little brute, my white banner magic weapon was thrown aside by you like this?"

Wang Qiu replied weakly: "Master, that thing is usually useless except for us going out to earn some silver......

The roots of Bailian Dao's teeth itched, and suddenly as if he remembered something, he muttered: "Where did that girl in Xiayi go?"

"I guess I went to the North Slope Waterfall to cultivate......" Wang Qiu heard it and replied casually.

"Then you go and find out!"

"I ......"

At this moment, there was a sudden movement outside, Wang Qiu's eyes opened slightly, and he only heard the voice of the White Lotus Daoist outside: "Xiayi, you're back!"

"What's wrong with you?"

The voice of the White Lotus Daoist was a little solemn.

Wang Qiu was curious, turned over and walked to the door. But when I saw Xia Yi, there seemed to be something wrong with her expression.

"Master, you're back!"

The White Lotus Daoist nodded in amazement and asked, "What are you ......?"

Xia Yi's face was serious, and he said, "The Mobei family sent someone!"

The White Lotus Daoist was stunned for a while, and was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "Should you come or will come, when will you leave?"

"Where are you going?"

Wang Qiu rushed out at once, staring at Xia Yi with wide eyes.

Xia Yi glanced at Wang Qiu coldly, but her face gradually softened: "Senior brother, you must take good care of your master in the future, otherwise I won't be able to spare you." ”

Wang Qiu was confused, although he didn't know why Xia Yi suddenly said this, but he really heard that this was the first time Xia Yi called him junior brother!

"Master, what the hell is going on, why did Senior Sister Xiayi say that she was leaving, where to go, and what is the situation of the Mobei family?"

The White Lotus Daoist looked solemn and ignored Wang Qiu, but looked at Xia Yi quietly, and said softly: "Before leaving, remember to go and see the seniors." ”

Kasumi clothes and chin head.

"By the way, where are the people from the Mobei family now?"

"They went to Grandpa Qing's cemetery. ”

Before Xia Yi finished speaking, she saw a few dull demon beast snorts from outside the courtyard, the ground shook, and the heads of the three lions in front and behind stuck out from above the courtyard.

Frightened, Wang Qiu hurriedly fled towards the house.

The lion was about a foot tall, covered with cyan hair, which naturally hung down from its body, and had a pair of horns on its head, covered with cyan scales, and a pair of eyes twice the size of a bull's eye.

On the backs of the three lions, three men in dark green robes sat each, with delicate gold silk sleeves and a peculiar cloud pattern embroidered on their chests.