Suddenly, Wan Zhongjian's eyes moved, and he hurriedly said: "Is Daoist friend from the Eastern Burial Immortal Mountain, I don't know which meditation gathering point you come from?

"Wanyong?" Deng Anxin moved, Wan Zhongjian mentioned Wanyong at this moment, obviously not unintentionally, they are all surnamed Wan, is Wanyong the ancestor of Wanjia. Thinking of this, he didn't intend to admit it, and said unceremoniously: "I haven't heard it!" After the words fell, the crystal light outside his soul body flashed, and a crystal clear bone arrow shot towards Wan Zhongjian at a rapid pace.

Wan Zhongjian still thought that his words had an effect, but he didn't expect Deng An to turn his face so quickly, the crystal light was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was already close to his door.

Seeing this, Wan Zhongjian couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly drove the Flying Wood Sword to meet it, under the reflection of a blue light, the crystal light looked very inconspicuous, but he didn't dare to be careless, because from the bone arrow, he felt a breath of death. If his guess was correct, it should be the spiritual weapon used in meditation cultivation.

"Ding!" When the crystal light flew into the blue light, it was stopped by the wooden sword in it, and I don't know what kind of special wood it was made of, and after the bone arrow hit it, it made an extremely crisp sound.

However, as soon as Wan Zhongjian breathed a sigh of relief, his face was so frightened that he almost lost his blood. Because at this moment, he saw an extremely fine crystal light, flashing out of the blue light, straight to his throat, and he even saw a small bone arrow in the crystal light.

At such a close distance, it was impossible for him to dodge.

Just when Deng An thought that Wan Zhongjian was going to die, Wan Zhongjian's body suddenly released strange green lights, and the whole person was like a huge humanoid "glowing firefly".

Unhindered, the arrow passed through the green light.

After a muffled snort, the green light outside Wan Zhongjian's body gradually disappeared, and his figure staggered, and he took a few steps into the distance before stabilizing his body. I saw him clutching his shoulders tightly, and a stream of slightly black blood was constantly flowing from his fingers.

"Huh, weird!" Deng An couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this. Because according to the speed of the sub-arrow, Wan Zhongjian was not spared, but I don't know what spell the other party used, so that the sub-arrow failed to penetrate his throat, but pierced his left shoulder.

However, the price of performing this technique should be extremely high, and the bone arrow itself contains some corpse poison that is harmful to the monk's body, Wan Zhongjian looked embarrassed at this moment, with a trace of black aura on his face, and his body was even more shaky, completely losing the momentum that a foundation building monk should have.

"You can't kill me! Wan Yongnai is under the ancestor, if he knows that you killed the descendants of ten thousand families, you will never have a place to stay in the Burial Immortal Mountain. Wan Zhongjian roared almost hysterically, hoping to raise Wan Yong's name to deter the meditation in front of him.

However, he miscalculated again, Deng An did not belong to a certain gathering point, he had no worries in the Burial Immortal Mountain, he could come and go as he wanted, and he did not have to take responsibility at all, as for whether he offended Wan Yong, who was quite famous in the eastern region, he did not have much worry.

Killing tigers must be small, and cutting grass must be eradicated.

Deng An's eyes flashed with coldness, and between the flicks of his fingers, a cyan flame flew out, it quickly squirmed a few times, turned into a colorful tiger, and made a vertical leap in mid-air, and arrived in front of Wan Zhongjian, and then, with a big mouth of blood, swallowed it head.

At the same time, Deng An's body moved rapidly, as if teleporting, flashing behind the Flame Tiger, he held the Evil Tiger Jade Staff in both hands, and smashed down with force on the Ten Thousand Strongholds in front of him.

If there is no other means, Wan Zhongjian will definitely die. However, when the Flame Tiger turned into a semi-circular shroud and held him in the middle, he suddenly threw out another rune paper, which was obviously not on the same level as the Ice Arrow Talisman he had used before, and after it burned, the space under the light flame shroud was filled with a thick yellow mist.

When the Evil Tiger Jade Staff passed through the ghost fire and smashed on the yellow mist, Deng An suddenly felt as if he had smashed into a cloud of silt, and the strength of the Evil Tiger Jade Staff was quickly exhausted.

Suddenly, under the ground, there was a muffled snort from Wan Zhongjian, and due to the time difference, it was not known whether he was injured by the ghost fire or hit by the blow of the Evil Tiger Jade Staff. Immediately, his voice quickly became farther away, leaving behind a roar of gnashing teeth: "Dead boy, you wait for the old man, this revenge will not be avenged, I will not be a man!"

Seeing this, Deng An's face became very ugly. If it is a competition speed, he is comparable to the opponent's cultivation, whether it is in the air or on the ground, he has the advantage of the wind shadow escape, and he will definitely not suffer, but underground, he is a little powerless. At this moment, if you want to catch up with Wan Zhongjian, it is impossible at all, so you can go back to Yongning City first and then make plans.

"Thank you, Mr. for saving your life!" When Deng An raided Wan Zhongjian, after a little recovery, Qin Hongling was able to barely stand up, and everything that happened during this period was naturally in her eyes, and she could see that Deng An intended to save her. Because it was the first time to see the meditation, and Deng An's image was a little miserable, although between her eyebrows, there were some traces that made her familiar and cordial, but her heart was still afraid, after a fierce ideological struggle, until Deng An looked back, she mustered up the courage and stepped forward to salute.

Seeing this, Deng An couldn't help but blush, in terms of her relationship with her eldest brother, this gift seemed too heavy, and he also felt a little guilty, originally, she didn't have to be seriously injured, but in order to draw out Wan Zhongjian and see the power of the Blood Intent Bracelet, he deliberately delayed for some time, putting her in danger many times.

Thinking of this, Deng An waved forward with one hand, and with a soft force, he held Qin Hongling up, and then smiled awkwardly: "Miss Qin, you don't have to be polite! It's my responsibility to save you." ”

Qin Hongling was stunned when she heard this, why did the other party say this? Although she was puzzled in her heart, she didn't dare to ask directly, the ghost in front of her was talking, bringing him an invisible pressure, his cultivation was obviously equivalent to that of the foundation building monk, and if he was a monk, he should be regarded as a senior. It would be rude to ask questions to seniors abruptly.

Deng An observed her words and guessed her general thoughts, but now is not the time to explain these problems, and besides, without Deng Hong present, I am afraid that he will not be able to explain clearly, thinking of the eldest brother, his expression darkened: "Let's go! Take me to see the big ...... Deng Hong. ”

Of course, before leaving, Deng An did not forget to clean up the battlefield, Wan Zhongqiu three people's storage bags and their respective weapons, did not suffer much damage, since these things were used by monks, he did not keep them, and gave them all to Qin Hongling.

Qin Hongling was grateful, but also a little uneasy.

Although it was late at night, the streets of Yongning City were full of troops who were urgently mobilized, the sound of the hooves of the sick, the footsteps of the soldiers walking, and the shouts of the officers. Some people who thought they were vigilant thought that there was an enemy army attacking the city, and immediately buried their belongings. More often than not, they went out to inquire about the officers and soldiers.

These officers and men were also confused, especially some of the junior officers, many of whom rushed from their homes to the barracks, and then were transferred to relatively unfamiliar defense areas. There are many indications that this movement was not due to the outbreak of fighting, and the enemy army came to attack the city. They could only answer the doubts raised by the people by their own reasoning, and while reassuring them and persuading them to go home in peace, they tried to inquire with their superiors.

Far away from a mansion in Yongning Mansion, the lights are bright at the moment. The low-level generals in a hurry, each holding a military token, entered and exited from the gate.

Since pacifying the Yongwang family, Deng Hong, under the protection of his henchmen, returned to this right Changshi mansion, because of the support of Zhou Dashi, the army that was originally loyal to King Ning was willing to be loyal to him, at least on the surface. However, this group of troops accounted for four-fifths of the defenders of Yongning City, and it had to be managed well so that there would be no mutiny.

Deng Hong, with the support of Zhou Dashi, immediately dispatched troops overnight and replaced all the defenders of several city gates with the troops he brought. This army was the elite he brought when he took refuge in King Ning, and as long as he controlled the city gate, he could control the situation in Yongning City.

Zhou Dashi understood Deng Hong's worries and cooperated with him with all his might.

At this time, judging from the news of the generals at all levels who had already come to reply, there was no riot in the city, and the situation was basically stable. Deng Hong and several generals sat in the middle hall, discussing their future plans while waiting for news from the few remaining troops.

"Hello Miss Qin!" Deng Hong's voice from a close guard made everyone in the hall look into the courtyard, only to see Qin Hongling walking towards them along a blue brick road.

"Miss Qin, you ...... Are you okay?" Seeing that Qin Hongling's face was pale and in poor spirits, and he seemed to be injured, Deng Hong hurriedly stood up and greeted the door.

Seeing this, the generals in the hall stood up to greet each other.

Those generals who were transferred from King Ning's hands, because the contact time was too short, did not know the relationship between this beautiful woman and Deng Hong, but the few generals who followed Deng Hong to join King Ning were like a bright heart, not to mention her relationship with Deng Hong, her status as an "immortal" alone was enough for them not to dare to underestimate it in the slightest, and every time they saw Qin Hongling, they were respectful.

Qin Hongling saw this momentum, her eyebrows couldn't help frowning, she was originally a quiet woman, and she hadn't been in contact with many people before, only after knowing Deng Hong, especially after he became a general, she had to see all kinds of people almost every day.

However, I don't know what the reason is, she doesn't object to Deng Hong dealing with these people, whenever she sees these people surrounding Deng Hong, she faintly rises a sense of pride in her heart. Maybe it's because she loves the house and Wu! Every time she thinks of this, she always blushes and her heart beats.

In order to follow Deng Hong, she even forgot her master's instructions, forgetting that the immortals were separated, although her lifespan as a Qi cultivator was only a few decades higher than that of ordinary people, but the gap between the two was not only lifespan.