After sending away the real person of the Transformation Dao, Jia Jia also relaxed a lot and began to focus on cultivation.

Xiuzhen sun and moon are always monotonous and long, this day, Jia Jia received a happy note early in the morning, probably the last time for the demon sword god is really tired, it is said that Yuan Lao and Huanxi went back to sleep, looking for months of spirit, Jia Jia went to look for Huanxi twice, saw her standing and almost asleep can't help but shake her head and sigh, just wait for her to rest and then come to find her.

This rest lasted for several months, and Jia Jia received a message of joy, asking her to go down the mountain to Mingding City for a walk.

The two of them went all the way down the mountain, wearing only the most ordinary Kunlun sect uniforms, and occasionally talked about some of the things they had seen and heard over the years, which was also a little interesting.

As he walked, he said that it would soon be noon, and Huanxi sniffed his nose and let out a heartfelt sense of satisfaction: "What a smell, it's so fragrant!"

Jia Jia, who looked like this, really couldn't bear to refuse her, and she hadn't tasted the food of fireworks for a long time, but she was as happy as she was back then.

Seeing this, Jia Jia couldn't help but propose: "Why don't I go and take a look?"

Huanxi nodded again and again, as if out of the instinct of a foodie, stretched out his hand and pointed to a real food shop on the side of the road.

Huanxi's finger-friendly Xiuzhen food shop is not big, but it is also clean and comfortable, the two of them found a seat on the street and sat down, Jia Jia did not have much appetite, only holding a cup of tea made in Lingquan water in his hand and watching Huanxi feast, eating a bun and gnawing a piece of demon beast meat: "The leg meat of the tiger spirit beast is cooked well, and the rattletail rabbit is a little burnt, Nuo is okay with this......"

Jia Jia pursed her lips and smiled, and was about to speak, but as if it was an instinct, she suddenly turned her head and looked behind her, and glanced at the tables of diners behind her with a wary and suspicious gaze, and then turned around.

Huanxi, who was eating fiercely, also noticed Jia Jia's gaze, and couldn't help but look up in surprise and ask her, "What's wrong?"

"It's fine. Jia Jia smiled, reached out and grabbed a piece of meat for her, frowning invisibly.

In the wing room not far behind the two of them, someone was also startled by her, couldn't help patting his chest, and sighed again and again: "My God, scared me to death, just now she suddenly turned around and thought she had found us!"

"The one next to him is Huanxi, although it doesn't look good, it's nearly two hundred years old, but it's still just a golden pill, but it's a master of channeling, and that magic sword is a channeling spirit completed by her and her master. Tongshen is very special, no matter how strange the people are, they may not be able to achieve anything in Tongshen. Looking at the entire Kunlun, now there are only two monks who practice the art of the gods with a real person surnamed Yuan. The real person surnamed Yuan is no better than her, very cunning, so the best candidate is the joy in front of her. And you see, she left Kunlun by herself, wouldn't God help me?" A monk in a gorgeous brocade robe shook the folding fan in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his gaze to the female cultivator beside him, and frowned, "But I'm afraid it's not easy to take Huanxi away." ”

"How?" the startled monk approached him, still a little frightened in his eyes, as if he had a lingering palpitation.

"The nun who suddenly looked back at you was about the same age as Huanxi, and had a good relationship with Huanxi, plus this kind of appearance, there was only one person. The monk with the folding fan in his hand frowned, his eyes did not miss the slightest movement of Jia Jia, and he muttered, "Lian Jia Jia, a Kunlun female cultivator, a teacher of Qin Ya, Gu Lang is the same family, and the blood of the Heavenly Elephant Phoenix is also considered to be the number one task in Kunlun." has a weak appearance, has a delicate posture, and is actually a ruthless character. Don't you look at her age, in fact, she is already a real out-of-body late-stage Great Perfection cultivation, such an immortal-level cultivation, and I heard that she is born with five senses that are different from ordinary people, and she knows the will to fight, you just took a look at it, maybe she has discovered it. ”

"Earth Immortal level cultivators, what should I do, do I still want to take that joy away?" the monk frowned, "I'm afraid it's not easy to take that joy away from her." ”

"It's not easy to do it under the nose of Kunlun in Mingding City. What's more, it's not ordinary now, this one called Huanxi has only recently been spreading because of the fact that he is a demon sword and a god, Kunlun naturally won't let her go like this, it's already difficult to kidnap people, not to mention that she also has a difficult monk in the late stage of the Great Perfection of the out-of-body stage, which is almost impossible to do. The monk said, nodding his eyebrows with a folding fan, and shook his head repeatedly, "I don't approve of this in the first place, and I wouldn't want to take this risk if it weren't for those monks who are in the way of Shinto." ”

"Who knows!" the monk on the side stomped his foot, "Originally, the gods were little known, how do you know that you can kill a demon sword halfway, now it's okay, what should I do?"

"Of course it doesn't work. We have been preparing for this for more than 300 years, and if we give up at this time, it will really be impossible to say anything. The monk with the folding fan stared closely at Jia Jia's every move, not missing a single move from her, and saw that she seemed to look as usual, smiling and saying something with joy, and also put a piece of meat in her mouth in a good mood.

After looking at it for a long time, the monk with the folding fan suddenly spoke, "What time is it now?"

"Why is the eldest brother so nervous that he doesn't even know the hour?" the monk with the folding fan glanced at his lips and complained, "A quarter of noon." ”

"That's about the time. The monk with the folding fan said, turned the folding fan in his hand, and with a sleeve of his coat, the purple qi that poured into the sky spread out, enveloping this small food shop.

Seeing this, the monk on the side breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to the two female cultivators who were sitting by the window and were sleepy: "Big brother is too worried, this hand illusion is a monk in the Tibetan God Period, and she may not be able to hide, not to mention, she is only worthy of the Great Perfection in the late stage of the out-of-body stage." There should be no problem. With that, he was about to push the door out, but was stopped by the monk who folded the fan: "Slow, look and see!"

As he spoke, the monk's gaze that was about to push the door out naturally turned to Jia Jia, but this look couldn't help but be shocked, seeing her fingers move, and then seemed to struggle to shake her head.

He was frightened by this move, and hurriedly jumped backwards, grabbing the arm of the monk with the folding fan: "Big brother, look at her ......"

"Don't panic!" the monk who was called the eldest brother raised his hand to soothe him, frowned at the Jia Jia who seemed to be still struggling, and after three or two times, saw that her hands finally hung down weakly, as if she had been pulled into the illusion after all, so he breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the door out, and walked to the two by the window. (To be continued.) )