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At the same time, a solid arm stretched out from the ground to pull the two of them away, and Gu Shuifan and Bai Ling disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The misty smoke and dust drifted out, submerging the place where Gu Shuifan and Bai Ling had been lying in the past.

At the same time, a yellow-green sè air flow rushed down from the sky, stirring up a yellow-green sè light curtain in mid-air, instantly enveloping the place where the smoke and dust were emitted.

The hidden weapons disappeared into the yellow-green light curtain, and they disappeared without a sound, as if they had disappeared from the world.

The three people who leaped out of the wall fell to the ground in a daze, looking at the scene from afar, and they didn't know what had happened.

The fat-faced scribe glanced at the square-faced man suspiciously, but met with the same inquiring look from the square-faced man. The delicate woman stared at the misty smoke and dust with great concern.

Everyone present didn't seem to know what was going on, and no one knew whether Gu Shuifan and Bai Ling were alive or dead.

Most of the circle surrounded by everyone had been overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of smoke and dust, and everyone involuntarily stepped back, for fear of being burdened by the sudden accident.

In the middle of the night, the smoke and dust in the sky slowly disappeared, and the hazy venue slowly showed its original appearance.

Three figures loomed in the smoke and dust, two of them snuggled up to the ground, one standing still with a sword in his hand. Everyone was stunned, looking at each other and wondering what was going on.

Li Qingrong glanced at Zhu Wenxuan beside him suspiciously, as if he had something to say. However, Zhu Wenxuan seemed to be stunned by something, and looked directly at the figure standing still in the smoke and dust, as if he had seen a ghost and didn't know what he was thinking.

Time passed, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the yellow-green light curtain also disappeared in a swelling and contraction, and the entire front yard returned to a clear appearance.

The goal is that there is a middle-aged man in a purple robe and a swarthy hole in the crowd.

The purple-robed man suddenly turned his head to look at the wall on one side, as if he was looking for something, but what he saw was the empty wall. He had no choice but to turn around, reach out and take out a white sè porcelain bottle from his arms and throw it at Bai Ling, and said unhurriedly: "Give Fan'er one immediately." ”

Bai Ling also stretched out his hand to take the porcelain bottle, and without saying a word, he bit off the sealing wooden stopper with his teeth, and neatly poured out a crystal pill and stuffed it into Gu Shuifan's mouth.

"Don't move, I'll leave these people here. Also, Ling'er, who poisoned it? Is it this white-haired old man, or is it someone else?"

Bai Ling subconsciously glared at Nangong Bai, who fell to the ground not far away, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start. Even if there is only this change, there is still something that the purple-robed man does not understand.

The purple-robed man didn't pay attention to the people from the White Tiger Gate who were stunned on the spot, and walked towards Nangong Bai by himself. When he walked to him, he leaned over his brocade clothes and quickly took them out, and more than a dozen small jade bottles were taken out of his brocade clothes one by one.

The purple-robed man walked back to Gu Shuifan with all the jade bottles in his hand. He stretched out his hand to rest on Gu Shuifan's pulse, frowning.

After a while, the purple-robed man suddenly looked around angrily, and said coldly: "It turned out to be the Tang Sect's Gu poison, and the blood qi has lost so much!"

The purple-robed man picked up the jade bottle, pulled out the stopper, and carefully checked it. After smelling the scent of a blue jade bottle, he moved and nodded slightly.

He stretched out his fingers and took out a little ointment from the jade bottle, applied it to his hands, kept rubbing each other, and evenly applied it to Gu Shuifan's forehead, hands, wrists and ankles.

Li Qingrong and more than a dozen big men didn't dare to step forward to stop what the purple-robed big man did, they all felt a cold sense of oppression, as if the people in front of them would be at risk at any time as long as they wanted to.

Death seemed to be just around the corner of the thought.

The fat-faced scribe and the square-faced man looked at the purple-robed man in surprise, and they were inevitably shocked when they knew that the purple-robed man had a thin background. They never imagined that this person would come out of the mountain again after more than twenty years, and he would still come to the Tongyuan Realm. No one knows why this person came to Tongyuan Prefecture, but they know that these people from the White Tiger Gate will definitely die today.

Gu Shuifan's fingers moved, and he excitedly wanted to raise his hand to hold the wrist of the purple-robed man. However, after going through such an ordeal, when he saw the purple-robed man, his whole body finally relaxed, where was the slightest strength to do it.

The purple-robed man grabbed the void with one hand, and Gu Shuifan's Lonely Moon Sword flew back upside down with a buzz and fell into the hands of the purple-robed man. The purple-robed man flipped the Lone Moon Sword in his hand, and the scabbard that fell to the ground also leaped back, accurately inserting it into the sword body.

The purple-robed man's face was still indifferent. He shoved the Lonely Moon Sword into Bai Ling's hand and slowly stood up and walked forward. He looked at Li Qingrong emotionlessly, but he didn't say a word.

At this moment, a cold and piercing murderous aura overflowed from the green sè long sword.

Li Qingrong's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and Zhu Wenxuan, who had always regarded himself as calm on his side, couldn't help but be scared. They didn't know who it was, but the blind could see that it was extraordinary.

"How do you want to die?" The purple-robed Da Mandarin's aura was extremely cold, making people feel a piercing feeling of being trapped in icy water, and a sense of anger that was almost out of control was undoubtedly revealed.

At the same time, the purple-robed man glanced out of the human wall, and a cold cold light flashed with it.

The fat-faced scribe chuckled in his heart, and secretly screamed: "This person won't be angry with us too, will he?"

Li Qingrong was shocked, a fierce killing intent made him feel breathless, and he glanced at Zhu Wenxuan beside him like a helper.

"You...... Who are you? Zhu Wenxuan said two sentences......, but he was a little slurred, and he seemed to be shocked.

The purple-robed man didn't seem to hear it, he held the emerald sword and pointed diagonally at the ground, and turned sideways with a cold face, looking like he didn't put Zhu Wenxuan in his eyes.

The purple-robed man swung his sword and drew it towards the void, nodding his head in satisfaction. Suddenly, he glanced at Li Qingrong and Zhu Wenxuan, and a cold light naturally jumped out of his eyes. This is a kind of intimidation in momentum, but also a kind of self-confident killing intent.

Li Qingrong and Zhu Wenxuan looked a little anxious, only to see the sword held by the purple-robed man dragging up a pale green sè clear shadow, everyone knows that this sword is extraordinary, let alone the two of them who have been in accidents for a long time.

And the people around the array didn't have this kind of vision like Li Qingrong and Zhu Wenxuan, and they didn't know what was going on. I only know that this person appeared suddenly, and it is very likely that he came out of a hole.

Zhu Wenxuan had a hunch that even if the Qinglong Gang rushed up, it would be in vain, and he didn't dare to offend the person in front of him casually. However, the person in front of him seemed to have a lot to do with Gu Shuifan and Bai Ling, and he personally found medicine and detoxification for Gu Shuifan, and faintly guessed the origin of the purple-robed man. Why don't you make him dry for a while, and unable to speak?

Zhu Wenxuan took a few steps and bowed deeply: "Your Excellency's martial arts are extremely admired, and it is enough to be included in the world's top masters." If I guessed correctly, you should be the senior Ji of the Seven Scattered Immortals of the Hidden Valley, right? Junior, Zhu Wenxuan, didn't know that the senior was here, how offended!"

Ji was unmoved, and raised his sword forward, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhu Wenxuan, who was speaking, and Li Qingrong beside him. He didn't admit anything directly, as if he didn't even want to say a word.

Zhu Wenxuan was stunned, showing a sad expression like an innocent victim, and said helplessly: "We didn't know that Gu Shaoxia was actually a person from the Misty Valley, if we knew it, we wouldn't dare to offend it in any way." The so-called ignorant are not guilty, and I hope that the seniors can let us ignorant juniors go. ”

When talking about "seniors" and "juniors", Zhu Wenxuan deliberately raised his voice a few points. Ji has a lot of experience, and he can't hear the charm in these words.

However, Zhu Wenxuan still made a fatal mistake, he originally thought that using his false name could make Ji Wuwu inconvenient to make a move because of his identity, but he missed one point, the people of the valley often acted in a way that did not follow common sense.