Fujihua Yuan smiled gloomily, his eyes showed a monstrous murderous intent, and he secretly said in his heart: "Li'er, grandpa has come to avenge you." Thinking of Fuji Li, Fuji Huayuan couldn't help but feel sad, the most eye-catching and talented junior in the fourth generation of the Fuji family, was suddenly killed.

After Fuji Li's death, Fujihua Yuan had a detailed investigation and finally understood the cause of the matter, except for Wang Lin, he held a grudge against all the idle people who caused Teng Li's death.

At this time, the immortal-like monk sighed leisurely and said: "Fuji Daoyou, I have already calculated for you that person before, in the Cassia Valley, why do you still want to find his loved ones? ”

Fujika Yuanmian sank into the water, staring at the monk without saying a word.

The monk smiled bitterly and shook his head, touched the ancient mirror in his hand, pinched the trick with his right hand, and patted it gently, and suddenly the ancient mirror flew out of his hand, wandering in mid-air, as if looking for direction, but after a long time, the ancient mirror turned left and right, and could not find the final direction.

The monk frowned, knowing that there were too few clues to be provided, so he flicked his sleeve, and with a touch of the ancient mirror in mid-air in his right hand, the small mirror immediately returned to the monk's hand.

The monk bit his fingertips and quickly drew a symbol on the surface of the mirror, and threw it again, this time the mirror was strong in the wind, and immediately became several times larger, and the mirror surface was crystal clear, flickering with layers of ripples and ripples.

The mirror is oblique, shining on Fujihuayuan.

"Don't be surprised, this ancient mirror needs to absorb the cursed qi of you and that person," the monk said with a solemn expression.

A trace of black gas emanated from Fujihuayuan's forehead, and quickly drilled into the ancient mirror, and the ripples on the mirror surface became more and more, and under the layers of ripples, a large mansion slowly reflected in it.

Fujihua Yuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and after taking a look, he stared at the monk of the fairy wind dao bone without saying a word.

The monk hesitated slightly, sighed lightly, and with a move of his right hand, the ancient mirror floated down, instantly increasing several times, becoming more than one person tall, the monk smiled bitterly, and stepped into the mirror.

Fujihua Yuan smiled at the corner of his mouth and followed.

After the two entered the mirror, the ancient mirror quickly shrank and finally disappeared without a trace.

There is a small town a hundred miles away from here, the Wang family is in the countryside of ten miles and eight villages, it is said that there are several clansmen in the clan who worship the immortal sect, which is known to everyone in the remote town.

The Wang family was born as a carpenter, and has several workshops and shops in the town, and in the eyes of outsiders, the Wang family can almost be said to be the largest family within a radius of dozens of miles.

In the whole town, the most luxurious is the big mansion of the royal family, and on this day, the sun in the sky is like a big furnace, scorching the earth. The janitor of the Wang family's ancestral house was leaning on the doorrail, holding a fan to keep away the heat.

The green cloth coat on his body, his back and chest, were already soaked with sweat.

"It's damn weather, it's hot and doesn't make people live. The man unbuttoned his coat and fanned it hard.

At this time, the door of a side room in the house was pushed open, and a girl dressed as a maid, holding a celadon bowl, walked out, turned left and right in the house, and it didn't take long to come to the door, and after seeing the young man, he smiled and said: "Brother, drink a bowl of sour plum soup to relieve the heat." ”

The young man looked back at the girl, immediately smiled, took the celadon bowl, drank it dry, and suddenly felt cool all over his body, and sighed: "The old man will enjoy it, this iced sour plum soup is really delicious, little sister, when you came out, didn't let Young Master Hao see it, right?"

The girl took the fan, fanned the guy, and said with a smile: "Brother, don't worry, the young master didn't see me, I ran out while he wasn't paying attention, besides, Young Master Hao is good, even if he sees it, it's fine." ”

The guy enjoyed his sister's fan, nodded and said: "That's, Young Master Hao is an immortal, how can you be as knowledgeable as us, little sister, you have to show more, if you can be accepted as a concubine by Young Master Hao, then your brother and I will be mixed up at that time, give me a deacon to do it, and I will be satisfied." ”

The girl's face turned red, she glanced at her brother, and said: "Brother, you have been in the Wang family longer than me, I heard that there are a total of three young masters who have been selected as immortals, but I have been here for three years, how come I have seen Young Master Zhuo come back once except for Young Master Hao, and there is no third person." ”

The guy said proudly: "I really know about this, the third young master, called Wang Lin, is incomparable with Young Master Hao, I heard that it is a ......" As soon as he said this, he suddenly closed his mouth and looked at the sky blankly.

I saw a long rainbow break through the air, and it fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, revealing a young man in a black shirt, this young man's face was as white as jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he was quite handsome, a sword was behind him, the sword spike fluttered, and he was born leisurely.

But if you look closely, you will find that he is no longer young, with slight fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and the former arrogance is gone at this time, with a slight sense of vicissitudes.

"Zhuo...... Young Master Zhuo. The young man stammered and hurriedly bent over.

The girl was also startled by the way the other party fell from the sky, and hurriedly stood behind her brother.

The person who came was Wang Zhuo, he frowned, glanced at the guy, and said, "Your name is Wang Tao, right?"

The guy didn't expect Wang Zhuo to remember his name, so he immediately perked up, and hurriedly said, "Young Master Zhuo, the little one is Wang Tao." ”

Wang Zhuo hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Wang Tao, who told you about Wang Lin?

Wang Tao's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said, "Yes...... It was the housekeeper who said it, saying that Young Master Lin probably didn't have the face to come back, and also said that he was a waste back then, trying in vain to snatch the qualification for cultivating immortals with you. ”

Wang Zhuo was silent, and after a long time, he sighed leisurely, as if talking to himself and as if to say to Wang Tao: "Waste...... Compared to him, I'm afraid I'm a waste......"

Wang Tao was stunned, he heard Wang Zhuo's words, and immediately doubted in his heart, at this moment, a young man suddenly walked out of the house, this young man was standing not far away, looking at Wang Zhuo, and said flatly: "Wang Zhuo, long time no see." ”

Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly and said, "Wang Hao, we haven't seen each other for three years, you have changed a lot." ”

Wang Hao's face showed melancholy, and both of them fell silent. Guy Wang Tao and his sister, standing on the side, didn't dare to breathe, looking at these two people, Wang Tao knew that they were the proud sons of the Wang family, the immortals who stood tall.

"Is there any news of Wang Lin?" Wang Hao said in a low voice.

"Since he left with the Hengyue faction, there has been no news. Wang Zhuo said with a complicated expression on his face.

"What are you cultivating now? In the Xuandao Sect, with your qualifications, you should be able to be favored by many elders. Wang Hao sighed and asked.

"It's hard to say, I'm now on the eleventh layer of the condensation period, this is still after winning the competition last year, he only broke through after entering the back mountain, I don't know what kind of cultivation he is now, presumably it must be at least the fifteenth layer of the condensation period. Wang Zhuo said bitterly.

Wang Hao was silent for a while, and laughed at himself: "I am only at the seventh layer of the Qi Condensation Period now, and it has only been a few years, and the gap has widened. ”

The more Wang Tao listened, the more frightened he became, although he didn't understand what it meant to condense qi and build a foundation, but from the words of the two young masters, he could still hear that this Wang Lin was definitely not what the housekeeper said, looking at it like this, he was definitely a great character.

At this moment, all of a sudden, the whole sky darkened, and the originally hot temperature dissipated at this moment, and a huge mirror appeared in mid-air silently, and the mirror surface flashed with waves, and under the layers of ripples, the two of them stepped out. One of the two had the aura of a fairy wind and bones, and the other was shrouded in an eerie aura.

A great pressure fell from the sky in vain.

Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao, their faces changed greatly, and they didn't dare to take a deep breath, Wang Zhuo hurriedly hugged his fists and said respectfully: "Junior Xuandao Sect Wang Zhuo, meet the two seniors." ”

The immortal wind monk was stunned, glanced at Wang Zhuo, and said, "Xuandao Sect?

Wang Zhuo's heart was shocked, and he had a bad premonition, so he hurriedly took out a jade slip from the storage bag to prove his identity, and the monk grabbed it with his big hand, and the jade slip took it in his hand and looked at it intently, then glanced at Wang Hao and said, "You too?"

Wang Hao was shrewd, and without any hesitation at this time, he nodded.

Fujihuayuan snorted lightly, flicked his sleeves, and suddenly "bang, bang" twice, and the head of the guy and his sister standing next to Wang Zhuo immediately exploded, and blood and flesh splashed everywhere.

Two yellow clouds of smoke and dust floated out of the bodies of the two people, and with a wave of Fujihuayuan's right hand, a small black flag floated in the air, and the two clouds of smoke and dust under a roll were immediately included in it.

Immediately after, two pained faces appeared on the flag, none other than the guy and his sister.

"Here and today, there are no chickens and dogs left!" Fujihua Yuan said gloomily, taking a step, past Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao, and walking towards the house.

Besides, Wang Lin quickly escaped in the Cassia Valley, and behind him, two men and one woman pursued with murderous faces.

While running, suddenly Wang Lin felt a pain in his chest, as if there was an invisible awl, which was stabbing fiercely, this kind of pain was not a ** injury, but an ethereal pain from the soul.

An inexplicable panic and irritability rose from his heart.