"No wonder the old guy from the inner gate of the Changchun Sect didn't rush back, it turned out that he had the idea of Yanjun's tomb, no, I met with him, I guess he can recognize me, I can't let him see it." ”

Thinking of this, Ling Yun pushed Feng Li and whispered: "Brother Feng is from a family of Shang Clan, I think there should be something disguised, can I lend it to the next use." ”

"This, if you don't say it, I'll give it to you, after all, there will be a lot of people at that time, and it's not good for you and me to be remembered for what treasures you and I get. Feng Li said, handing Ling Yun a soft thing.

"What is this?"

Ling Yun pinched the object that Feng Li gave him, it was slippery and soft, how could it feel so much like snot.

"It's a hidden glue, a good thing that only Zhongzhou will have, you look at me. As he spoke, Feng Li evenly smeared the concealment glue on his face, and after a while, Feng Li's entire face was wrapped in a white reflective mist, and he couldn't see the specific appearance.

Feng Li said again: "After smearing this object, you will empty your spiritual sense and imagine what you are going to become, like me. ”

After speaking, the mist on Feng Li's face began to change, his eyes and nose gradually had contours, and after a while, he changed into an unfamiliar face.

Seeing this scene, Ling Yun couldn't help but sigh at the strangeness of this concealment glue, he smeared the concealment glue on his face in a similar way, and then a face appeared in his mind.

The mist changed according to his imagination, and long black hair appeared on Ling Yun's originally bare head, and even the corners of his mouth grew a fine beard, and in just a moment's effort, he changed from a handsome boy to a raunchy uncle image.

"This stuff works so well. Ling Yun touched his mustache and found that his face really had a hairy feeling, and he was amazed

The sky is gradually darkening, the night is coming, the two sides of the Dao and the Demon are still on guard against each other, as if they have no intention of immediately sending their disciples into the tomb of Yan Jun, carefully observing, Ling Yun found that the side of the Demon Gate was crowded, a little anxious, but the side of the righteous path was sitting firmly on Mount Tai, it seemed that he was deliberately delaying time, waiting for something.

In the end, news came from the front, and after high-level discussions between the two sides, the tomb of Yanjun was chosen to be opened tomorrow morning when the sun was rising.

What kind of calculation is this? Ling Yun followed the wind and looked at each other, wondering in his heart, and in desperation, they had no choice but to spend the night in the forest.

As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened, and the forces on both sides of Yanjun's tomb had already set up camp, but the scattered cultivators did not dare to rest, they were in a group of three or five or more than ten people, looking around vigilantly, for fear that there would be a sneak attack by people with bad intentions, after all, there were too many people, and there was no background to rely on behind the scattered cultivators, so no one could say what kind of emergencies would occur.

Compared to them, Ling Yun and Feng Li are much more stable, although they did not sleep, but they also entered the cultivation separately, Ling Yun danced the sword, the wind Li was settled, the realm of the two was also considered a master in the casual cultivation, feeling the breath coming from their bodies, within ten zhang, no one dared to approach

In a big tent in the Zhengjianmen station, two uninvited guests were ushered in, one of them was a man and a woman, the man's name was Zangquan and he was the leader of Zixiao Palace, and the woman was called Mrs. Miaoyin, who was the leader of the Meiyin Pavilion.

Zangquan and Mrs. Miaoyin came to the big tent, but they met the leader of the Zhengjian Gate.

The leader of Zhengjianmen was a thin middle-aged man, his face was pale and slightly sickly, and he covered his mouth with a white handkerchief from time to time and coughed, and when the cough was violent, he even gave people the feeling that he might not be able to die at any time.

The two giants who came to the door did not despise the other party because of his frail appearance, because this man was the hall master of the Giant Gate Hall of Tianxuan Peak, the second peak of the Zhengjian Gate, Chen Fangping, his qualifications were enough to rank in the top three in the Zhengjian Gate, and in terms of status, he should be regarded as the deputy master level of the Zhengjian Gate.

"Lord Chen, bothering in the middle of the night, and looking at Haihan. "It's Mrs. Miaoyin who speaks.

"Ahem, it's fine. Chen Fangping coughed, waved his hand, and replied in a very weak voice.

"Hall Master Chen, dare to ask when your junior disciple will come?" Zangquan was a little anxious.

Clinker, as soon as Zang Quan finished speaking, Chen Fangping had not yet answered, but he heard a clear snort: "Since you are hiding from us to reach an agreement with the Demon Gate, why are you waiting for Uncle Meng." ”

Miaoyin and Zangquan's eyes moved slightly, and they found that it was a little girl next to Chen Fangping who spoke, this little girl was baby-faced, with big eyes, and not tall, if she hadn't just spoken, the two of them hadn't noticed that there was a fourth person in the tent.

The two giants were not angry because of the little girl's unreasonable tone, and Zangquan laughed even more: "Haha, Xiao Yue'er's nephew is really as eccentric as when he was a child. ”

Miao Yin stretched out her hand and wanted to touch the little girl's head, but the little girl dodged with disgust, Miao Yin's face remained unchanged, and she said softly to the little girl: "Xiao Yue'er, isn't it angry because of our private actions? ”

"Cut, if Uncle Meng doesn't come, can you only come as agreed?" Xiao Yue'er was not moved by Miaoyin's words, she didn't look around.

"This" Zangquan and Miaoyin glanced at each other, their faces full of helplessness, but the two of them didn't dare to be angry at this little girl, so they could only look at Chen Fangping.

"Ahem, Senior Brother Meng is already on his way here, but Yangzhou is far away from Chongzhou, so he still needs to wait a little longer. Chen Fangping explained.

"If this is really Senior Brother Meng, he will have to choose to enter the tomb for the time being tomorrow. Miao Yin sighed.

The two of them had already asked what they should have asked, and seeing that Xiao Yue'er was unhappy, she was embarrassed to stay longer, so she hurriedly said goodbye.

After the two left, Xiao Yue'er said disdainfully: "Cut, a group of villains." ”

Chen Fangping smiled helplessly, covered his mouth with a handkerchief again, coughed violently, Xiao Yue'er hurriedly poured a bowl of dark green and white liquid, gave it to Chen Fangping, and said with some concern: "Uncle Ping, your illness seems to be more serious than before, and even this cold marrow can't be suppressed." ”

"It's okay, it's been more than 20 years, I'm used to it. Chen Fangping shook his head and looked at Xiao Yue'er dotingly: "It's you, you sneaked out this time, if you let the head of the junior know about it, most of them will shut you up again." ”

Xiao Yue'er playfully stuck out her tongue: "My father has watched me closely since I was a child, and Yue'er feels like she has become a canary in a cage, if she continues to stay in the mountains, maybe she will not die of depression." ”

"It's good to come out, see the world, with your current swordsmanship cultivation, you can also protect yourself, and tomorrow you will go to Yan Jun's tomb to practice." ”

"Ah, Uncle Chen agreed?" Xiao Yue'er exclaimed and looked at Chen Fangping with a look of surprise.

Chen Fangping helplessly touched Xiao Yue'er's head: "Even if I don't agree, I can't look at you." ”

"Hehe, it's better than Uncle Chen, much better than that black-faced daddy. Xiao Yue'er suddenly smiled