The voice...... It's Yang Yong! Jiang He looked back and saw that it was really him!

"Yo, when will Young Master Yang have time to come here to play. She lowered her voice and kept it in an easy-to-open tone.

"Easy to open, easy to open, you are really not afraid of squandering yourself to death, Qi Lianshan dares to tease so blatantly. Yang Yong lifted his robe and sat beside Jiang He politely.

Who is Yang Yong, he is a very legendary figure, he was born in the Yang family in the land of Baiyue, he is the young master of the Yang family, he was born and wise, and he is a well-known little prodigy, but he has no talent for cultivation, he can't communicate with the family's Gu worms, and is gradually given up by the family, but he didn't give up on himself, and opened another path of cultivation with wisdom.

Yang Yong is a very dangerous person, Jiang He has never wanted to deal with him, and when he met him at this time, he immediately accepted his thoughts of watching the show, and just wanted to leave here quickly.

"What, brother, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. After she finished speaking, she disappeared in place with a ghostly body method, and Yang Yong, who was still there, smiled meaningfully, "Is this the light shadow body method left by the Yue Wang Pavilion, in the end, it is to choose a Jiang family inheritance mantle, I really don't know what the old Yue King thinks." He spoke to himself, and looked at the center of the crowd after speaking, at this time the two sides had already fought, and the people around him were afraid of being injured by mistake and pushed away, and he also disappeared in place along the crowd.

Jiang He suddenly appeared at this time, it turned out that she didn't go far at all, but hid on the beam, after all, she was mortal, she couldn't run for too long with the light shadow body left by King Baiyue, she could only use it for a short time to confuse the other party's sight, most of the time she didn't leave the place and just quickly changed her position nearby, just like when she was playing martial arts in the Jiang family.

As soon as Yang Yong left, she removed the change in her body and hid in the crowd, continuing to watch this good show.

But when she was preparing melon seeds and peanuts to watch the wonderful martial arts scene, a floating white figure suddenly occupied her sight.

Xiao Wenchuan...... Looks like you're really keen on racking. She murmured softly, her eyes gradually clouded with a layer of nostalgia.

Xiao Wenchuan suddenly flew to the middle of the two groups of people, white clothes like the moon, a bright gentleman, he should have relied on the aura to temporarily support his legs and stand up, at this time there is no wheelchair restraint, the whole person is powerful and implies deterrence.

"Fellow Daoists, please don't make a big fuss, these are the disciples of my younger generation in Qilian Mountain, most of them are out of the mountain for the first time, and they are offended. Xiao Wenchuan said loudly, pushing a line of loose cultivation a few meters away with one hand, this is a kind word, and he is protecting the calf.

It was not the first time Jiang He had seen Xiao Wenchuan like this, at this time, he had lost the face and temper he had when he was in Qilian Mountain, and he had a little more momentum as a senior brother of Qilian Mountain, which reminded her of the Shuo Shuo pride who was almost on par with the gods at the Xuanzhen Dharma Conference in Qilian fifteen years ago.

She is infatuated with Xiao Wenchuan like this, and hopes that he will always stay high in the clouds to be noticed and worshipped.

But the scattered cultivators on the opposite side seemed to be very dissatisfied with Xiao Wenchuan's protection, they didn't dare to deal with Xiao Wenchuan blatantly, so they could only secretly say sarcastic, "It turned out that Senior Brother Qilian Xiao led the team, but we don't know Taishan anymore, and we don't care about these promising Qilian arrogant sons, let's go." He bites the words "great future" very hard, obviously implying that Xiao Wenchuan has no future. Even if it is now at the peak of foundation building, it can only stop here forever, and finally be surpassed by peers and even juniors, and become the talk of everyone after dinner.

Jiang He's eyes narrowed slightly, watching these scattered cultivators walk towards the door, and suddenly pulled out a black robe from the storage ring and draped it on his body, and followed them out of the Blessing Inn.

Several casual cultivators seemed to breathe, although the majesty of the scattered cultivation alliance was swept away, but after all, they were sarcastic to Xiao Wenchuan, and their hearts were very relaxed, and they gradually walked farther away, intending to find an inn nearby that still had a place. Approaching a small alley, he was suddenly stopped by a hoarse voice.

"How many of you want to stay in the hotel?"

Following the voice, there was a black-robed monk standing in the alley, his face was wrapped in gauze, and blood was shining through the gauze, looking very fierce.

That is Jiang He, who is preparing to pit people.