Unfortunately, Master Yan had some entanglements and deep friendship in his heart, and Cheng Qian didn't know anything about it.

At this time, the eight winds that were not moving were just showing off. They almost occupied three of them, namely the old, the young, the sick and the disabled. Cheng Qian was not really a big heart, so how could he enter into a completely meditation?

He had several encounters with the island owner, and he was also a very suspicious person, and he had no doubts at all. At this time, while regulating his breath, he divided his mind and listened to the various movements around him, and thought: "Looking at this confusing look, we might have to fight in a while. We would be better able to get into the casual cultivator. The casual cultivator on Qinglong Island is generally a mob, and he may not be able to get into the eyes of these powerful people. Maybe he can make trouble in the chaos."

Then he thought, "If it's not...then it's a good fight. At worst, I can die here. If I can resist for them for a while, I'll be in peace."

He was so willing to do so in his heart, but he no longer thought about it anxiously, and the stagnant true energy on his body became much smoother.

In a panic, the island owner finally spoke and explained: "More than ten years ago, I fought with a few fellow Taoists, a great demon, and my soul was damaged. Therefore, I am still in seclusion and healing my wounds. I wonder what you want to see?"

Bai Ji pressed step by step: "This is what Master Gu doesn't plan to take a look at this open and open mirror?"

The island master looked at him faintly, and his very tired look flashed across his face, and he sighed: "If you want to add a crime, you have no worries. Even if it is this absurd crime - the White House Lord, whether you believe it or not, Gu has never seen Ling Sun, and he has never had any soul-devouring lamp in his hand, and the ghost path..."

He sneered softly, with a slight sarcasm, as if he was unwilling to accompany this farce.

Zhou Hanzheng raised his eyebrows slightly and tapped his palm with a fan and said, "I'll say that the island master is a ghost demon cultivator, which is really ridiculous - in the battle more than ten years ago, the four saints died and three injured, which was very tragic, and it was indeed true. Since the island master has shown that his soul has been damaged and healed for many years in seclusion, I can see that this soul mirror is not taken, but I believe it anyway."

Zhou Han said this, and with his five fingers pinched the soul mirror, he immediately put Bai Ji, who had just forced the island owner, there alone, as if he was really a righteous and righteous person!

Bai Ji was so embarrassed that he blushed immediately. He heard a sneer behind him, "I'm afraid that Old Man Bai's life is about to end, so it's fake to find a grandson. It's true that he wants to ascend to the sky by any means?"

Bai Ji said furiously: "What? Get out!"

A group of people came out in response, leading the way, with a cold face, and a "I'm not easy to mess with" at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He looked around, and his eyes seemed to look at a group of different shapes of shit. Finally, he looked at the Lord of Qinglong Island and said, "I am Tang Yao, Mulanshan. My first disciple Tang Zhen has been missing for a hundred years. Recently, I heard about him in Guidi, so I came to visit him. I was so rude."

Tang Wanqiu was stunned when he saw him, and after a while he said, "...President?"

For the sake of the family, Tang Yao glanced at her condescendingly, but was not very kind, so he nodded lightly.

Both of them came to Qinglong Island as if they had agreed. On the other hand, there was her sect. Even though Tang Wanqiu had been away from the sect for many years, he felt that he was sandwiched between two huge splints, and it was not so much inside.

Zhou Hanzheng teased: "It's strange. Qinglong Island has become a special place for missing persons?"

Mu Lanshan's words may be a routine. Tang Yao said expressionlessly: "I'm not here to ask for it. Recently, there was a message from Mu Lanshan that he had seen Tang Zhen's soul in the East China Sea area. I don't know who is so anxious and righteous. For more than a hundred years, he is still worried about the salty radish of the sect. Zhou Da has any ideas?"

Zhou Han replied without blushing and gasping, "Of course there are still be kindness and righteousness."

"Benevolence and righteousness? I have heard of 'The great way is abolished, benevolence and righteousness, wisdom comes out, and great falsehood'." Tang Yao, who had this position as a mystery, did not give Zhou Han any positive face, and turned to the Lord of Qinglong Island, and said, "Fellow Daoist Gu, although I have no friendship with you, this incompetent disciple has become your disciple. I have been caring for many years. I came here to tell you something. We were originally looking for clues on the East China Sea. I heard a rumor that the devil of the Four Saints was a Beiming Lord. The big devil had a strange stone in his hand. After that battle, he fell on Qinglong Island."

Tang Yao paused, ignoring the face of the island owner, and continued, "They said that you should have died long ago by the big devil. You have been relying on that strange stone to support you and have been at the end of your strength for many years. I am afraid that the White House Lord will hear it and come here for that stone, right?"

Bai Ji was caught off guard and said in anger, "It's nonsense!"

Tang Yao: "Is it Hu Yan the White House Lord clear in his heart that I heard that the strange stone has the ability to replenish the sky, also called the 'thinking' stone, but it is not a question of improving the cultivation level. Why? The White House Lord has been old and never died, and he is also worried about his life span? He doesn't think about what the great devil of the Beiming is!"

Zhou Hanzheng responded meaningfully: "What the leader of Tang meant is that the island master lived on a monster's stone? This... this is not very decent."

Tang Yao and Zhou Hanzheng spoke a few words, and Yan Zhengming was frightened. Perhaps he didn't know the reason. He knew the origin of the Beiming Lord. He knew that there was a senior who was obsessed with the Fuyao Sect, but when did there be a treasure of the devil?

Thinking a little deeper, Yan Zhengming almost burst into cold sweat behind his spine, feeling that they were being peeled and cramped on the fire.

The island owner did not answer, and said, "Zhou Da, you have been hiding your identity in Qinglong Island for decades, and your goal must be quite large."

He completely avoided answering the cold and warmth of Zhou Hanzheng and Tang Yao, and his sings and sings and sings and sings, but to other people, he almost had accusations.

When Bai Ji saw the wind turn, he immediately said, "Gu Yanxue, living by monsters, the four saints are actually deceiving the world and stealing their reputation?"

The wandering cultivator even shouted: "The sect's martial arts have never been passed down. The master of Gu recruits wandering cultivators every ten years to practice. If you think he is so big, you will have a kind heart for no reason. Who would have that kind heart!"

At the end of the conversation, the cultivator actually broke his voice and cried. He was so loud that the East China Sea waves were heard behind him. He couldn't scream. It sounded inexplicably that there was a bit of sadness about the death of the rabbit and the fox. The dragon that had just been dormant was alarmed again, and it was faintly like breaking out of the water. The disciples of Qinglong Island and the people of the West Palace were once again nervous. However, this time, the cultivators on Qinglong Island retreated and watched, and became vaguely alert.

I don’t know who took the action first, and I don’t know how many forces on the island were suddenly in chaos.

At this time, there was a low sound of "woo" from somewhere. Seeing that the wandering cultivators who had been retreating in unison suddenly came out more than a dozen people. These were very strange, and they were all fearless and rushed towards the west palace.

The cultivation level of the casual cultivator was not high, and the one who rushed to the front was immediately broken by a sword light beside Bai Ji, and he could not die again.

But at this time, a terrifying relationship happened.

The scattered cultivator's internal organs turned into a ball of blood mist, spraying everywhere, and the four or five bodies that had been broken down were still like puppets, continuing to move forward like a ghost.

Although the sword cultivator in the West Palace had a high level of cultivation, he had never seen such a scene before, so he was so scared that he took three steps back on the spot.

After looking again, the dozen or so cultivators all had red eyes, and the black air with their teeth and claws could be seen behind them.

Bai Ji said in surprise and angrily: "Gu Yanxue, what else do you have to quibble!"

As he finished speaking, the casual cultivator behind him who had just spoken generously suddenly let out a different howl. His whole body cracked from his chest, and his skin cracked inch by inch, revealing the purple blood vessels and veins on his face. Then the blood grabbed Bai Ji Houxin with bare hands and claws.

Bai Ji's cultivation of nearly a thousand years would naturally not let him touch it. With a palm-sized demon-subduing pestle flew out from his sleeve, he shook it twice in the air, and suddenly pulled it to more than one, inserted it into the bloody sky cover, nailing him to the spot.

Unexpectedly, the blood was never dead, and was pierced into a skewer by the demon-subduing pestle, and still struggled endlessly. After a moment, he suddenly exploded and exploded himself into countless pieces of blood and blood shining with black air.

The group suddenly screamed, and the blood clots were extremely poisonous and could not be touched.

Zhou Han's face changed: "This is the way of the demon cultivator to draw souls. He blew a dark talisman into his soul without knowing it, and those can be driven by him."

As soon as this statement came out, a large area suddenly appeared beside the island lord. Even the original Qinglong Island disciples looked at their island lord in surprise - the powerful people in the world, except for the Four Saints, who can draw a dark talisman?

Tang Yao seemed to have been waiting for his words, and he heard the sound and turned to the island master, crossed the sword, and a shattered fire light burst out from the beginning and end of the sword, which was the result of his true energy concentrating.

Tang Yao said: "Master Gu, what do you say?"

The island owner smiled bitterly and said, "Don't argue with a hundred people."

Tang Yao asked, "So that strange stone is indeed in your hands?"

He finally showed up his dream, and tens of millions of fig leafs were lifted up, and the gems inside were still coveted by him.

There was always something unwilling to see the situation clearly. Tang Wanqiu immediately stepped forward and stood beside the island master, defending with a very eyebrow: "Master, my life guaranteed that the island master could not be a demon cultivator, and he would not be greedy for any monsters!"

"Shut up," Tang Yao roared softly, "Tang Wanqiu, you are becoming more and more arrogant. Even if you go out, you are still from Mulan Mountain. Can you not want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"

Tang Wanqiu suddenly became confused by shameless malice, and immediately opened her eyes wide. At this time, even if she deceived herself, she understood. At first glance, the words of this leader Mu Lanshan were even more sensible than Zhou Hanzheng, and it turned out that he was even worse than Zhou Hanzheng.

Tang Wanqiu's face turned pale and she was silent for a long time. She said word by word: "Then...then please expel me from the sect."

The island owner sighed: "All the reputations of the sky will be slandered. It's nothing. You don't need to do this in late autumn."

Tang Wanqiu gritted his teeth, and the turtle was still unmoved when he ate the weight.

The island owner was going to speak again. Hearing Zhou Han, who was standing not far or near, was dyed with blood in the sea, he said slowly: "I still don't believe it, how could the island owner be secretly hidden? Sect Tang, how do you know that the so-called strange stone is on Qinglong Island? Maybe it will be annihilated with the great demon? Have you found out the source of the Beiming Lord?"

As soon as these words came out, the island owner's face finally changed. His figure suddenly swelled, and his palm covered the sky and sunny. The man who had been tired and tepid on his face finally got angry: "Who is your master?"

Zhou Han was avoiding in a mess, half-true and half-false, and said in panic: "I am clearly defending the island owner. What does the island owner mean?"

Tang Yao intervened and stopped Zhou Hanzheng and the island owner: "Why are you going to kill him and silence him?"

These two powerful men in the world started to fight in secret. Yan Zhengming, who was confused, heard the island master whispering and sent the voice to his ear, urging him: "Take your junior brothers and let go quickly when the chaos is happening. Don't mention Fuyao Mountain after that, let alone your master - you don't know anything!"

In the midst of lightning, Yan Zhengming's chaotic mind suddenly found a clue in his mind - Zhou Han clearly knew the origin of the Fuyao faction and Beiming Lord, which was a threat.

If the island lord refuses to admit that the stone is in his hands, he will pursue the Beiming Lord from the Fuyao Sect. If the stone is not in the hands of the Four Saints, of course, it will still be in the Fuyao Sect!

If you have this thing that "thinks about life and death, flesh and bones", even if you are a little suspicious, you are destined to be at the forefront of the storm. Who cares whether you are innocent or die in vain?

Yan Zhengming looked at the shouts of killing on the entire island and felt that he had almost become a piece of fish in the crack, with countless swords and chopping on his back.

He was frightened and knew that he should carry Xiao Qian on his back and leave immediately with his sects, but how could he be content with the island owners to stand in front of him with a betrayal?

Yan Zhengming was frozen in place for a moment and had no choice.

The island owner suddenly shouted: "Tang Wanqiu!"

When Tang Wanqiu heard this, he felt like he was struck by lightning. His expression changed a few times. Finally, he gritted his teeth and turned to Yan Zhengming and said, "I escort you and leave."

Yan Zhengming: "May..."

Tang Wanqiu stood up and said with his eyebrows: "Mother-in-law and mother? The previous generation of the squad has nothing to do with you, it's a problem!"

Li Yun's thoughts may turn faster. Yan Zhengming figured it out. Of course, he would not have expected that he would not have thought of it. At this time, he was afraid that the senior brother of the sect would be heroic inappropriately, so he hurriedly shouted: "Brother, Xiao Qian is injured, the junior sister is still that young... Listen to senior!"

Yan Zhengming turned his head blankly and looked at him. At this time, the voice of the island owner came from his ears again. The island owner said without any doubt: "I'll give you a ride."

Seeing that the island owner who was fighting fiercely with Tang Yao in the air suddenly spit out a colorful small tripod from his mouth. Tang Yao was shocked and saw that the situation was wrong, he suddenly retreated. It was too late. He saw a hurricane around the treasure tripod, sweeping over everything on the ground without any mistakes, as if a wind dragon had appeared on the flat ground.

Yan Zhengming let out a "whimper" in his ears. Before he could react, he was already swept in. He heard countless exclamations mixed with the sound of the wind. He didn't know how far he was scraped out, and he was dizzy for a moment.

For a moment, Yan Zhengming tightened his waist, and a strip of rag came over like a ghost, and rolled it straight up to his waist. Yan Zhengming was pulled by a strange force and staggered heavily to the ground. He rubbed his eyes hard and then saw that the other strip of rag was held in his hand by Tang Wanqiu. For a moment, Tang Wanqiu threw the other strip over, and Yan Zhengming instinctively caught it, because Cheng Qian, who looked not very good-looking.

"The island master can't trust you, and ask me to escort you. Since this is the case, I can't bear the burden." Tang Wanqiu said, "Get up and go."

Li Yun whispered: "Senior Brother, go quickly."

Yan Zhengming couldn't help but look at Cheng Qian. Cheng Qian supported himself with the sword in his hand. He must have had some strength after adjusting his breathing. When he received Yan Zhengming's gaze, he didn't say much, and simply said: "Listen to you, you will decide."

The island was surging, and the island owner, a wind dragon, sent them far away. From a distance, the island owner's figure was hidden in countless noises and could never be seen again. Yan Zhengming felt as uncomfortable as if he was upside down.

It was not until this time that he realized that "going to Fuyao Mountain, without seeking knowledge and practicing in the world", was clearly a great dream of spring and autumn that he was not familiar with the world.

The world is full of tides, and even the island owner can go with the flow, let alone them?

Why is this fairy road so difficult?

"Let's go," Yan Zhengming whispered, "Let's go."

But where are you going?

They carefully followed Tang Wanqiu through the hills and forests, and the shouts of killing gradually faded away.

Tang Wanqiu arrived at the beach and threw the ragged cloth belt into the air. The cloth strip turned into several meters and floated in the air. She signaled to go up and said, "It is impossible to find a boat. You can leave like this. I don't have that advanced cultivation. This cloth belt is difficult to hold on for too long. I can't send you across the sea directly. You can first settle on the deserted islands around you, adjust your breathing a little, and find a way when the limelight passes."

Yan Zhengming's throat and hair were blocked: "Senior, where are you?"

"I have my own place to go," Tang Wanqiu turned to Qinglong Island, "President Yan, you don't have to worry about it. The island master is not for you. The Zhou surnamed sneaked into Qinglong Island for many years, and those wandering cultivators with painting souls... It means that he has been deliberately trying to deal with him, the "Heaven Master". He has already told me that he will send you away safely no matter what. The island master's life is about to end, and there are not many days to live. But he will only make an appointment with the old man to protect you for one day."

Tang Wanqiu rolled up his sleeves and took the lead in rolling Han Yuan, Ochre Waterhole and others on rags, and said, "I won't protect you anymore, so I'll do it myself."

After saying that, Tang Wanqiu raised her shabby sword, ignored them again, jumped to the melee, and thrust into the melee, and disappeared again.

The female cultivators are respected as "fairies". Even if the fairy is so down-and-out that she does not have a white veil, she can still have a red-headed rope. Tang Wanqiu can take out a tattered cloth strap, but maybe she is usually used as a belt.

The turbid air is not invaded, and the bones and marrow are cut off. Not to mention, they are all beautiful and beautiful, but they are all pleasing to the eye. Only her two broom eyebrows and one debt-collecting face.

She overestimated her abilities and was very good at asking for trouble. If she spoke, she would need to pick up any pot without opening it...
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