"What do you want to talk about?" Lang Xing looked at the sky and said. Jun Wuji, the Four Immortals of Yin Yang Palace, died in his hands. Not only did he get involved in the dispute, he was also at the forefront.

Seeing that he still had no intention of sitting up, Wu Xian couldn't have a good conversation with one lying down and the other standing, so he had to take two steps back and sit down a few feet away from Lang Xing, and asked in a friendly tone, "What are you doing?"

Where are you going to play?”

"There is no definite target. Just keep heading northwest and go to the end of the map."

"Where is your map?" Wuxia showed his sincerity and sent Langxing an astrological map of the northwest.

"It's further away than yours." Lang Xing also sent her an astrological map, but what they both passed was not the northwest end of their respective maps.

Wuxia narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. She did not expect that Langxing's map would extend to such a far place. Yin Yang Palace is a Northern Xinjiang sect, and there is no reason why the map here should be smaller than the Zixiao Palace.

"Where did you get this map? Your Zixiao Palace is really capable."

Lang Xing said calmly, "This is the place I visited last time. The map of Zixiao Palace is not that big."

Wu Xia frowned and said suspiciously, "We are talking properly, don't be so cloudy, otherwise I will be unhappy."

Lang Xing looked at her without any change in his expression and said, "I'm just talking to you. Your map only reached the edge of the sea and mountain area, while I flew deep into the depths for a long time. There was nothing there. This time I

I want to explore again and see if I can get to the end."
Chapter completed!