Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Yun Li. The move just now had no rules at all, just a random slap of the sword. With just such a casual slap, Mo Huai, who had exquisite sword skills, was knocked down.

Such a young girl obviously cannot be a master of swordsmanship. There is only one possibility for her to reach the realm of transformation. Her strength is extraordinary.

As the saying goes, if one force reduces ten levels, one cannot form absolute suppression in cultivation. When facing such a brute force cultivator, no matter how exquisite the sword technique is, it cannot be used.

Yun Li took away the heavy sword and inserted it on the ground. The little black chicken flew over from beside him, stood on the sword pier, with his head raised high, looking proud.

Mo Huai's pale face turned flushed, and he immediately vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Senior Brother Mo!"

Manager Xu shouted, stepping forward a few steps, trying to help him.

Mo Huai waved his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up. He looked at Yun Li with a strange look. After a long time, he said, "You are really not suitable to be a sword boy. I also lack a Taoist boy responsible for daily life, you are the only one."

"ha?"

Yun Li is so mad, brother, why don’t you let me go? There are so many girls here who are willing to serve you tea and water for free, so why are you holding this Taoist nun and not letting go?

She was so alert in her heart, was she exposed?

No, this month, Taiyi Sect spent most of the time in Xiaomufeng, and went out a few times, but just chatted about gossip. It is normal for new disciples to get to know the sect and find more people to chat with them.

Manager Xu glanced at him and asked carefully: "Senior Brother Mo, why is this?"

Not only did Yun Li behave strangely, but the other onlookers were also puzzled. Apart from his strength, he didn't see anything special about this girl. She looked quite cute and cute, but there were also many girls of this type in the yard.

Mo Huai pulled the corners of his lips: "There is a bit like my old cousin."

Everyone suddenly realized that it was like this. While sighing that Mo Huai was in love, they couldn't help but envy Yun Li's parents for giving birth, which actually made her look like Mo Huai's little cousin.

Yun Li suspected that this reason was not made up, right?

After gaze, Mo Huai suddenly felt sad all over her body. She was a little shaken. Could it be that she had thought too much? During this period, she was honest and did nothing. It was no surprise that she was discovered by entering the ladder.

Pointing at the black-crowned pheasant on the sword pier, she reminded again: "I have a task."

Mo Huai: "Junior Brother Xu."

Manager Xu hurriedly said to Yun Li: "I will arrange someone to take over immediately, don't worry."

Yunli: "..."

Seeing that she still couldn't answer, someone couldn't help but mutter: "It's true that she still pushed such a good thing. Could it be that there is no secret that can't be told?"

Yunli has a black face. Only your uncle Mo Huai has an ulterior motive. How could he force others to be his maid?

She took a deep breath. It was already here, and it was indeed suspicious to refuse again. She had no choice but to pinch her nose and agree.

Forget it, it is not entirely beneficial to consider it in another direction. At least there is much greater chance of recognizing my cousin. As a disciple of the True Lord, Mo Huai should have many chances to meet with his cousin.

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The night was dark, like endless thick ink applied layer by layer on the sky, and there was no trace of glimmer of stars.

In the cave, the glittering light of the fluorescent stone tilted from the top of the cave. Wen Ming lay motionlessly on the ground, his eyes closed, his face was red, his body was covered with sweat, and his whole body was burning hot.

Yue Yi frowned: "You have to go back to the pavilion quickly. This poisonous detoxification pill cannot be cured."

Unexpectedly, the eight-eyed spider silk on the flower-backed eight-eyed spider silk was painted with a very poison. Although Qianjiu's timely rescue saved him from dismemberment and dying immediately, the strange poison on the spider silk made him fall into crisis again.

Wei Lin was solemn: "His wound has not been bonded yet. If he moves it at this time, he will definitely die."

The way out of Yuan'an Temple, the broken part had been tossed and broken. After escaping from Yuan'an Temple, they spent a whole night to help put it together. However, the tendons and veins were broken, and only the dantian and heart veins were intact. His spiritual power could not flow independently, and the healing of the broken mouth was even slower. They could only rely on the two of them to take turns to use their own spiritual power to help him warm up.

In this case, no matter how careful the return journey is, it will inevitably be fluctuating, not to mention that there are still monks outside now and mortal warriors are looking for them. Once they encounter them, they will inevitably have a fierce battle.

At that time, all previous efforts were wasted, and Wen Ming was likely to die on the spot.

Seeing Wen Ming like this, Yue Yi couldn't help feeling worried. Wen Ming was the great-grandson of Mangzhong. Although this matter had nothing to do with them, if he met someone as extreme as Jing Shi, he would be related to anything.

If Wen Mingzhen had any good intentions, Mangzhong would vent his anger on them, and his master's temperament would probably not protect him. He looked at the silent Wei Lin and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy. He knew Qianjiu's embarrassing situation in the pavilion clearly.

While Yue Yi was thinking, Wei Lin was also pondering why such a task was given to them several foundation-building periods?

If he was the only one, he would still suspect that someone in the pavilion was targeting him, but Wen Ming and Yue Yi were also sent out. Let’s not talk about Yue Yi for now. Mangzhong looked at Wen Ming, the great-grandson, as if Wen Ming was there. The possibility that this mission was a trap was almost zero.

In Canye Pavilion, no one dares to offend the three ultimate kills at the same time, even the Pavilion Master is not good.

As for the incident that Yue Yi was worried about Wen Ming being targeted by Mangzhong, he was not worried at all. He would not worry about too much debt. Because of his master's abandonment, there were many people in the pavilion targeting him openly and secretly.

Those who are dissatisfied with their masters are dissatisfied with him because they are masters. Those who admire their masters are also dissatisfied with him because they have such an apprentice as him who has no immortality. Some people think that if they were not his appearance, they would have become the ultimate killer and would have made things difficult for him.

Now he is very open-minded. All masters and apprentices are empty. Only when they become stronger can they truly gain a foothold in Canglan Continent.

At the moment, he was concerned about another thing. His fingertips slid across the jade box around his waist. Since he got the bead, there was much less malice in the dark, and he felt a peaceful feeling around him.

When practicing martial arts, there were still people singing in his ears. Whenever he wanted to feel it carefully, the peaceful and quiet Buddhist songs disappeared without a trace, as if he had an illusion.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast on his face above. He was shocked and looked up suddenly. A blue butterfly fell on the fluorescent stone on the top of the cave. The pink and blue wings flapped, and the shadow swayed.

"Bamboo Butterfly?"

Wei Lin was alert. This place was mundane, and the spiritual energy was so thin that there were monsters!

Furthermore, the bamboo butterfly is sensitive to odorants, and it appears here, so it must be tracked!

Along the way, they all paid attention to not leaving any traces. Only when the situation in Yanming Tower was urgent that day, they only used dust removal techniques and left.

He was guessing that Yue Yi suddenly said, "Isn't this the bamboo butterfly of Senior Sister Lan Shu?"

Blue Book?

Wei Lin even made a big alarm in his heart. But he remembered that before leaving, Lan Shu said, "Take care." Could it be that her target is not Ali, but herself?

Yue Yi was surprised: "Has the Pavilion sent someone to pick us up?"

Wei Lin narrowed his eyes: "Have you sent a message to the pavilion?"

Yue Yi felt like he was poured with a basin of cold water and calmed down immediately. Yes, they were still in Jiang Kingdom, with Wen Ming seriously injured inside, and nearby monks searched outside. The stronghold they knew was far away near Qingyang City, so they couldn't even pull away to send messages.

Several men in black in their spiritual sense walked straight towards the cave, and the person in front of them was Lan Shu.

With just one cup of tea, Lan Shu has already brought people into the cave, "Senior Brother Wen, Qijiu, Yueyi, I'll pick you up."

Before she could walk up to her, she greeted her with a smile from afar.

After seeing Wen Ming in the cave clearly, her smile stopped abruptly, and her face was full of shock and anger: "What's going on?"

"What else can happen? Something happens."

Yue Yi was a little sarcastic. This task was issued by Lan Shu. He was a little angry. Everything in Yuan'an Temple scared him. Almost, Wen Ming was more than the only one lying on the ground now.
Chapter completed!