The ancestors engaged in introversion in Xiuxianwen

The extremely tense body is like a string being crazily stretched. Once someone invades his territory, he will tear him into pieces without hesitation!

Come on, it's number one!
Xie Heng was originally engaged in a serious business, but after being attacked by the Black Mist and stimulated by Lin Bai's obtaining information, he deeply realized the importance of strength and information, and this business gradually went astray.

While doing business, Xie Heng set up a Assassin Pavilion, in charge of assassination and intelligence. He didn't name it, and others simply called it the Unnamed Pavilion.

Seriously speaking, there are only five people in Wuming Pavilion.

Numbers [-] to [-], only number [-] is a woman.

Xie Heng really has a unique talent in business. He has a clear goal, and all he looks for are powerful casual cultivators who are desperate, or who are seriously injured, or who are full of enemies.

There are not many rules in Wuming Pavilion, Xie Heng can guarantee to provide them with 100% safety.

Such conditions are attractive.

The five members of Wuming Pavilion are all outstanding and powerful.

Especially No. [-], whose strength is in the mid-stage of Void Refining Realm, only one level lower than Xie Heng. Such a person, even among the major forces in the East and West, is still a hot figure.

Xie Heng saved him on the line of life and death, no matter whether it was intentional or unintentional, from then on his life was Xie Heng's!
Apart from these five people, only Xie Heng's subordinates, business owners from all walks of life, knew the existence of Wuming Pavilion, and they could barely be regarded as members of Wuming Pavilion.

As for the affairs in the Unnamed Pavilion, Xie Heng usually handed it over to No. [-]...including dealing with this troublesome guy in front of him.

The other four pushed and shoved, but none of them wanted to come.

The tall figure No. [-] appeared at the door, blocking most of the light, with a full sense of oppression, the wolf slave couldn't help but become more vigilant, his eyes were bloodthirsty, showing a ruthless look that wanted to tear the person in front of him into pieces.

The wound on his body caused by fighting with Xie Heng, because of these actions, blood oozes again, deeply stimulating the bloodthirsty ferocity of the wolf slave!
The rest were all killed, and for this one, the master's order was to surrender if possible.

It is what the master says.

Looking at the scene in front of him, No. [-] felt that it was a bit difficult to handle. He didn't move forward, put the lunch box in his hand on the ground, and in front of the wolf slave, took a piece of food with clean chopsticks and put it in his mouth, then turned around and closed the door. left.

Another point worth mentioning is that the Wuming Pavilion has inherited the beautiful tradition of the Star Chasing Sect. The three meals a day are of high quality, coupled with sufficient training resources, which is also one of the reasons why the five people are willing to stay in the Wuming Sect.

These days, it's hard to find such a generous boss.

After No. [-] left, the wolf slave was still staring at the door vigilantly. After a long time, he slowly moved his limbs. After realizing that there was no danger, he rested in place for a while, and then tentatively walked towards the lunch box, like a wild beast. Sniffed.

A delicious and energetic aroma came out of it, and the wolf slave salivated reflexively, wishing he could swallow the lunch box together.

But he still didn't dare to move.

Humans are the most cunning.

Even if the person eats a piece, who knows where the poison will be deposited?
**
Chasing the Stars.

The sky gradually darkened, and the raindrops hit people's bodies, bringing a cold touch.

Ran Ling sat under the golden red fruit tree in the square, the dense golden leaves completely covered the rain, she poured a cup of steaming tea, held it in her hand and took a sip.

She asked Xie Heng to go back first on the grounds that the villa needed to be tidied up. It was raining and boring here, so there was nothing good about it, so she could just stare here by herself.

Thinking of how little Fenghuang was distracted by the kiss not long ago, and his eyes were moist, Ran Ling couldn't help but want to catch him back and be frivolous again.

After another hour, someone finally climbed up from the foot of the mountain.

First is Lin Yunqiu.

His whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and he didn't even have the strength to release the barrier to block the rain. He didn't know whether it was sweat or rain on his forehead, his whole body was limp, and his calves were trembling. on the ground.

He didn't even want to move a finger.

too tired.

Dying Ling: "..."

Next came Elder Yun. Although he also looked embarrassed, his indifferent temperament remained undiminished. He walked over slowly, made a salute to Ranling, and sat down cross-legged.

Then Elder Mu, and the other four elders, almost everyone gritted their teeth, for fear that they would not be able to get up if they lost their strength.

The rest of the disciples also gradually appeared in the field of vision, and all of them were exhausted to the extreme.

What kind of power is this? It's terrifying.

It's just that after sweating profusely, I feel refreshed again, letting the heavy rain wash away the fatigue on my face.

No one noticed that after this encounter, the stagnant tendons in their bodies were opened, and their spiritual power circulated much faster.

Ranling stood up and looked at Lin Yunqiu who finally came to his senses, "Yunqiu, I will leave it to you and Yunting to be responsible for the recorded matter. Today's gravitational suppression will, in the next period of time, every moment, It's always there, and you guys are ready."

"What??"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

There was a burst of howling and howling.

Under this kind of strength, it is difficult for them to even walk, normal?
How do they practice, how do they practice swords?It took me a whole day to walk.

Everyone vented for a while and then silenced, no one raised any objection to the old ancestor's words.

What the old man did was right.

Ranling's red lips curled up, and he left with a few instructions, "Now there is still food in the canteen, go eat, and rest early after eating."

It was rare that they didn't stay up late at night for training. Everyone twitched their mouths, but their limbs seemed to be filled with lead and remained motionless. It took a long time for someone to get up like a zombie and walk towards the dining hall.

If you are not active in eating, have problems in your thinking, no matter how hard it is, you still have to eat.

Soon, rows of zombie armies all headed towards the dining hall.

**
Ran Ling didn't go back to the villa directly, but went to Hong Nan's residence instead.

It was a small courtyard, the inside was quiet, there was no light in the house, the darkness oppressed every corner, and the air was lingering with the faint bitter taste of medicinal herbs.

Ran Ling took out Little Ye Mingzhu, walked over and knocked on the door, "Hong Nan, open the door."

No one should.

Except for Xie Heng, Ran Ling was impatient with everyone, and kicked the door open.

A moment later, she roughly dragged a lifeless person out of the house and kicked him into the rain.

The man was wearing a large gray cloth robe, his figure was extremely thin, his eye sockets were sunken, and a burn mark spread all over the left half of his face, making him look a bit hideous.

Hearing the voice of Ran Ling, a small flame ignited in the depths of his eyes, but it disappeared very quickly, his eyes were empty as if he had no soul.

He didn't understand why he had to be rescued. He should have died on that night when the fire burned like everyone else!