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Chapter 374

The hearts of the people who were still in shock couldn't help trembling, and they all knelt down on the ground like a conditioned reflex, even the young master and Liu Jinqiu were no exception. Call: "Welcome to the Sage of Worry-free!"

Dozens of ancient martial arts practitioners roared at the top of their lungs with true energy. It was no joke. Song Xiaotian and the others felt an invisible wave of air rushing towards them. Greetings to the Sacred Maiden of Worry-free" roared straight into the sky, resounding for hundreds of miles around.

In a short while, eighteen women in Tsing Yi dressed in ancient costumes stepped on the top of the tree, and flew over like dragonflies in the air. In a blink of an eye, they came to the open space where everyone was sitting, standing gracefully ten meters away from the Eldest Young Master and others who were kneeling on the ground. .

Eighteen women in green clothes were all covered with green gauze, and they were divided into two groups and stood behind a stunning woman in purple clothes. They were all graceful and graceful, like fairies descending to earth.

"Get up!" said the woman in purple in a cold voice.

"Thank you, Holy Maiden!" The Eldest Young Master and others who were kneeling on the ground shouted in unison, and bowed to their feet. No one dared to look up at the women in front of them until they got up.

However, at this time, Feng Er and Song Xiaotian's faces already overflowed with bright smiles, because they both discovered that the purple-clothed woman headed by them was Dongfang Youlan who had met them a few times.

But Dongfang Youlan in front of her didn't look at Song Xiaotian and Feng Er in front of her until now, as if she had never met each other before. In this situation, Song Xiaotian and Feng Er didn't dare to speak rashly.

In fact, how did Song Xiaotian know that the person in front of him was Xue Yanhua, the Taoist sister whom he dreamed of.

After Xue Yanhua was released from the dungeon by You Lan that day, he immediately rushed to Siberia non-stop. He hurried to find Song Xiaotian today, but when he found that Song Xiaotian was no longer a pure yang body, he immediately became angry, but she This time she came out with the intention of following Song Xiaotian to the end of the world, so of course she didn't care too much about it.

The reason why they didn't say hello to Song Xiaotian and Feng Er was because her group was going out pretending to be the Saintess of Worry-free. If they found out the flaws, then Liu Jinqiu, who had cultivated for decades, was not joking. Even Xue Yanhua and this group of people could not be his match.

"Which sect do you belong to?" Xue Yanhua asked in a deep voice.

"Here...below is the eldest son of Wuming Villa, Chen Mufeng, who was ordered by Xiangu to hold Wuyou Xianshan here!" The young master said tremblingly, clasping his fists.

"Wuming Villa?" The corner of Xue Yanhua's mouth twitched slightly: "The owner of Wuming Villa is Chen Zhen?"

"It's my father!" Chen Mufeng nodded.He never forgot to mention his identity as the young master in his words, and seemed to be quite proud of his status as the young master.

"I see, you all go down!" Xue Yanhua waved his hands: "In a few days, the holy fruit of the fairy mountain will ripen. You must take good care of the fairy mountain. No one is allowed to enter without authorization. Anyone who violates it will be killed!"

"Follow the Holy Maiden's order!" Chen Mufeng said with a bow, and then asked tentatively: "These people trespassed on the fairy mountain, I don't know... how to deal with it?"

Hearing that Xue Yanhua told them to retreat, Chen Mufeng didn't know what to do for a while, and wanted to ask someone to take Song Xiaotian and others away, but he was afraid of offending the "Saint of Worry-free" in front of him.

"They leave it to me to deal with, you all step back!" Xue Yanhua said in a deep voice again.

"Saint..."

"Bold..."

Chen Mufeng wanted to say something more, but as soon as he uttered the word "Saint", he heard a loud shout from a woman in green clothes, followed by the sound of a neat sword being drawn.

Eighteen women in Tsing Yi drew their swords out of their sheaths instantly, and a murderous aura suddenly emerged.

"Go!" Chen Mufeng waved his big hand, took three steps back, led his subordinates to turn around with their heads bowed, and walked towards the dense forest.

From the beginning to the end, none of Chen Mufeng and others dared to raise their heads to look at Xue Yanhua and the others, because this is the rule of Wuyou Fairy Valley. Bow your head and talk, unless the valley owner and saintess gives permission, "kill without mercy".

After a group of people left in desperation, Xue Yanhua glanced at Song Xiaotian and the others lightly: "Come with me!"

"Hey...Miss Youlan, I didn't expect us to meet here!" Feng Er laughed.

"Bold!" A woman in Tsing Yi unsheathed her sword and pointed at Feng Er. She was about to attack Feng Er, but was stopped by Xue Yanhua: "They are my former friends!"

"..." The woman in Tsing Yi bowed her head and retreated.

"Let's go, I'll take you out!" Xue Yanhua took the lead to walk slowly towards the dense forest ahead.

Eighteen women in Tsing Yi followed closely behind, Song Xiaotian and Feng Er looked at each other, a little confused about what happened to "Oriental Youlan", but they felt relieved when they thought that she had become a worry-free saint. After all, people will always change, Dongfang Youlan was able to save them in this situation, they are already very grateful.

However, what puzzled Song Xiaotian at this time was that he had long heard that the Blood Fox Temple was inextricably linked to a place called Wuyou Fairy Valley, and he had heard from his elder brother that the hall of the Blood Fox Temple The Lord seems to be a traitor of Wuyou Fairy Valley, but now how Dongfang Youlan, who was originally a blood fox killer, suddenly became a Wuyou saint, Song Xiaotian was puzzled.

But these are all matters of the ancient martial arts world, Song Xiaotian is not very interested.Although he has never practiced ancient martial arts before, Song Xiaotian has often heard his master mention some things about the ancient martial arts world since he was a child.

Although the society has entered the 21st century and entered the high-tech era, in the 5000-year history of China, some of the peerless martial arts left by the ancestors have not completely disappeared, and only some of them have been lost. , the kung fu of passing inside but not outside, the others are basically preserved intact.

It’s just that modern society has gradually stepped into civilization. Although it’s not really civilized, the country’s legal system has gradually improved. At least there is no need for those hidden ancient martial arts families to send people out to act chivalrously. If they don’t come out to disturb society, Of course, the state has always acquiesced in their existence.

As long as it does not threaten the stability and prosperity of the country, the country is of course happy for them to exist in secret, because for some external affairs, the country often needs these experts in the ancient martial arts world.

In other words, the ancient martial arts world, like the supernatural power world, exists with the tacit consent of the state, and the country still attaches great importance to some ancient martial arts people who have supernatural powers and are willing to serve the country.

For example, the people in the czr research institute are all composed of people from the supernatural world and the ancient martial arts world. These are things that Song Xiaotian has known for a long time, so Song Xiaotian has long been familiar with it.

All the way without talking, Xue Yanhua didn't take the initiative to talk to Song Xiaotian and the others, Song Xiaotian and Feng Er rarely talked to her, they thought it was "Oriental Youlan" who became a saint and looked down on them.

"Hmph... what's the point of being a leftover girl?" Feng Er looked at Xue Yanhua's back in front of him, and said in a low voice with contempt.

"Bold..." As soon as Feng Er's words fell, a woman in Tsing Yi who was walking at the end of the line suddenly turned around, jumped high, drew a long sword in the air, and struck Feng Er like lightning.