I am the second generation of heavenly fairy

Chapter 35 Qingliu Sword Academy
After a two-hour flight, Zhang Ling and Lan Daoxing landed at Jiuhuashan Airport smoothly. As soon as they got out of the airport, a royal blue commercial vehicle stopped in front of them, and the door slid open silently. The young man in a blue robe got off the car and bowed to Lan Dao, "Senior Brother Lan!"

"Well, keep an eye on this man!" Landaoxing pushed Zhang Ling to the two expressionless men, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in.

Poor Zhang Ling was put into the business car by those two poker-faced guys. As soon as he got in the car, he was caught between the two, unable to move at all, and the cultivation base of these two people was still higher than Zhang Ling.

Now Zhang Ling was completely panicked, and now the situation has completely exceeded Zhang Ling's expectations. Unless the gods descend from the sky now, no one will be able to rescue him.

But the gods in the sky are busy, and no one is free enough to pay attention to things in the lower realm, so Zhang Ling can only be sadly taken all the way to the hinterland of Mount Jiuhua.

I don't know how long it took before the car finally stopped. When Zhang Ling got out of the car, he saw that they were in the courtyard of a luxurious villa surrounded by greenery. At first glance, this villa seemed to be inlaid on the mountainside. The mountain was developed into a flat courtyard, and there is an artificial lake covering a large area in the courtyard.

Looking at the exquisite and beautiful place in front of him, Zhang Ling was full of doubts. It is really strange that Lan Daoxing's sect will be built a villa as the master's residence. I really don't know if they are here to enjoy or practice.

Lan Daoxing got off the car and waved to the two men, "Let's go, don't keep Master waiting!"

Those two people pushed and pushed Zhang Ling towards the outside of the courtyard. Looking at the direction of travel, Zhang Ling couldn't help asking curiously: "Where are we going?"

The two guys holding him hostage didn't respond to Zhang Ling's question, but Lan Daoxing stopped and glanced at him and said, "We have to walk for the rest of the journey!"

Zhang Ling nodded suddenly, and he just said, no sect can build a mountain gate into a villa in a weird way.

The remaining distance is nothing to Zhang Ling and others, but if it were ordinary people, they would have collapsed long ago, because there is no road in the place they are walking, and Zhang Ling has already lost his sense of direction. If Lan Daoxing was not ahead , I am afraid that he has long been lost in the mountains.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Lan Daoxing finally stopped. He walked up to a thick tree and waved his fingers. Following his gesture, a strange red light lit up on the tree, and a huge Dao talisman came from the tree. The tree trunks emerged, and then a strange scene appeared. The dense forest that was in front of them disappeared, replaced by an ancient building complex covering a large area.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling couldn't help being surprised. He didn't expect that there was a fairy formation outside Lan Daoxing's master's gate. It seemed that they were also closely connected with the Heavenly Court.

Just when Zhang Ling was thinking wildly, the two people behind him pushed him and said, "Go!"

Zhang Ling glared at the two men and walked slowly towards the mountain gate not far away. As they continued to approach, the mountain gate was also getting bigger and bigger. When Zhang Ling walked to the mountain gate, he found that Only by looking up can I see the top of the tall mountain gate.

The building here is simply a small palace, with majestic gates, resplendent pavilions and buildings. Although it seems to have a very long history, there is no dilapidated feeling here. Instead, it makes people feel like they have traveled back to ancient times. a feeling of.

Naturally, Zhang Ling was not qualified to enter through the middle gate. Lan Dao walked to a two-person-high small gate next to the huge mountain gate, tapped twice and said loudly: "Qingliu disciple Lan Daoxing, come and return!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the closed small door slowly opened, and three men dressed in the same clothes as the two dead faces beside Zhang Ling came out of the door. Lan Daoxing saw the leader of the forty The middle-aged man immediately went up to greet him and saluted, "Disciple Lan Daoxing has met Master Xunyuan!"

Liu Ting looked at Lan Daoxing and the curious Zhang Ling and said slowly, "Is he the one you mentioned on the phone?"

"Back to Uncle Liu, it is this person!" Lan Daoxing kept his head down, with an extremely respectful expression.

Liu Ting looked at Zhang Ling for a while and asked, "You said your sect is called Lingxiao Sect?"

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment and was two seconds late in answering, the two dogs behind him pushed him violently and shouted: "Uncle Xun Yuan is asking you something!"

The anger in Zhang Ling's eyes flashed, he looked at the majestic old man in front of him and nodded: "Yes!"

Liu Ting stroked the finger on his hand and thought for a while before continuing to ask: "Then who is the head of the Lingxiao Sect?"

This stumped Zhang Ling, thinking that the head of his Lingxiaomen was not himself. If he told the truth, he would probably be beaten to death here on the spot.

So he replied indifferently: "Master Changtian!"

Liu Ting frowned after hearing Zhang Ling's answer, and fell into deep thought. After a while, he said to Lan Daoxing: "This person is just a charlatan, and he is imprisoned in the bitter pool in the back mountain. Brother Men will make a decision after entertaining the distinguished guests!"

"Uncle Master, he..." Lan Daoxing wanted to tell Liu Ting about the exercises and the phone call, but Liu Ting waved his hand impatiently and said, "Okay, I'll talk about it later if I have anything to do."

After speaking, he turned around and walked into the mountain gate with the two disciples behind him, leaving only Lan Daoxing with a helpless face and the two Qingliu disciples behind.

After Liu Ting left, one of the disciples walked up to Lan Daoxing and asked softly, "Senior brother Lan, then shall we..."

Lan Daoxing impatiently waved his hand and said, "Didn't you hear the order from the patrolling master? Take him to the bitter pool in the back mountain!"

The two disciples responded and set up Zhang Ling and walked towards a bluestone path on the right side of the mountain gate. Zhang Ling didn't say a word and let the two people drag him forward. Now things have come to this point Yelling didn't make any sense, he could only take one step at a time.

But when Zhang Ling saw Kuchi, he couldn't help but screamed: "Damn it, call Lan Daoxing, I have something to say...you can't... hey..."

Before Zhang Ling could finish speaking, those two people pushed him into a sewage pool that was very high off the ground and sealed with iron bars the thickness of fingers. The pool exuded a disgusting stench, and there were still floating objects on the surface of the water. The rotting corpses of some unknown creatures.

The pool of stinky water is neither deep nor shallow. Zhang Ling's height just reaches his neck. kept getting into his nose.

Just when Xun was about to faint, a faint whine came from behind him.

(End of this chapter)