Dragon Vein Martial God

After the golden sword turned into a giant sword, Ding Feng jumped and stood on the giant sword. Xu Zhize... Climbed up tremblingly, without reducing his bitterness and fear.

Then Jiang Ting's mind turned and the giant sword flew into the sky towards the south.

The simple and honest Ding Feng said again, "elder martial brother, what's the matter with you?"

Xu Zhi stammered back: "no... it's okay."

Jiang Ting, who was still defending the sword, saw a strange... Simple and honest?

He clearly saw three points in Ding Feng's eyes!

If he guessed right, when he didn't have the task hall, Xu Zhi's attitude of like a fox pretending to be a tiger's power and a small man's ambition may be to severely suppress Ding Feng.

Ding Feng's simple and honest appearance is just an affectation.

As a result, when he arrived, Ding Feng Mingrui found that there was something unpleasant between him and Xu Zhi... Ding Feng, who had been suppressed, deliberately pretended to know nothing and kept exposing Xu Zhi's scars.

Let Xu Zhi have a hard time.

It's also interesting... In fact, he has no bad ideas about Xu Zhi.

Although he didn't blackmail two spirit stones... What can I say? Xu Zhi also took money to do things. His first garrison task in that year was very simple and had not been made difficult.

Unfortunately, he is not ready to retaliate, but he can't stand it. Xu Zhi uses his villain's heart to spend the belly of a gentleman in Jiangting.

Of course, Jiang Ting didn't explain.

Ding Feng, on the other hand, may be very smart to detect something, or maybe he is worried that his cultivation is not as good as Xu Zhi after all, so he won't make a sound after stimulating for a while.

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Outside door area.

A yard somewhere.

A man dressed in the clothes of an external disciple quietly watched the escape light when Jiang Ting's imperial sword left.

After a while, the corners of his mouth rose slowly: "it's time..."

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A few days later.

Somewhere, deep in the silent mountains.

A young man with flame lines between his eyebrows was sitting quietly on a futon.

Beside him, there was a... The body of a skinny woman with untidy clothes.

The corpse's eyes earned a lot, and there was still reluctance and fear in his eyes. His flesh and blood were like mud... Obviously, he felt very bad before he died.

If Jiang Ting were here, he would recognize the man... He was the one he met in the scorching sun desert, who claimed to be the summer Marquis with many treasures and magic tools.

Xia Hou, just a surname, not a name.

Unless you are a strong man with all-round cultivation and amazing news channels, maybe no one will know what the surname Xiahou means.

I don't know how long.

A figure appeared silently: "little Lord."

"What's the matter?" Xia Hou slowly opened his eyes, full of evil.

The sound is also full of cold.

The figure shivered and hurriedly bowed his head: "little Lord, there was a news just now. You asked the person staring to leave with two ants and go to the southwest. He guessed that the person might have left the sect door to perform the task."

"Southwest..."

After thinking for a while, Xia Hou's eyes narrowed slightly: "southwest, there should be no people without us."

"I don't know." the man shook his head quickly.

Xia Hou's voice was a little unhappy: "waste... Take a look at the recent information."

The figure quickly handed out a jade slip.

Xia Hou's mind sank into the jade slips for observation.

About a quarter of an hour later.

Xia Hou slowly got up: "it's interesting... What about Han Youqing? I heard that she and that Jiangting had a big feud in the medicine picking valley. Let's go to the south to see it. Young master, I want to invite her to see a big play."

"Nanguo?" the man looked slightly stunned.

"There is a lucky man in the South who got the magic cultivation door and was found by the purple frost door."

After that, Xia Hou licked his lips, revealing a little bloodthirsty: "Jiangting is bad for me in the scorching sun desert... Shame, so I have to wash it with blood!"

His origin is unpredictable and extraordinary... He really hates Jiang ting.

At that time, after he separated from Jiang Ting, he calmed down and found that, in fact, he was really desperate. He had many magic tools and cards. Jiang Ting could not win him at all, even if he didn't practice defense magic!

As a result, at that time, because of Jiang Ting's desperate attitude and his arrogance, he had never learned the body protection spell, and he couldn't react for a moment. Unexpectedly... He was a Xia Hou family, and he was scared away by an unknown person!

It's a shame! It's a great shame!

He always wanted revenge, but he never found the opportunity. After all, his eye liner was not very high in the purple frost gate. It was just some outside door miscellaneous service.

Jiang Ting can't keep track of his whereabouts. Moreover, Jiang Ting almost never leaves Heming mountain... Even if he leaves sometimes, when news comes from his insiders, Jiang Ting has gone back.

Zishuang gate is one of the six strongest forces in Tianlan. Although in recent years, it seems that zishuang gate has been targeted badly because of the targeting of Heiyu Pavilion and demon Xiu.

But in fact, he knows that everything is just a small problem. Strictly speaking, the purple frost door doesn't care at all now.

It's really urgent for zishuang gate. I really think Tianlan's sect of two gates and three pavilions is easy to bully?

Therefore, even if he wanted to retaliate, he never dared to be like Heming mountain, which seems to be very safe and has never restricted access.

Can only suppress that revenge.

Now he knows that Jiang Ting is leaving Heming mountain... If he is in another direction, he may not be sure.

But, should not, should not, Jiang Ting should not leave with two little ants in front of the task hall!

According to the news, after speculating on the information he had, he simply determined that Jiang Ting traveled from the southwest, most likely to go to the southern country where there was a sudden demon cultivation

According to the information in his hands, the devil cultivation in the south is actually a waste of gas refining.

But now

The voice of the figure who came the news changed slightly: "little Lord, do it yourself?"

"Is there a problem?" Xia Hou's eyes are even more bloodthirsty.

"No." the figure glanced at the corpse on the ground and shook his head in an instant.

A flying sword appeared at Xia Hou's feet: "the little Lord has been greedy for that thorny flower for a long time... If you stay here, don't let people know that the little Lord has left. If it is leaked... Oh, you know the consequences!"

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The other side.

Heming mountain, southwest.

I don't know how far away, there is a country whose ruling scope is not small.

South.

One night, Nanguo, Wangdu.

A huge mansion, richly decorated.

Deep inside the palace, there is a lotus pond.

There was a man who was dressed as a disciple outside the purple frost gate and looked quite ferocious. He was sitting in a pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, there are many dignitaries dressed in luxury, men, women and children. They stand outside the pavilion respectfully with a look of enthusiasm and envy.

At the horizon, a streamer cut through the sky.

The fierce man looked up and said in a happy voice, "the people of the sect are coming."

"Immortal, are there any other immortals coming?" the people outside the pavilion were delighted in an instant, and their voice was full of flattery.

The vicious people ignored it at all: "go down and prepare some food."

In his opinion, the people who come to the purple frost gate can not eat or lose feeding dogs... However, these people can't help preparing!