Qin Dynasty Novelist

It's just that the sky is clear now, and there seems to be no sound of Yingge and Yanwu in the entire Zilan Xuan. Before passing by, a trace of fragrance wafts out of Zilan Xuan, with the smell of flowers and plants, as well as the atmosphere of rouge red dust.

"The breath is not weak, but compared with the current Genie, it is a little worse!"

As for this area, Zhou Qing knew its background, and the power of spiritual perception flashed by. There are also several warriors with decent strength in the entire Zilan Xuan. The breath of the source is released.

According to his own information, the owner of that breath should be another disciple of Guigu. Wei Zhuang, who inherited the horizontal swordsmanship, has been dormant in Zilan Xuan for nearly two years since he descended the mountain.

There are other auras in it. Compared with Wei Zhuang, it is a lot worse. Although it is Hunyuan innate, its strength is comparable to that of the Yin-Yang Fire Department disciples I have seen. As for the second, it is not conspicuous.

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"Well, there are strong people appearing around Zilan Xuan!"

At the same time, at the moment when Zhou Qing's spiritual sense shrouded Zilan Xuan, a faint sound of sword humming swirled in the corner of Zilan Xuan, and immediately, a cold speech flowed.

In the second floor area of ​​Zilan Xuan, looking directly at the side of the entrance road, a figure slowly approached, gently opened the wooden window with one hand, and a pair of deep dark eyes glanced at the outside world, after a few breaths, nothing was found.

Looking at the person, he was dressed in a black brocade robe, with golden stripes and decorations interspersed in it. It was slightly gorgeous, and the stern aura was diffused. He was almost six feet tall, and looked thin. The breath showed a hint of coldness.

A black-gold braided forehead, young age, as handsome as Gai Nie, but compared with Gai Nie's easy-going, this person adds a sense of ruthlessness to killing, holding a strange long sword, and his insight is fruitless. , return to the original.

After nearly two years of tempering in his hands, his spirituality is self-generated. If there is a strong person, Weng Ming will automatically warn him. There have been several precedents within the New Deal, and it is unexpected that the long sword will move again today.

"what happened?"

Not long after, a soft voice also sounded, swaying in the room, watching what the man had not found, and whispering.

"A warrior whose cultivation is far superior to mine peeps at Zilan Xuan!"

Concise and concise, no evaluation, can not be noticed by yourself, cultivation base is not where you are, and your body is more than a hundred steps away from the road, non-God Transformation Realm warriors do not have this ability.

"Peek at Zilan Xuan! Your cultivation base is far beyond yours? Within the New Deal, it seems that there are no warriors at the level of God Transformation, right?"

As for the cultivation of this companion next to her, the woman knew very well that the only person who could surpass him was the realm of transforming the gods and mysterious spirits, but according to the information she had obtained, within the entire Xinzheng, the most powerful person on the bright side was now. A descendant of the military family - South Korean general Ji Wuye.

Although Ji Wuye is strong, due to the inheritance of the military family, it is almost impossible to break through the transformation of the gods in this life. As for the others, the strength is slightly weaker, and it is not enough to be a companion.

"No Xinzheng, but there are many other than Xinzheng!"

After the words fell, the man didn't say much. Holding the sword that had already calmed down, he knelt down in the room and ignored it.

"Beyond the New Deal?"

"The forces within the New Deal are complex. There are both the existence of the night and the influence of hundreds of schools of thought. Compared with them, Zi Lan Xuan is not strong. However, Zi Lan Xuan has no enemies in the past few years!"

As a place of love and beauty, as a weak woman, as a place of Xinzheng Mimi, the woman spoke softly and slowly walked out of the room while looking at her companion who was cultivating with her eyes closed at the moment.

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One The Gate of Mysterious Females

According to Zhou Qing's knowledge, in the whole Xinzheng, although Zi Lanxuan is relatively mysterious, but in fact the power is the weakest. , when the first attack.

Guigu Zongheng is strong, but their tyranny is not above the martial arts cultivation base. Han Fei, who came later, joined the alliance and formed an alliance. In fact, they only gathered weak forces, and they were still weak in nature.

Ingenuity is of course heaven, of course, under absolute strength, everything will be illusory!

Passing by Zilan Xuan and shaking his head gently, he went to the hidden place of Qianlong Hall as mentioned by Zong Qiong. The spiritual sense spreads. Compared with the innate masters in Xianyang, such as the crucian carp crossing the river, the warriors here are undoubtedly lower. More than one level.

"Well, it's not bad!"

Not long after, the ethereal spiritual sense merged with the world and continued to move towards the northeast of Xinzheng. The origin moved slightly, and the breath of the Daoist lineage faintly emerged in the perception, and the light blue profound light flickered all over the body, which directly blocked the blazing sunlight from the outside world.

It seems like standing upright without a shadow, but it is actually a wonderful realm from which to realize the emptiness. When I met the yin and yang family Donghuang Taiyi in the Shangdang land, I was so happy that I was in a hurry. well.

Now, when comprehending and comprehending the same dust, I can be considered to have vaguely touched this layer of mystery. In the words of Kong Zhou and Zhou Zhou in "Lie Zi Tang Wen", if someone in Confucianism can comprehend the mystery of containing light, there is a chance to break it. Enter the realm of fantasy.

The sword of light, invisible to sight, unaware of luck, and boundless to what it touches, it is not only a famous sword, but also a realm, and it is derived from Taoism in conjunction with Confucianism. The beauty of sitting and forgetting is the way of an absolute gentleman.

The physical body and spiritual sense are all dissolved in the void of heaven and earth, walking on a road that is not crowded at the moment, looking at it with bright eyes, it is a relatively luxurious mansion. Inside.

Unsurprisingly, this is a farmhouse's base in Xinzheng. Riding the wind and overlooking the exquisite houses, there is a way to get in and out, and one by one is obviously a martial artist.

"You two are okay!"

In the back of the luxurious mansion, there are many rooms. The front yard is full of peasant disciples. In the back yard, Taoist disciples are active, either meditating or practicing swordsmanship.

A few breaths passed, and a clear voice echoed directly in a room, whirling in the ears of the two people who were trying their best to heal the wounds in the room, although there was still a hint of immaturity.

But for the two of them in the room, they suddenly withdrew from their practice. After a while, with endless ecstasy on their faces, they immediately got up from the couch and looked at a certain place in the room.

At the same time, the open wooden window in the room was slowly closed, leaving a faint breeze, and when he waved his hand, the blue profound light infiltrated the whole room, and he stood quietly in the center of the room, watching the two who were still injured at the moment. people.

"Don't disturb others, I came to Xinzheng for this trip, and I don't want too many people to know about it for the time being!"

"As for now, let's help the two of you recover from your injuries. Fortunately, among the people who injured you, there is no god-turning warrior. Otherwise, without the eagle sword by your side, you can't escape!"

Facing the pale Zong Quan and Zong Qiong in the room at the moment, they waved their palms. At this moment, the room has been cut off by their own power, and all the internal conditions are out. The spiritual sense enveloped the bodies of the two, and they nodded lightly, feeling slightly relieved.

Although the injuries are not minor, the balance of yin and yang in the internal organs is disordered, and the origin is slightly damaged. It will take at least a month or two to rely on their own exercises to heal the injuries.

"Yes, little uncle!"

"Yes!"

Looking at the young man in the room at the moment wearing a blue long gown, his long dark hair is draped behind his shoulders, combed freely, his eyebrows are handsome, and his temperament is detached.

Although the young master is not very old, he always feels like a master when he is by his side. Now that the younger master is in Xinzheng, all kinds of young people should be suppressed.

The excitement in the ninja's heart, the two looked at each other, a slight red light appeared on the pale face, Wen Xiaojie immediately nodded deeply, and then returned to their original positions, sitting cross-legged on one side of the fleece blanket , run Xuan Gong.