The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

This is a man who lived for love, and later died for love, which can be called compassion.

It's just that now, in the heart of the Bian Xijun who has almost lost everything, there is only one thing left to kill the great master, and Murong Bai just knows that with the recovery of Qingxiang Bailian's injury, so far in the arena. The ancient mausoleum that has stirred wind and rain for a long time has passed away, and the time of death is approaching.

Taking a person who is destined to die in exchange for a top expert like Bian Xijun to become a friend, planting a new sustenance in his heart, Murong Bai thinks it is a very worthwhile transaction.

So he waited here, holding the peacock feather that he begged from Hongchen Shenmeng back then.

Murong Bai didn't let Murong Bai wait for too long, and the black sin Peacock Bian Xijun, whose face was full of disappointment, had already walked back from the lonely boat.

Judging by his expression at this time, it is obvious that the Bian Xijun did not achieve his original goal.

In other words, Shanlong Yinxiu finally rejected Bian Xijun's proposal to invite him to set up a plan to kill Guling Shiyan.

Chapter 699

Chapter 699

"Even with the dead body of her best friend in front of her, can Shanlong Yinxiu maintain such restraint?"

A look of seriousness flashed across Murong Bai's eyes, and he pondered, "Since Shensi has controlled Shanlong Yinxiu to such an extent, that is to say, from now on, he can only be regarded as another Hades king. Put it in context."

"Fortunately, this matter doesn't have much to do with me. I just need to find a way to disclose this result to Tired Shoutian, so that Suxian can worry about it."

Shaking his head and smiling, Murong Bai restrained his thoughts, stepped up to the front of Bian Xijun who was hurrying with his head down, and blocked his way.

"Who are you?"

First, when the lonely boat ran across the south wall, and then was blocked by someone inexplicably, Mr. Bian Xi immediately raised his vigilance in his heart.

Then he realized that Murong Bai had a good cultivation, Bian Xijun dared to be negligent, raised his hand and grasped it, and the six Fu seal ring fell into his palm, exuding a majestic sword aura.

"The Holy Inquisitor, don't get excited."

Seeing the appearance of Bian Xijun as if he was approaching a formidable enemy, Murong Bai still had the original calm appearance, and he didn't have the slightest intention to draw his sword out of its sheath.

He just smiled and said to Mr. Bian Xi, "I'm the only one who took photos of Songyue Leng's farewell poem. Because of my good friend, I came here to meet Mr. Bian Xi."

"Oh?"

A pair of peacock eyes narrowed slightly, although Murong Bai didn't show much hostility, but Mr. Benxi still kept a little vigilance here.

But immediately, when Murong Bai took out a peacock feather with colorful streamers shining on it, and showed it in front of the eyes of Mr. Benji, Mr. Benji's original cold expression could no longer be maintained no matter what.

"This is……"

Received the great kindness of the old peacock twice, and learned the secrets of the Tianjiang peacock tribe, how could Mr. Benxi not recognize the similar aura on this peacock feather and the old peacock?

He was so excited that he wanted to go forward and take the Peacock Ling from Murong Bai's hand.

But Murong Bai turned his hand and put it away again. Facing Mr. Bianxi's questioning look at this time, he just smiled and said, "The aura above this thing should be somewhat familiar to the Holy Inquisitor."

"However, this is not a place to talk. If the Holy Inquisitor has any questions, why not come with me and find a place to discuss in detail?"

Bian Xijun only hesitated for a moment, then nodded to Murong Bai's invitation.

He put away the six Fu seal rings in his palm, and followed closely behind Murong Bai.

The two of them walked together, and within a short while, they were hundreds of miles away from the lonely boat, and found a high hill with no one there.

"What does the priest have to say, can he say it now?"

Just as Murong Bai casually set up a sound-proof circle, Bian Xijun couldn't help asking Murong Bai.

Seeing the urgency in his eyes, Murong Bai shook his head and smiled, and calmly comforted him, "Don't worry, Holy Inquisitor, I have no malicious intentions."

Immediately, he took out the peacock feather again, and after handing it to Mr. Bian Xijun, he explained, "This peacock feather is a gift from my friend. Today I am here to talk to the Holy Inquisitor. The reason is because of her."

The peacock feather that Murong Bai handed over had just been handed over, and Mr. Bian Xi had already noticed the aura in the peacock feather that was of the same origin as that of the immortal, and he couldn't help sighing to himself, "There seems to be something between this peacock feather and the immortal. There is a deep connection…”

The old man Peacock has great kindness to him, and to Bian Xijun, he has long regarded him as a father figure.

He knew many secret things about the old man Peacock, and naturally he also knew where the old man's biggest regret was.

Hearing Murong Bai's explanation at this time, he already had some guesses in his heart.

But before Bian Xijun could speak and ask, Murong Bai already took the initiative to answer the questions that Bian Xijun might have.

Murong Bai said in a deep voice, "If I'm not wrong, the immortal you mentioned must be the patriarch of the Tianjiang Yu clan, the old peacock, and the immortal with the white head."

He pointed to the peacock feather in Bian Xijun's hand, and said, "The owner of this peacock feather is my good friend, the princess of the Tianjiang Yu clan, Pingji Qise Ling."

Bian Xijun suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

My guess is not wrong, that is to say, the Taoist in front of me is really a friend rather than an enemy.

He put away the last trace of vigilance in his heart, and while returning the peacock feather in his hand to Murong Bai, he sighed, "I have heard the fairy say that long ago, his only daughter left the sky alone. Xinjiang, missing."

Bian Xijun raised his head to look at Murong Bai's face, and asked in a concentrated voice, "How is the princess?"

Murong Bai smiled and said, "She's fine."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and when he saw that Mr. Bianxi heaved a sigh of relief and let go of the last layer of worry in his heart, Murong Bai's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly increased his tone, and said again, "Mr. Bianxi, you are walking on a dead end. above, do you know?"

Murong Bai stared into Bian Xijun's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Looking at your martial arteries at this time, you should have just undergone the secret method of the Peacock Clan to fully heal your wounds."

"Since you have appeared here, it is assumed that you do not want to enter the foreign land of Tianjiang. My friend has now lived in seclusion somewhere in the Western Regions. If you are interested, I can give you the road map, and you can go and retire."

Murong Bai said, "It's just right, it can also protect my friend's safety, it can be regarded as fulfilling the kindness between you and the old man Peacock."

Unexpectedly, when Bian Xijun heard the words, he suddenly laughed out loud, "Ha!"