The indescribable Taoist Lord

"It turns out that we are a guest from Zhongzhou again."

Zhang Qinghe didn't wait for the black-robed general to finish his words, and responded to his own words in a determined tone.

The iron sword in his hand still hasn't been put away, and is still carried behind his back. It's hard to figure out whether he has restrained his sword intention or whether he is about to strike like a thunderbolt at the next moment.

This is not difficult to guess - after all, Tiangong is an organization. Even if it is loose, it must have special operating rules. Lord Fulu Xing died in the wilderness of Xiantang after taking the mission. It is impossible for Tiangong not to delegate some Someone comes to investigate.

It was just a coincidence that this person relied on the breath-containing method to break into the realm where Taiyin Star Lord had concealed the evil spirit's awakening aura, and was caught by Zhang Qinghe.

The black-robed general took out a short spear and held it in front of him. His breath was a little disordered. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot from Zhang Qinghe's casual attack - even if it was an external injury, even if it was a severely injured Bintie. Sword, that is also an extraordinary power.

After all, the person in front of him is just a returnee.

The Heavenly Palace Breath Condensation Technique is indeed exquisite, but Taiyin Xingjun is the ancestor of the Breath Concentration Technique. Zhang Qinghe also has the combination of Emperor Qi and spiritual vision, and he can know the true and false of this black-robed heavenly general at a glance.

"In the Nineteenth Heavenly Palace, I have seen Lord Wude Xing, the sword-wielding spiritual officer."

Seeing that he was outmatched, the black-robed general gave up the idea of ​​asking for the whole story, and gave up his hand with difficulty in a low voice.

There is no reason in the world, because there are not that many reasonable people in the world. Reason is a derivative of struggle. People who are willing to sit and talk calmly are mostly pushed to the chair.

But now, the black-robed general was being held down by Zhang Qinghe, and he could only communicate with Zhang Qinghe and Zhang San.

If he were replaced by someone whose strength was not as good as his, I'm afraid he would be defeated and asked again.

After all, Wude Xingjun and the sword-wielding spirit officer came out of nowhere, and it happened to be the stall where Fulu Xingjun disappeared. This has to be said to be a somewhat strange thing—— It would be strange to say that there is no connection here.

However, this black-robed general who called himself Nineteen and was kneeling on the ground also knew that Zhang Qinghe had bigger fists now, so he was very sensible and did not ask him about his origins, but told him honestly. Talk about yourself.

"Is Tai Sui in charge of this generation now?" Zhang Qinghe asked lightly.

When the black-robed general heard "this generation", his pupils shrank and his figure became a little unsteady and trembling.

"Yes...it is Tai Sui Xingjun."

"Then it seems that both Si Ming and Si Yun are here? After all, it's not a good time now. There's a lot of slack. I'm afraid you don't have too many manpower."

Zhang Qinghe asked very firmly all the way, as if he was not afraid that Nineteenth would not answer.

The black-robed general was silent for a long time, as if he didn't mean it even if he said it, or if he didn't say it.

"Oh, be silent, but don't refute... That's it." Zhang Qinghe looked at the black-robed general's reaction and deliberately teased him - and also made some teasing remarks.

I'm sorry, Star Lord Spiritual Officers. It's not that I'm too cowardly, but I have big fists! It's not that the villain is stupid, but this Wude Xingjun is not like a reckless man, but is rather smart.

When Zhang San saw the embarrassment of the black-robed Nineteenth, he also laughed. He thought this look was really funny.

"That's it, please invite the two of them over."

Zhang Qinghe looked like this, obviously inseparable, and said these words unexpectedly.

Now even Taiyin was quite surprised...

"Young Master, are you so confident? Si Yun Ling Guan and Si Ming Ling Guan were both well-established Dongxu before we left. At this point, they should also be Ming Xing monks."

"Why, is it possible that Sister Taiyin can't handle two spiritual officials?"

They changed again and again... They would get angry every time they encountered trouble. This rogue temperament that treated her so stubbornly made her unable to use even half of her "Taiyin Star Lord" ruthlessness.

"No worries, naturally."

Lord Taiyin replied feebly——

"Although I'm trapped here by a fortune teller, it's still easy to control the two fortune stars."

"It's okay, I can't fight, I just said hello to them."

Zhang Qinghe felt certain after hearing these words. He turned around to comfort Taiyin Xingjun, and rubbed Zhang San's head again, telling him to calm down and not talk too much.

Zhang San understood. Under the mask, he looked at his ears and nose, and his nose looked at his heart, acting nonchalantly.

It's quite decent.

The black-robed general carefully took out the jade order from his robe, channeled a special spiritual breath, and conveyed the message clearly and cautiously, making Zhang Qinghe smile knowingly - this general was quite timid, let alone.

A few people stood in the deserted village and stayed quietly, regardless of the desolate ruins or fences around them.

But in a caravan not far away, a middle-aged man and an aunt wearing a headscarf frowned together, and their figures swayed. In their original disguise, two figures wearing divine robes appeared. The masked spiritual official was revealed to the world.

Si Ming Ling Guan looked like a rickety old man, with extremely deep wrinkles on his mask. His skinny figure was wrapped in yellow clothes, as if it would fall if the wind blew.

Si Yunlingguan, on the other hand, looks like a slightly lively girl, with her black hair coiled casually and a lively personality, as if it is difficult to predict what she will do.

"News from Nineteen... He said he met Lord Wudexing?!"

The Ming Lingguan's voice is hoarse and old, but this is just the function of the divine robe and mask, and it is still difficult to figure out his true age.

"Wude? Could it be that Wude Star Lord?!"

Si Yunlingguan seemed particularly shocked. They entered the Heavenly Palace very late, but they had heard rumors about Wude. He was a veteran Heavenly Palace priest from the same era as his master and a follower of the Eastern Heaven Emperor. According to It is said that he died in the Great Abyss of the Northern Wasteland a long time ago, but why does he appear here?

"I'm inseparable, my aura is mysterious, I can't tell the depth, and I even directly asked whether adults are in charge of the Heavenly Palace in this era, and asked me to wait for him to come over.

If he wasn't confident, why would he do this? "

Si Minglingguan seemed mature and prudent, but also a little confused.

"This is indeed the Northern Wilderness... Is it possible that that person did not die in the abyss, but lived in seclusion in the Immortal Tang Dynasty and did not care about worldly affairs?"

"Whether it is yes or not, you will know as soon as you go. Whether it is Wude's successor or Wude Xingjun himself, he will eventually meet."

Si Yun Lingguan rubbed a bright silver bracelet on her white wrist, seeming to be moved. No less than Si Ming Lingguan, she only felt that things had become extremely interesting.