Chapter 908: Sword Without Trace

"No!"

Su Zimo shook his head and said categorically: "There are no Zongmen seniors accompanying, the three of you go out during this sensitive period, it is too risky!"

Although he is younger than Nangong Ling.

But the rank is great.

In this matter, he couldn't watch the Nangong Ling trio take risks!

What's more, for the past two months, every time he saw the Heavenly Sword Technique for a long time, when he left the cave to ventilate, he felt peeping!

If this person is a disciple of Bailianmen, it is only out of curiosity.

If it is the eyeliner buried by the other gates in the Bailianmen, or the eyeliner buried by the Temple of the Underworld, their every move will be exposed!

In other words, once they leave Zongmen, they are highly likely to be caught!

"Uncle Xiao, it's okay!"

As Xuan Xiajiao said, "Fengyun City is in the middle of the four side gates, and it is not too far away from our Bailian Gate. What can be dangerous?"

Su Zimo was about to shake his head to refuse. Inadvertently, he looked up and saw Liu Hanyan standing next to him.

Although the quiet woman never said a word, she looked at him with a look of expectation in her eyes.

Su Zimo felt soft.

Liu Hanyan was under too much pressure during this time.

This trip may also relieve her nervousness.

At this point, Su Zimo's mind had been thinking about it.

Nangong Ling looked at Su Zimo and snorted, "Who said that the seniors of Zongmen were too busy, the uncle in front of us was quite busy."

Su Zimo stood up and said lightly, "Well, I'll accompany you around."

"what?"

This time, Nangong Ling was surprised.

He had said casually, running on Su Zimo, but when he thought that the latter was abnormal, he promised it.

Nangong Ling Xinsheng confessed and complained.

"Well!"

Ru Xuan clapped her hands and cheered, smiling.

Even Liu Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief, and the frowning sorrow between the eyebrows seemed to fade a lot, his eyes shone with ripples, worshiping Su Zimo Yingying, and softly said, "Thank you, Master."

"It's okay to accompany you to the assembly, but I have to tell you."

Su Zimo looked serious, and said in a deep voice, "You three play together, but you can't leave me within three feet, is it possible?"

"Oh, yes, yes!"

Ru Xuan urged, pulling Su Zimo's sleeves, and walked outward, thinking in his mouth, "Uncle Xiao, you're really shy."

Nangong Ling shook his lips, and didn't take it seriously, whispered, "What can you do within three feet of your side? I can live forever!"

The voice didn't fall, and Nangong Ling suddenly felt his neck tightening. He was gripped by his neck, and volleyed up!

"Who, who!"

Nangong Ling looked panic-stricken, his face was flushed, his two legs were kicking in mid-air, and he felt his strength disappeared without a trace.

Just then, a rough face appeared before his eyes.

Su Zimo clutched Nangong Ling with one hand and said with a smile: "Immortality is not guaranteed, but at least it will save your life!"

"You, you, you let go of me!"

Nangong Ling desperately wants to urge mana and qi and blood.

But somehow, under the restraint of Su Zimo's palm, he could not mobilize all his strength, and he could only let him hold it.

"Hahahaha!"

Ru Xuan was naturally unscrupulous and laughed abruptly.

Nangong Ling even felt that his face was lost, and Qi almost passed out on the spot.

suddenly!

He felt a loose body, his body dropped, and he was free again.

Nangong Ling was furious, so he had to discuss with Su Zimo, but found that the three Su Zimo had left Dongfu and went outside.

Nangong chased indignantly, silent.

After all, Su Zimo is his little master.

In the large court, he could not fight with Su Zimo. If the Master knew this, he was afraid that he would be expelled from the division!

When he came outside the gate of Zongmen, Ru Xuan's little hand patted on the storage bag, and he directly offered a spiritual boat, which quickly swelled.

"Uncle Xiao, let's go!"

After speaking, Ru Xuan jumped up first, followed by Su Zimo and others.

With this spirit boat on his way, Su Zimo was idle and uninteresting. He took out the sword of Tiansha and continued to practice.

During this time, his whole body was almost devoted to the Heavenly Sword Technique, and he took a rest after being tired, and then continued to enlighten.

Su Zimo had a hunch that he was about to touch the fur of this sword tactic!

The spirit boat galloped all the way. After a long time, the speed slowly dropped.

Looking at the horizon, the outline of a huge city gradually became clear!

Fengyun City!

Take the meaning of the situation.

Before reaching Fengyun City, there were already many monks in the vicinity.

Someone walked with the sword.

Someone came by the wind.

Some monks stepped on the auspicious clouds, and some real monarchs controlled the red-headed crane.

Put away the spirit boat, Su Zimo four people descended on Fengyun City.

The city is huge and the city is lively.

As far as the eyes go, monks from all major gates can be seen everywhere, and there are numerous monk stalls gathered on both sides of the road.

Magic weapon, can be seen everywhere.

The mysteries of ancient books are astonishing.

The magic bullets are all dazzling.

Some monks are even more stubborn, and they don't care about Xianjia's demeanor.

Seeing this lively scene, Liu Hanyan's condition is obviously much better, and it seems that the pressure brought on him by the dispute over the refiner has been removed.

Ru Xuan jumped around, and at each stall, she made a lap, curiously manipulated it but did not buy it, causing countless white eyes.

Nangong Ling also followed Liu Hanyan step by step, keeping an eye on the sweetheart's eyes, ready to take shots at any time to help her sweetheart buy treasures!

Su Zimo is still the same, holding the Tiansha Jianjue in his hand, and lazily following the three.

He is really feeling the God of Killing Sword.

But at the same time, the red-haired yin **** hid in the corner of the sea, and did not relax his vigilance, watching the movement around him.

"Look over there, Feiyumen Tianjiao Tianyu has appeared!"

"Wu Tianyu, the eleventh in the vision list, I didn't expect him to come so early."

"Go and see, I haven't seen what the monk in Vision 11 looks like."

Many monks talked, rushing in that direction.

The monks on the vision list are centered wherever they go!

"Dare to ask my friends, but Nangong Ling, the 83rd in the vision list?"

At this moment, a monk stepped forward and asked Nangong Ling Baoquan.

Nangong Ling didn't speak, just stood against his hands, looked proudly, and nodded.

The monk looked pleased and said quickly: "It is really Nangong Daoyou, who has been admiring for a long time. It is a great blessing to see Daoyou here!"

Just then, there was another tumult in the crowd behind.

"Look, there is no sword!"

"Ah! It's him!"

The monk who was standing in front of Nangong Ling was even more excited, as if he could not see the existence of Nangong Ling, followed the crowd and went straight to the sword without a trace.

Even Nangong Ling showed a hint of dread and whispered: "The sword is missing, and the vision is the third!"

Thanks a little bit, speechless, Xiao Bing B, the reward of the sea and sky ~

(End of this chapter)