City Lord's Mansion.

Guest house.

The room specially prepared for the reception of sword repairs was surrounded by family members, and apart from a few futons, there was nothing empty.

Three monks with upright statures and lingering sword intent, sitting on the futon and talking to each other.

If you look closely, you will find that there is an inconspicuous mark on the scabbard of the long sword that they are carrying.

This is the sign of crossing Eyuan.

They are not ordinary disciples of the Sword Sect of Cold Darkness, but the current prisoner of Crossing Eyuan, whose cultivation bases are all in Nascent Soul.

Little Meng City is remote, and casual cultivators are very rare. The city lord here can only build a foundation, and he is still the kind who has been injured and promoted, which is far from their age. They came here, naturally, not so-called visiting colleagues, but to investigate Wu Xun'an.

Wu Xun'an acted in a concealed manner, but in the realm of the Cold Dark Sword Sect, he could not hide his eyes and ears from the Sword Sect after all.

It's just that the three of them have not had enough evidence so far.

With Wu Xun'an's reputation in Xiaomeng City, rashly arresting people might arouse public outrage.

The Sword Sect of Cold Darkness is a decent sect, and has its own rules for acting, but it is not easy to do things that use force to deceive others.

At this moment, they were discussing this matter. A sword repairman exuding a white robe said in a deep voice, "...This person should be practicing some kind of magic power. The entire city has been collected by him for years as an excuse. , Secretly laid out the formation."

"The formation has not yet been activated, and the effect is still uncertain. It should be the lack of a key formation."

Another Huafu Jianxiu groaned: "According to past experience, practicing magic skills, arranging these large formations, and leaving medicinal charms in the people of the city, most of them are to sacrifice the whole city in blood."

The Jianxiu in the center wore a **** red robe, with a cold expression, and said in a cold voice: "Blood sacrifices to the whole city, the sin deserves death!"

"If it's just a small evil, it's fine to regret it after entering Du Eryuan."

"Such a serious crime, never be merciful!"

At this moment, the door of the quiet room was knocked suddenly.

Accompanied by the knock on the door, there was a rushing cry for help: "Three swordsmen, please help!"

The three Jian Xiu's expressions condensed, and the Jian Xiu in the Jiang Hongpao immediately flicked his fingers, and the door suddenly opened, and Wu Xun'an, who looked anxious, stepped in immediately.

He looked at the three sword repairmen with strong sword intent and strong aura, and he was happy. The three disciples of the sword sect are here, and he is saved! !

However, the next moment, the figure in the mysterious robe before appeared again beside him.

Wu Xun'an gasped sharply, pointing to the figure with a frantic expression and shouting: "The three Sword Sects are high-footed, he..."

At this moment, he was surprised and delighted. What was shocked was that the figure in the mysterious robe took up his identity and confuses his wife and children, not to mention, he even dared to chase here! The good news is that the three disciples of the Cold Dark Sword Sect are here, and the other party dared to come, it is simply seeking his own death!

However, before he finished speaking, he saw the eyes of the three Han Duan Sword Sect disciples. Without hesitation, he moved away from him, turned to the figure in the mysterious robe, and asked calmly: "Friend Wu, what's the matter?"

Wu Xun'an froze instantly, his pupils dilated, and his expression frightened, his whole person seemed to be dragged into the cold deep sea by invisible power, almost completely frozen.

Pei Ling said lightly: "It's okay, I just want to invite three people to sit in my medical room."

The three sword repairmen looked at each other, then nodded slightly: "Yes."

Looking at this scene, Wu Xun'an felt terrified in his heart. How could it be? how come? ?

Even the cultivators of the Sword Sect of Cold Darkness regard that person as him? ?

The Sword Sect of Cold Darkness is one of the nine strongest sects in the world!

Moreover, Jian Xiu's mind is pure, he pays attention to breaking the ten thousand magic with one sword, and his Dao heart is as solid as a rock, and he is ten percent off. Why didn't he recognize him? ?

He is the master of the medical room, he is...

and many more!

Who... who is it?

A confusion flashed across Wu Xunan's face, and the whole person suddenly froze. The next moment, the smoke disappeared, and there was nothing...

At this time, the three Jianxiu stood up and followed Pei Ling away. From beginning to end, no one seemed to notice. The real Wu Xunan...

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After half a month.

Cross Eyuan.

In the gorge where there is no grass, the exposed rock formations are intertwined with dark red and blue and black, and the wind blowing from all directions, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, is bitterly cold, and there is a strange coldness that penetrates the heavy clothes and penetrates into the bone marrow.

The light in the eyes is dim, the blood moon hangs high above the head, and the light crimson brilliance falls down, illuminating the shadowy outline, gloomy, depressed, and cold.

A fierce and ragged prisoner was dragged to a row of mysterious iron frames. The two "Jiji" ignored the prisoner's cursing and provocation, and neatly tied him to a shelf. After confirming that he could not break free, they went straight to their own accord. Long away.

Before long, two monks in blue robes with white background walked into the canyon.

Their robes are neat, full of energy, and incompatible with the surroundings. When they walk, they walk lightly, with a special whip wrapped around their waists.

The two monks are a man and a woman. The man has a square face and a tall stature. There is no anger and majesty between the eyebrows, and the whole body is fierce.

The female cultivator looked rather delicate, with fair and delicate skin, slender eyebrows, and a light body. She wore a double snail bun and a hairpin with white flowers. She seemed to be filial piety for whom.

There is a deep gloom between her brows, and she has a sense of sadness and magnolia.

A pair of eyes were born very well, radiant, and the corners of the eyes that were slightly raised, there was a little coldness in the charming.

"False road running dogs!" Seeing these two people, the prisoner on the mysterious iron frame immediately spit, and smiled grinningly, "If I have the ability to let go of the three hundred rounds of battle, I will slaughter you two **** sooner or later!"

When he shouted, his breath fluctuated, and it was the peak of Dan's formation.

The male cultivator smiled coldly, then turned to the female cultivator to his side, and his voice was soft for an instant, saying: "Junior Sister Song, I am different from the outside world when I cross Eyuan. Prisoners here are all evil and cunning."

"Therefore, we must not use the attitude of the outside world to treat them."

"Although I am a well-known person, I am by no means an unprincipled confused person."

"This kind of **** who has committed a big mistake but still doesn't repent must be taught enough lessons and must not be merciless!"

Hearing this, Song Qiongzi's complexion remained unchanged, but only slightly nodded.

Song Qiongzi is her current identity.

The original body was a disciple of the Linglu Pavilion vassal to Jiuyi Mountain.

After the battle between Orthodoxy and Demons broke out, Jiuyi Mountain's beacon was everywhere, and Linglu Pavilion, as the sect under it, was naturally impossible to stay out of the matter. Although the mountain gate was in the depths of the Jiuyi Mountain Boundary, it was not burned by soldiers, but including the head of the mountain, under the order of Jiuyi Mountain, all the furnaces were opened for alchemy day and night.

Although it was originally busy, it was safe.

However, the previous "cyanosis" ravaged, Jiuyi Mountain had to offer a large reward, recruiting casual repairs to sit in the city, and the alchemy of Linglu Pavilion was directly sent out to treat mortals.

Song Qiongzi had very bad luck in this vein. His master, brother, sister, brother, and sister all died at the hands of the demon cultivator, and she was the only one who survived.