Immortal Voices

"Doctor? This stepping horse is obviously a sword repair." He was hit hard by Feng Rui's sword gas on his forehead, Wen You thought he was dead, but he felt completely stunned for a long time, but he was fine, but Reaching out a hand, a pinch of hair was missing from the forehead.

Wen You immediately ironed his face, "This fuck-egg method."

"So what, Rong Xian seems to be a person from Xuanhua Mountain. I haven't seen Tsinghua's head of Xuanhua Mountain to save people." A female repairer tried to protect her hair and her clothes for a while. Some are messy.

Beside her, the family member of Jinpaoyudai thoughtfully looked at the person standing calmly and let the sword run wild, and said with interest: "I think we should leave, after all, Rong Xian also gave us face, If she wanted to kill us, we would have died. "

"Face? Where did she show us face?" The dark-faced gorgeous man Xiu Xi held his broken belt and looked at the culprit fiercely.

"Song Yan, we disregarded morality first." Tan Guangfeng frowned in disapproval.

Song Yan held his belt with his hands and straightened out. He said angrily, "Tan Guangfeng, your father named you Guangfeng, and you really lived like a moonlight."

Tan Guangfeng smiled and didn't speak. He looked at Rong Xian, who was in a difficult situation, and was a little worried.

Dr. Rong's person is unknown to anyone. If such a character really falls here, it is really sighing.

Rong Xian also knows that she can't stop these people. After all, her sword qi doesn't kill people, at most it just teases these people. It has no practical meaning except to make them ugly.

They don't even need to adapt, as long as they don't care about shame, they will definitely attack her.

Rong Xian opened her eyes and ignited a cluster of flames at her fingertips. She took out a small flower from her arms, which was the flower that she had taken from the sieve before.

The flowers floated on the flames, slowly burning by the flames, and the light blue smoke spreading in all directions around her.

"Hold your breath and detoxify," someone shouted.

Everyone rushed to eat detoxification detoxification, closed the air, closed the air, and used anti-poison beads to avoid the approach of green smoke.

Rong Xian blinked at this scene, oh, these monks are smart.

Since this method has not been used, Rong Xian has not wasted time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she turned quickly and fled away.

Song Yan calmly said, "Chasing."

The words did not fall, a figure fell in front of them, the fan flickered, and the tone was light: "This is not possible, Rong Xian cannot be caught by you."

"Up." The monk, who was short of hair on his head, shouted viciously.

Anyang clasped the folding fan in his hand and fought with this group of people. A group of young people were always impulsive, especially when everyone wanted to compare each other between Zongmen and the family.

They were huddled together, and they seemed to want to know who was the first person of the younger generation here, and completely forgot the task entrusted to them by the family, but those who did not forget it.

Martial arts swiftly jumped out of the chaos and turned towards Rong Xian.

Rong Xian ran out of the training ground and stopped panting. Her face was a little pale, her body sunshade was about to move, and she didn't retreat. The two strengths made her swollen with blood, and it was extremely painful.

Looking up at the sun in the center, it's noon.

She glanced back at the direction in which she came, with a thought in her eyes.

Anyang actually came, seemingly friends and enemies.

She put on some messy clothes and said indifferently: "Sure enough, good people have good rewards."

Rong Xian glanced around and was about to leave here. After all, this is where the Yu people sleep, and she is unwilling to let others ruin the peace here.

Rong Xian just took two steps and stopped abruptly.

She looked at the old woman who was standing in front of her. Feng Feng's eyes narrowed. This person's breath was a little familiar, much like the force that was destroyed by her sixteen hundred years ago.

Rong's artifact was spread by them, and they worked together to draw the idiots to ruin Rong's family.

But those people had obviously been killed by her clean.

Could it be the fish that missed the net?

Rong Xian was murderous in her heart, but she was more innocent on her face. When she tried to kill someone, she was not murderous at all, just like killing is not simply killing. It is not a crime but a trial.

"Who are you?" Rong Xian asked ignorantly.

The old woman didn't speak, she smashed the crutches in the hand twice on the ground, and the huge force passed along the ground, shocked Rong Xian to spit out and flew out.

Rong Xian: "..." It was true that she didn't want to be exposed to such a disagreeable direct action.

"Well?" The old woman looked at the blood on the ground with golden light in surprise. She stepped forward two steps, her eyes flashed, and the blood on the ground was surrounded by a force and floated in front of the old woman.

She examined the blood carefully, and found that there was a familiar cold and cold breath flowing inside, and this breath was suppressed by a burning force, but this burning force was quickly consumed, and when it was exhausted, it was cold Qi will quickly occupy all the blood.

The old woman raised her head, and the blood in front of her was scattered on the ground again. Her old voice was full of surprise: "It's a sunshade. You little doll is interesting. Not only does it have legendary things like the sword emperor's blood, it's already long ago. Destroyed drugs are also there. "

Rong Xian lay on the ground for a long time and did not get up. She smiled bitterly, and still could not hear half of the hostility in her tone: "Cough, seniors laughed."

She tried to stand up and stood up steadily: "Why did my predecessor shoot at me?"

The old woman looked down at Rongxian, and said lightly, "Of course, to make it easier to get what I want."

"What does the senior want? Looking at the senior's appearance, it is not the blood of the sword emperor that everyone is looking for, nor is it a banned drug. Rong Xian doesn't know what else she can make people remember." Her tone was A bit self-deprecating.

The old woman asked in a deep voice, "Where is the Lord?"

Rong Xian was sinking in his heart, except for the magical repair of the condensing moon, to find the heart-respecting Lord, all that was left was the group of fish that leaked the net and the mysterious force.

The reason for finding the heart to honor the Lord without thinking is the artifact they are struggling to find.

Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, she once again collided with this force.

But this time, she was in the dark.

In the depths of Rong Xian's eyes, there is a gloomy gloom that seems to have been deposited for thousands of years, but his face is blank: "Heart ... Respect the Lord? Senior, I don't know this person."

The old woman snorted coldly. The crutch in her hand was more flexible than the snake. She left the palm of the old woman and hurried towards Rong Xian.