"How could you be so confused!"

The man in blue grabbed his collar hard, his handsome face full of anger and disappointment. "The God-Rewarding Art is the top-level magic technique that is unique to my sect. It is not passed on to the outside, and it is not good at reading it. You dare to steal the gift to Ye Bingran. For the sake of a ruthless sword cultivator, I think you are simply crazy!"

After the words were finished, Shen Liuji was pushed away with force, and he staggered back a few steps, barely standing firmly, and his whole body was a little stunned.

"What, what's going on?"

"Is there any face to ask me?" A young man with fairy spirit was furious and pointed at Chen Liujiu's nose and scolded, "Do you think he will be grateful for you if you like you? Let me tell you, Ye Jianzun disdains this kind of humble method and comes to the sect to return the mental method in person! Now the entire cultivation world knows the stupid things that Chen Xianjun did!"

Chen Liuxiang was scolded and was confused. He didn't understand what the situation is now, but he only felt that this scene was familiar.

Before he could ask clearly, the man in blue changed his face slightly and glared at him fiercely: "I see you have made this big mistake. You will have to peel off even if you don't die... Forget it, leave here first."

He sensed Ling Yue's breath. After this guy became a law enforcement elder, he became disregarded by his relatives. He treated everyone equally in his hands. He probably came to find the sound of the sinking sound.

Without thinking more, he put a round object into the Shenliufu clothing, and then cast a spell to let it go.

In the quiet canyon, a white dress fell from mid-air, and fell into the slowly flowing river with a "thump".

Gulugulu—

The water kept pouring into his mouth, and the sinking sounded and choked several times. His arms fluttered in the bottomless river. Help him, he couldn't swim... His body was getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

At this moment, a sound of breaking through the air from far to near came from above the water.

The sword shadow flew past, picking up the figure that was gradually sinking to the bottom of the water.

"Ahem," he lay in a mess by the river, and sniffled out the water that choked into his mouth. The water droplets slid along his long hair across his cheeks and dripped on the white gravel.

Not far away.

The long sword stained with water stood among the gravel, and a boy in black sat cross-legged next to him.

Close your eyes and a cold aura scattered all over your body.

Shen Liujiu sat up panting, without even thinking too much, and a little itchy sounded in his ears.

Could it be that it was a bug stuck in the river? He felt a palpitation. He touched his ears with long white fingers, grabbed the thing that was gently rubbed and threw it on the ground.

It's a flower.

The snow-white petals were kneaded to the point of being unsatisfied, and the broken root path fell to the ground desolately.

Shen Liuyi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he put the flower on his ear, who is so wrong?

etc!

Bai Hua, Chen Xianjun, Ye Jianzun... Isn't this the novel "Sounds Are So Fun" that I've Been Reading at Night!

Shen Liuji opened his eyes slightly, walked to the riverside, and looked down.

A scary white face was reflected on the water, as if he had touched several layers of flour, which almost made people unable to see his face. He held the water on his face and wiped his sleeves hard twice, but found that he could not wash it off.

Still unable to see his face clearly, he had to pull open his collar, put his hand into his wet inner clothes, touched it for a while, and took out half of the golden jade pendant.

The sound of the sound of the sunset looked at the golden seal on the jade pendant and was stunned for a moment.

The villain master in the book has a very important jade pendant on his body, which is the token of the Lord of the Imperial Palace. The description of the token of Jade Pendant in the book is extremely detailed, exactly the same as the one in front of him.

After a while, Shen Liujiu took back Yuhuang, stood up from the ground, and walked towards the young man sitting cross-legged.

He fell into this confusedly, and he didn't even know where this place was. He asked about the situation first. The boy in black should be the one who fished him out of the river. He must be a handsome and kind-hearted child.

Go and ask him.

The cold wind roared in the canyon, and the whole body was soaked. He was shaking by the cold air everywhere. He hugged his arms with both hands, rubbed them to keep warm, and walked towards the boy on the square stone in a little embarrassed manner.

At this moment, a little cold light suddenly appeared in front of me.

The boy in black tilted his head, staring at him with his long and dark eyes. A few feet away, the sound of the sinking sound also felt the coldness it emitted.

"What's the matter?"

"..." The sinking sound touched the sword blade that was crossed on the neck, and I couldn't speak for a long time.

——Can you put down the sword first?

The sword master saw the meaning of the sinking sound, but looked indifferent and had no intention of giving in. He even held a little closer to the sword.

The man in white was covered with long hair, covered with wet body, and his face looked like a layer of fog, making people unable to see clearly. The only impression was that his skin was astonishingly white. Qingling Sect is a famous sect in the world, and there are many weird monks living here. When the young man saw the sound of sinking and rumbling behavior, he naturally classified it as such.

After all, as a monk, it is unheard of that he almost drowned when he fell into Hanoi.

A saying circulated among the disciples in the sect is: Cherish your cultivation and stay away from weird monks.

Not long ago, a disciple was taken away by such a monk. When he came back, his cultivation had been completely damaged. Not only that, he also went crazy and wanted to leave the sect and follow the weird monk faithfully.

"Friends, we must have a misunderstanding. You should put the sword first..."

Zheng--!

Chen Liujiu said as he took a step forward, and a sharp sword sound exploded in his ears. At the same time, his neck cooled down, and the cold sword energy cut through his fair skin, and a light red bloodline appeared on it.

"Let's take a step forward, don't blame me for being disrespectful."

The sinking sounded and choked.

Which stinky little guy is so unfriendly to people and wants to throw it into the dark room to teach you a lesson.

But under the eaves, he had to bow his head. He looked up and showed a kind smile, although his pale face looked even more creepy, "Can you tell me where this is?"

After being watched meaningfully for a while, the sword hanging between his neck moved out: "Qingling Zongbei Mountain, on the banks of Juechun River."

Qing Lingzong was expecting it, but the word "Juechun" sounded inexplicably, and this place seemed to be...

"Xuan Lan, the law enforcement elder has an order, and all disciples will go to the Rebirth Cliff as soon as possible."

A disciple in blue appeared at the intersection, carrying a sword on his back, and a small golden gourd hung on his waist. He quickly noticed the sound of strange words scattered all over his body. After a while, his clear eyes trembled and his face showed a warning.

The long sword behind it sounded faintly.

Shen Liuji sensed the hostility coming, his scalp was numb, and a sword was enough. If you came across another one on your neck, it would be better to give him a pleasure!

At this moment, the cold sword that threatened his neck retreated.

The boy in black named Xuan Lan jumped down from Gao Shi, waved his palm from the air, put away his sword, and walked straight towards the intersection.

Seeing this, the disciples in the blue clothes also curled their hostility and left a little curious: "Xuanlan, who is he?"

"I don't know." Zhou Xuanlan turned around.

The man was apart from ink hair, and his whole body was white, and even his feet and boots were white. After stepping on the gravel for a while, the ground around him was soaked with the river water dripping from the corner of his clothes.

In the Juechun River area, there is a cold wind passing through it, and it is always cold.

If you do not protect yourself from the law, you can only rely on your mortal body wet by the river to resist it. It is not an exaggeration to say that you can taste the bone-eroding cold.
Chapter completed!