The next day, Qin Mengyao left alone.
Naturally, it caused a lot of discussion again. This was the first person who could stay at Murong's house for a day.
Jin Bingyun's stay did not cause too much noise. After all, Duan Lang's words about Madam yesterday had already made the matter very clear.
Compared with Qin Mengyao's fame, she is far behind.
Of course, since yesterday, Jin Bingyun's fame has been spreading at an extremely fast speed.
Another wife of Li Daoqiang and a disciple of Cihang Jingzhai, they are famous all over the world alone, let alone the two together.
Time passes day by day, and the world is still turbulent. If you give up, I will appear. Heroes from all walks of life emerge in endlessly, each leading the way.
However, as time goes by, and the date of the battle on Lanjiang Island gets closer and closer, most of the powerful eyes of the various countries in China, including those outside the customs, are gradually turning their attention to the increasingly turbulent Jiangnan.
The gathering of wind and cloud attracted the attention of the whole world.
Countless people from the world, children of aristocratic families, and even some so-called high-ranking officials and nobles, flocked to Lanjiang Island.
The day after tomorrow is not as good as a dog, and the day after tomorrow is all over the place. An ordinary master can only tremble slightly.
Top Grandmasters can create a wave.
Only an extremely strong person can stir up the turbulence in this gathering of storms.
At this time, with Lanjiang Island as the center, this is the situation.
The number of martial arts people gathered around Murong's house in Qixingtang was also rapidly decreasing, and they rushed to Lanjiang Island one after another.
There are still seven days left until the appointment period.
The moonlight is in the sky, under the bright moon, on a mountain peak that is not tall.
He is still dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing a silver cloak, with a face as perfect as jade, a tall figure, and a strange magical power, like a demon king who has come to the world.
The quiet world around him was enveloped in his aura, and not even the moonlight could cover up any of his charm.
Just one glance can make everyone who sees it unforgettable.
"Master, the news is confirmed. She has entered Murong Mansion and has not come out." Quietly, Fang Yeyu came to the figure and said respectfully half a foot away.
The devil-like figure closed his eyes lightly without any fluctuation, as if he didn't care at all.
"No need to stare anymore."
A calm and indifferent voice sounded.
Fang Yeyu raised his eyebrows slightly, showing confusion and a bit of anger.
That woman should obviously belong to the master, but now...
But what puzzled him even more was, why was the master so calm?
Also, the woman disappeared before. Why is she not found all of a sudden?
There are too many doubts that remain unanswered.
But he didn't dare to ask more questions, and he knew that some things were beyond his control.
His thoughts turned quickly, and he bowed respectfully and responded: "Yes."
When there was no movement, he excused himself and quickly disappeared.
"It seems that you are ready."
After a while, an unusually gentle voice suddenly sounded in the silence.
No figure, no trace, as if he had never appeared.
The devil-like figure opened his eyes, Pang Ban's expression remained unchanged, as if he had known for a long time, he said calmly: "You are here."
"I'm here. I hope you can succeed." The unusually gentle voice spoke again.
"Of course." Pang Ban said calmly without hesitation, as if he was saying another normal little thing.
The unusually gentle voice was quiet for a few breaths before it sounded again: "Woman from Cihang Jingzhai, have you given up?" Bayi Chinese Website
"You would also care about this kind of thing?" Pang Ban said calmly.
"I don't care, but that person has become the biggest obstacle. How sure are you of plotting against him?
Both I and the Great Khan want to know. "The gentle voice was a little more serious.
Pang Ban didn't speak. He was silent for a long time, and then he spoke, with a hint of coldness in his tone: "We'll know when the time comes."
The gentle voice fell silent, and the atmosphere became somewhat depressing.
There seemed to be a silent communication going on between the two.
The silence continued. After an unknown period of time, the world returned to normal, and the figure disappeared.
Wudang Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.
Zixiao Palace.
The tall stone statue at the top and center is majestic, with a sword lying across its palm.
A sword that doesn't look out of the ordinary, just a little primitive.
It seemed like it had always been there, never moving.
Disciples who have been in Wudang for more than ten years will know that the sword has been there untouched for more than ten years.
And disciples who have been in Wudang for decades will also know that the sword has been there untouched for decades.
But regardless of whether the sword had been moved or not, no disciple of Wudang dared to be disrespectful.
There was only reverence in the eyes even looking at him.
this day.
A hand appeared above the sword.
He is broad, does not look young, but is unusually calm.
He gently stroked the sword with his palm, picking it up and leaving it gently as if treating a friend.
Not long after, a person walked into the empty Zixiao Palace and glanced at it casually.
Suddenly, his face froze, and he stared at the palm of the stone statue.
His body trembled slightly, as if he thought of something, and emotions such as excitement, excitement, worry, and heaviness flashed through him quickly.
Taking a deep breath, he bowed respectfully to the stone statue.
Turn around and look outside the hall.
The excitement has not yet calmed down.
Looking at the endless mountains and rivers outside the main hall, I just feel overwhelmed.
Master is coming down the mountain!
Zhenwu Sword has also gone down the mountain!
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There are still two days left before the duel.
Murong family.
Li Daoqiang left with several figures.
At this time, all the martial arts people around Murong's family had disappeared.
"Master, this is the latest person to arrive." On the way out not long ago, Duan Lang came quickly and respectfully presented a list to Li Daoqiang.
Li Daoqiang took it and took a look.
Song Que, the Heavenly Sword.
Wu Zun Bi Xuan.
Cai Lin, the master of swordsmanship.
The evil spirits are as powerful as the sea.
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The names of more than ten peerless experts are listed above.
The people coming here are really becoming more and more lively.
Li Daoqiang smiled with interest, casually shredded the list, and looked in the direction of Lanjiang Island.
A flicker of excitement and anticipation flashed through.
He has been waiting for a long time.
He takes long strides, as if he is about to cross mountains and rivers.
Several people behind him quickly followed.
Banjiang Island.
This is not a very famous existence. It was originally a little famous because of the Angry Dragon Clan, and to this day, its fame is spread all over the world.
The island itself is still not surprising, what is surprising is the people who have arrived and what is about to happen.
This day.
A small boat appeared on the endless river.
It's like turning on some switch.
Small boats, big boats, trees, willow branches and other tools for crossing the river appeared one after another on the river, densely packed like ants gathering together, heading towards the central island.
Tens of thousands of boats are vying for the current, as if crossing the river, which is shocking.
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
