Is anyone else here?
Zhan couldn't hear Liu Wuyi's words. Although his face remained unchanged, he was shocked in his heart. He didn't notice at all.
The few monster monks behind Zhan Wenwei were not as determined and immovable as Zhan Wenwei. After hearing this, his expression changed immediately, and he looked around, looking at the empty and endless wasteland, trying to discover what Liu Wuyi said. of other people.
The void here suddenly became quiet.
The next moment, without any warning, a black figure suddenly appeared in the void.
The person who came was dressed in mysterious clothes, his figure was as tall and straight as a green pine on a stone, his sword eyebrows flew sideways, his eyes were clear, he was carrying a three-foot sword box on his back, and he stood quietly not far from the two sides.
Zhan Wenfa's eyes fell on the sword box behind the young man in Xuanyi. Feeling the same unfathomable cultivation on his body, the look on his face became more and more ugly.
Compared with Liu Wuyi's inscrutability, this new young man in Xuanyi has a bit more vigor.
"This fellow Taoist must be a disciple of Jianzhai." Zhan could not say this as an affirmation, not a question, with a determined look on his face.
The young man in black clothes was carrying a sword box. Although he had a sharp look on his body, his brows were calm and restrained. Hearing this, he nodded calmly, "Comrade Zhan, I am Jiang Yanzhi from the human race."
Jiang Yanzhi, a young man in black clothes, directly named Zhan Fengwei's surname. Obviously, he had been here for a long time.
"I always thought that sword cultivators were upright people, but I didn't expect that this fellow Daoist Jiang..." Behind Zhan Fawei, a demon monk suddenly spoke in a bad tone.
As soon as these words came out, both Zhan Wenwu and Liu Wuyi, who were both members of the demon tribe, both had expressions of concentration.
At the moment, the two sides naturally focus on cooperation to achieve a win-win situation. Now that there is an additional human monk, it is obviously best to avoid conflicts and enter the treasure hall together so that each can get what they want.
It is one thing for a swordsman to be upright and aboveboard, but at the same time, drawing his sword whenever he disagrees is also a true portrayal of a swordsman.
For example, the Yijian Zhenjun of Jianzhai.
The Taoist title of Yijian Zhenjun was given by his master. The original meaning was that he could shake the world with just one sword in his life.
However, in the world of cultivation, the most widely circulated meaning is not this, but the true king of Yi Jian, who draws his sword whenever he disagrees.
Due to the temperament of True Lord Yijian, the image of the disciples of Jianzhai now on the Eastern Continent, drawing their swords whenever they disagree has almost spread throughout the world.
On the other side, when Liu Wuyi and Zhan Wen couldn't get over the bad feelings in their hearts, Jiang Yanzhi looked calm and spoke calmly, "I rested here last night. Seeing all the fellow Taoists from the Demon Clan, I felt sad in my heart. We were a little curious, but we didn’t want to disturb each other.”
The implication is that they have been here for a long time. You ran up to them and talked quietly without asking them if they wanted to hear it. Instead, you blamed them for hearing it.
What's more, Jiang Yanzhi found out that they were demons, and normally they wouldn't show up rashly.
When Liu Wuyi heard this, he beat the jade-fracture fan in his hand more cheerfully, and the smile on his handsome face became deeper and deeper.
Zhan Feng's stoic face, which had remained unchanged, became a little unbearable.
The two races of humans and demons are separated by hundreds of thousands of mountains. At present, there is no incompatibility between them, but they are definitely not on good terms.
If it were them, and a human race appeared in front of their group, I'm afraid they wouldn't just watch, but would think about how to deal with the opponent.
In other words, this fellow Taoist from the Sword Studio can be considered a very kind swordsman.
I heard that there are many monks among the human race who hate the demon clan and will kill them if they see them. If the sword cultivator named Jiang Yanzhi in front of them attacks and kills them while they are not paying attention, I am afraid that they and the others will be killed. People will inevitably suffer heavy injuries.
After thinking about this, Zhan Feng was not very handsome, but an apologetic smile appeared on his resolute and attractive face. He clasped his fists towards Jiang Yanzhi and apologized heartily, "Don't blame me, fellow Daoist Jiang, we and other demon clans have always been reckless. , there are many things I have offended in my words, please forgive me, fellow Taoist."
Jiang Yanzhi's clear eyes fell on Zhan Feng, and there was no unpleasant look of being squeezed on his face. "Comrade Zhan is worrying too much."
Neither soft nor hard, neither salty nor bland, it seemed that he didn't care at all about the demon clan's words.
Zhan couldn't see that although his eyes were cold and deep, they were very pure and clear. At that moment, he knew in his heart that this fellow Daoist Jiang really didn't care.
He is very pure in swordsmanship, and he is indeed very indifferent to other people's opinions and to existences other than swordsmanship.
However, Liu Wuyi looked at Jiang Yanzhi with great interest, his narrow eyes slightly raised, and his expression was casual, "Fellow Taoists, we really have to go in quickly, otherwise, we are afraid that the people who come will , there will be more.”
The Jade Fracture Fan Shi Shiran drew a stream of light in the void. Liu Wuyi stretched out his hand to gesture to the shimmering treasure palace not far away, with a smile on his eyebrows and unpredictable eyes.
The humans and monsters present all fell silent, looked at each other, and then all walked towards the treasure hall.
Just as these figures entered the open door of the palace, another figure appeared from several directions.
Lingchu and Zhan Taimingyue walked all the way towards the direction where the remaining aura of the remains of the mythical beast White Tiger was. Since that day when Zhantai Mingyue saw that the aura of the mythical beast White Tiger was probably recovering, the two senior sisters had been gone for half a month. .
In this little half month, the aura of the white tiger gradually revived, and until today, the two of them saw the appearance of the golden palace, and the scene of the golden sword that covered the sky falling.
It's not that far away from the two of them.
After walking for half an hour, with the monk's outstanding eyesight, he saw the door of the palace.
After estimating the distance, it would take less than half an hour to walk before you could enter the not-so-large, but extremely exquisite palace.
Before the two senior sisters reached the entrance of the treasure hall and were still half a cup of tea away, they stopped and looked to the other side in the direction they came from.
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There, a figure was also approaching slowly.
Wearing a water-colored immortal skirt, a jasper pendant hangs from the waist, and white jade bracelets are worn on the wrists. The silky green silk is tied behind the head, and is buckled with an emerald-colored jade comb carved with blue ripples. There are milky white glimmers on the snow-white earlobes. The pearls were hanging, and with a faint smile on her delicate and beautiful face, she walked towards the treasure palace unhurriedly.
Lingchu's eyes fell on the woman's face, and he and Senior Sister Zhantai looked at each other, and both saw a hint of understanding in the other's eyes.
The monk's memory was very good. Although nearly a year had passed, the two of them had seen this woman on that unknown mountain before entering the ancient battlefield.
Disciple of Fuyou Palace, senior sister Hongying’s best friend, Yu Qiushui’s sister, Yu Luoxia.
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