Seeing that Zhang Ping recognized him, Mu Hanyun asked curiously: "We must have never met before. Senior sister, did you let you see my portrait?"
Zhang Ping tried his best to remain calm: "Yes."
Mu Hanyun looked into the distance and said casually: "Since you know me, why are you so afraid of me? In this world of immortal cultivation, I am the demon cultivator with the best temper."
He has a handsome face and always has a smile on his face, and he does not have the overwhelming demonic aura or strong fishy smell like other demonic cultivators.
He obviously didn't do anything bad, so why when other people see him, it's like a mouse seeing a cat.
Zhang Ping was speechless and didn't know how to answer for a while.
Mu Hanyun didn't expect him to give an answer. As a void demon, he seemed to be incompatible with this world. People in this world naturally disliked him.
He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes had turned deep red.
He said to Zhang Ping: "Inform the Xuantian Sword Sect that Su Xiang was trapped by the Tianzhi Sect in Xinghualing in the Dayin Mountains of Yuanzhou. In addition, don't tell anyone that you have seen me before. .”
Under the gaze of crimson eyes, Zhang Ping was hypnotized.
He walked into a secret room in the small building and activated the communication spell in the secret room.
A small pocket sword rushed into the sky and shot towards Xuantian Sword Sect.
After Mu Hanyun left, Zhang Ping's memory was also tampered with.
He will only remember that his subordinates in Yuanzhou informed him of important information.
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Xuantian Sword Sect Tianque Peak, Nan Qiao received this small sword, touched his chin and said, "It is necessary to verify it."
He closed his eyes and sensed the stone he gave to Su Xiang.
When he gave Su Xiang the stone, he did not tell Su Xiang what the stone was used for.
This stone was once part of the altar and still has the aura of an altar.
Nan Qiao can use this stone to project his own power or even a clone.
After verifying that the information was true, Nan Qiao got up and went to find Shu Yuehen.
In the Patriarch Hall, Shu Yuehen sat cross-legged in front of the altar table, with the Heavenly Punishment Divine Sword lying across his lap.
After the Heavenly Punishment Divine Sword regained its glory, it exerted unabashed pressure on the outside. Ordinary disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect could not even walk around the Heavenly Punishment Divine Sword.
Shu Yuehen closed his eyes and was immersed in the virtual battle with the sword spirit.
Nan Qiao walked into the ancestral hall and saw Shu Yuehen.
The light shines through the door on her beautiful face, and her black hair seems to be shining.
She lowered her head slightly, without any expression, like a high-altitude god.
Shu Yuehen noticed that someone had entered the ancestral hall, opened his eyes and saw Nan Qiao.
Nan Qiao's expression was very serious. He had never been so serious when getting along with Shu Yuehen.
"Nan Qiao, what happened?"
Nan Qiao came to his senses and sighed: "Something happened to Su Xiang."
Shu Yuehen stood up: "What happened to Su Xiang? Isn't she on the mountain?"
Nan Qiao smiled bitterly and said: "Su Xiang went down the mountain to practice. She went to Yuanzhou and was trapped by the Tianzhi Sect in Xinghua Ridge in the Dayin Mountains."
Shu Yuehen frowned and asked, "Why did Su Xiang go down the mountain to practice? Did you force her to go?"
Nan Qiao spread her hands: "Don't accuse me wrongly. Miss, ten years have passed. Su Xiang has grown up long ago. She decided to go down the mountain to experience herself. I can't lock her in the mountain gate for the rest of her life."
Shu Yuehen looked back and realized that Su Xiang was no longer the little girl jumping around behind her. She was now a beautiful woman with a first-class figure.
