Today I hold the world

In the dark night, the pile of wooden frames was burning with an orange fire mass. As the fire light flickered, the two shadows sitting cross-legged were stretched and deformed.

"Junior brother, this is not the way to go. There is a message from the door that the two families are fighting. We are here. If we encounter bad people, we will inevitably fall into danger. You...do you have any other methods?"

The speaker had sword eyebrows and staring eyes, and his expression was exhausted. A seven-star sword lay flat on his knees. It was Jiang Yuzhou who had been out with Zhong Ziyan for many days.

When there is no one around, Jiang Yuzhou would not call Zhong Ziyan the 'head', otherwise it would appear strange.Since the assassination of Qi Bi, Jiang Yuzhou has developed too much protective heart towards Zhong Ziyan, so the relationship will inevitably become closer.

Sitting opposite him on the other side of the fire, Zhong Ziyan took out a water storage spirit gourd and drank a couple of sips, with a clear face and a three-color bell in his hand.

The ears of the bell are hung with red silk, and under the firelight, there are three colors of red, blue and blue, which are somewhat different from those seen in the past. There is a crescent gap at the bottom, and the copper beads inside shake, making a clear sound.

Zhong Ziyan shook twice, his eyes changed from momentary unwillingness and sadness to determination, "Tomorrow morning, we will go another two hundred miles to the north, and if we still can't find it within three hours... that's all~"

It has been eight days since the collapse of the ghost city space, and all the nearby hills and ravines have been searched. It is impossible for a little girl like Meng Wa to run too far by herself. Zhong Ziyan is most worried about her being robbed.

Jiang Yuzhou added more firewood to the fire, and sighed, "My condolences, brother~ She is probably dead, even a foundation-building monk can't survive, and a Qi-training monk, let alone a child, how could she survive?"

Zhong Ziyan shook his head, "She is still alive, the cold-faced foundation building was his grandfather, and it was not a normal death, but caused by the exhaustion of life energy. It is very likely that he encountered a strong enemy at that time, or Senior Leng Qi desperately broke out of the ghost. Urban space..."

Although there is no basis for what he said later, Zhong Ziyan firmly believes that Meng Wa is still alive. There are several footprints on the small hill grave, and the smallest one must have been left by Meng Wa.

"No matter how good your aptitude is, it's a pity that you don't have the fate to join my Chilongmen."

During Jiang Yuzhou's trip, he had heard Zhong Ziyan say that the child was smart and clever, and he was on the second level of Qi training at a young age. If he could find a certain income, but now he has been looking for five days, and he has not even seen a shadow. There is no chance in the door.

The two stopped talking any more, and closed their eyes to rest, waiting for the dawn.

The next day, I took the first-order flying spirit weapon and went northward for more than 200 miles. I walked in all directions, but still got nothing.

There are continuous hills here, and there are some places where monks live clearly. Zhong Ziyan will come to the door to inquire, not all the small forces, but to build strength according to the formations of each small force, and judge the degree of danger. Find the power of the Qi training class.

At noon, not far from the most famous Tibetan Wind Ridge, Zhong Ziyan and Jiang Yuzhou descended on a thick and tall old tree with twisted roots to rest.

Jiang Yuzhou pointed in the direction of the huge mountains exuding a palpitating and terrifying coercion, "If you guessed correctly, there is the famous 'Zangfeng Ridge'. We have to go back."

Walking through a few bushes in the morning, it is inevitable that some grass leaves will stick to each other. Zhong Ziyan brushes away the green leaves on his sleeves.

Due to his clear face, no matter he is smiling or pursing his lips solemnly, the flesh on his face is pressed down, and the corners of his mouth and cheeks naturally show arc-shaped grooves. Zhong Ziyan shaded his eyes with one hand, and after a long time, he looked relaxed and relieved, and sighed:

"Forget it, take a break for a day or two, and return."

Along the way, most of the small forces asked were very wary, and the replies all meant that they didn't know what Zhong Ziyan was asking.The two people who have the power to build the foundation dare not take the liberty to disturb them. Knowing that this place is chaotic, they act on the premise of safety.

After resting for a while, Zhong Ziyan and Jiang Yuzhou took the flying spiritual weapon and headed back south. After traveling a hundred miles, they saw two groups of monks fighting in the chaotic stone forest below.

Jiang Yuzhou watched carefully for a moment, his eyes flashed with excitement, "Junior brother, a group of casual practitioners in the Qi training period, the highest level of cultivation is only comparable to mine, how about we watch from a distance for a while?"

Zhong Ziyan originally planned to avoid troubles, but he thought to himself, during this period of time, Brother Jiang was running around with him, it was inevitable to be boring, he was aggressive and aggressive, and every time he saw other casual cultivators fighting each other, he liked to watch and analyze , Thinking about the technique of breaking the trick.If you can't even meet this requirement, you may feel unhappy.

"It's good to have a look~"

Jiang Yuzhou got the consent, and Xi Se drove the flying spiritual weapon close to the chaotic stone forest, and landed on the top of the towering stone pillar far from the scene of the fight.

There were two groups of monks in the arena, a total of nine people, six of them surrounded and beat three of them. Among the three surrounded, two were female cultivators at the fifth level of qi training, and the other was at the eighth level of qi training. The chest was pierced by a spear, but he still tried his best to parry various enemy weapons.

Among the six people on the other side, headed by a majestic seventh-level Qi-training monk, the other five were all dressed in brown suits, and they were all men with long spears. The boss created an opportunity to kill the monk on the eighth level of the opponent's Qi training.

From time to time, Jiang Yuzhou whispered to Zhong Ziyan the advantages and disadvantages of the moves used by the two parties. The move used by the group of people with long spears was a technique called "pointing stars". Six people formed an array and formed a hexagram. Those in it will be impaled to death.

In this way of siege, the person in the middle was the most injured. It can also be proved from the facts that the cultivator on the eighth level of qi training was willing to resist in the middle in order to protect his two companions, and his body suffered a lot of wounds.

The five people in brown clothes are all in the mid-stage of Qi training, and they rely entirely on the number of people to consume the other group. The winner will be determined soon. Jiang Yuzhou predicts that the person on the eighth floor of Qi training will lead two female cultivators. There is a high probability that they will not survive.

Zhong Ziyan waited and watched calmly, and suddenly, he saw the majestic man in gray clothes with eight layers of Qi training yelling towards this side:

"The two fellow daoists watching the battle from a distance, if they can help each other today, Yue will be rewarded with a generous gift...uh~"

The man had just finished speaking when he was accidentally pierced through the left chest by another long spear from the enemy. His body trembled and stiffened immediately. Before he died, he shot two poison darts in his hand, dragging along an enemy who was at the fourth level of Qi training.

Zhong Ziyan and Jiang Yuzhou looked at each other, wondering how the man found out that they were hiding here.

At this time, the two female cultivators who were besieged in the rocky forest saw the eighth-level cultivator of qi training died. One of them collapsed, his pink skirt was covered with mud, and he sat on the ground crying and begging for mercy. The figure is graceful and capable, and the eyes are increasingly hating the enemy.

Because the eighth-level qi-training monk yelled for help before he died, the group of people in brown suits also looked at Zhong Ziyan and Jiang Yuzhou's hidden direction, and they turned their attention to their boss, but did not continue to attack for the time being. The remaining two nuns.

Jiang Yuzhou said in a low voice: "Junior Brother, why don't you save those two female cultivators?"

Just as Zhong Ziyan was about to think about it, three rockets were shot from a long distance. Jiang Yuzhou had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and the little seven-star sword swung out its sword energy to cancel them all.

The figures of the two were revealed, and the white-faced monk on the seventh floor of Qi training in the chaotic stone forest was shocked and vigilant.

Zhong Ziyan and Jiang Yuzhou hurried out of the way.

"Junior brother, none of them are kind, why don't you kill them?" Jiang Yuzhou's face was sharp, and the little seven-star sword in his hand was screaming.

Among the rocky forests, the female cultivator in the goose-yellow dress took the opportunity to pull her companion a few steps out of the siege, and shouted for help just like the dead eighth-level Qi-training cultivator:

"I also ask the two of you to save lives, and I am willing to repay you with your own life!"

Not because of relatives, but how could Zhong Ziyan fall into the trap so easily? Seeing that the men in brown suits began to quickly attack the woman in light yellow dress, Jiang Yuzhou hurriedly said:

"Junior brother, if you don't speak again, I will attack. How can I teach two weak girls to die here? Everyone begged hard."

Zhong Ziyan hesitated again and again, observed the surrounding terrain, and finally said, "Help me!"

The white-faced monk at the seventh level of Qi training in the chaotic stone forest cursed secretly, "Damn, meddlesome fellow, if I hadn't been injured, I would have fought you!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly picked up the body of the eighth-level qi-training monk who was besieged to death, and yelled at his subordinates to retreat to the east.

Those people are savvy and know that all of them have been injured. Jiang Yuzhou, who is at the eighth level of Qi training, and Zhong Ziyan, who is at the fifth level of Qi training, will most likely not be able to beat them. Timely evacuation is the best plan.

Zhong Ziyan and Jiang Yuzhou came to the Stone Forest and watched the two female cultivators at close range. The woman in the light yellow dress looked sad, and said bluntly:

"Thank you both for your help."

The other squatting female cultivator with a beautiful face cried and imitated her companion's language, thanking her again and again.

Jiang Yuzhou looked at Zhong Ziyan who was looking around, smiled smartly, and said easily, "It's a trivial matter, thank you very much."

Zhong Ziyan turned his head quickly, and smiled politely at the two female cultivators who had just been rescued, "I can't stay here for long, if those people pull the strongman back to return a second time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to escape."

The four of them got on the flying spirit weapon and flew southward for more than a hundred miles before slowing down. The light-yellow-dressed female cultivator briefly described her background and the originality of this fight. Zhong Ziyan didn't find that the two were lying for the time being, so she smiled back.

The female cultivator in goose yellow dress is called Peacock, seven out of 24, and the female cultivator with a delicate face and a peach-colored dress is called Yue Qifeng, [-] years old.

When the crisis was eliminated, both of them were relieved, they survived the catastrophe, less joy and more sorrow, maybe it was because Zhong Ziyan's face was cold at first, the two women were not stupid, knowing that Zhong Ziyan was examining them, Yue Qifeng was very nervous, but he didn't say anything. Little, after Kowtow said a few proficient words, he chattered and said everything, which made Jiang Yuzhou laugh out loud, while Peacock kept winking at Yue Qifeng, telling her to say less.

The atmosphere became active and harmonious. The two girls knew where Zhong Ziyan and Jiang Yuzhou were going. Now that they were homeless, and the only elder brother who protected them died, they begged Zhong Ziyan to take them with them to do chores in the door.

The faction these two people stayed with was called 'Green Bamboo Hall'. In the area of ​​Gumao Ridge, the defensive formation was broken by other forces half a year ago. Only three people survived. Another one died today, leaving only two of them. .

Zhong Ziyan pondered for a long time, and agreed for now.

******

In the secret room of the Wang Family Mountain Gate on the Huaiyin River, Wang Bi respectfully faced a slap ghost token with the words 'Dusuo Mountain·Taiyin Peak', on which were the cold eyes of a pair of blood gorilla, and slowly closed his eyes and said: " If I know who did it, I will send someone there, and you mind your own business."

"Yes!" Wang Bi responded with a bow.

The eyes disappeared quickly, and the ghost order fell to the ground. Wang Bi quickly picked it up and put it on the table beside him, and walked out of the secret room to the meeting hall.

The sound of coughing resounded in the silent hall from time to time, and the long scars on the cheeks faded a bit as the face became thinner. Liugong often bent down to see the head of the family when he saw him coming.

Wang Bi looked at the old man with only a few strands of white hair in the hall, a flash of pity flashed in his heart, he changed his previous harsh words, and asked with words:

"Why are you here this time?"

Liugong often coughed and reported with a smile, "Patriarch, it's done!"

Wang Bi stood up happily, went down to support Liu Gongchang, "Is it really done?"

Liu Gong often smiled and stopped talking. After a while, Wang Bi raised his head and laughed loudly, "Okay! In the next ten years, I will personally teach the children of your Liu family!"

After all, he dragged Liu Gong out of the hall, impatient to see what he accomplished, to be precise, it was the murderous creature.