We Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

Chapter 372

The Great Xia Dynasty, adjacent to the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At the speed of Jiulong Jinnian, he reached the border of Daxia in just three days.

Along the way, Ling Xiao settled Ye Qingchan and Ning’er in the realm.

And the way of the wind is perfect, it can be regarded as a means to save one’s life.

Feng Lei two rounds are consummated, and it is hard to say whether he can beat the god emperor.

But with the wind and thunder wings, Ling Xiao didn’t aim at anyone in terms of the speed of escape. Everyone in Shengzhou was rubbish.

And that great formation of the Nine Dragons Prisoners was also arranged by him in the realm.

Using the two spiritual veins as the array eye, spurring a large array, can shake the god emperor.

If the Nine Channels are the eyes, even if the power of the world has not yet evolved in the realm, Ling Xiao is still sure that this ancient strange formation will trap and kill the people of the god emperor.

“Brother, where are we going now?”

On the border between Daxia and Xia, in a dilapidated small city.

The three Ling Xiao sat at a tea stand on the side of the street, drank tea and ate some snacks.

Ye Qingchan put his cheeks in his hands, and his eyes looked at the young man in front of him tenderly.

These few days are the happiest time in her life.

It’s just inexplicable, she always feels that the day when she leaves Ling Xiao is…not far away.

“The Great Summer Palace!”

Ling Xiao took a sip of tea, but just as soon as he turned his head, he saw a figure of a young man in a cloth passing by.

The tea that I had just drunk in my mouth was sprayed out in an instant.

“My son! What’s wrong with you?”

Ye Qingchan’s eyes were clear, and the power of the Tao was spread out.

The entire ancient street was cold in an instant. If it hadn’t been for the midwinter at this time, I was afraid it would have caused the people to panic.

“No…nothing…”

Ling Xiao shook his head and raised his hand to touch Ning’er’s little head, “Is Ning’er full? If you’re full, go back to the temple with Sister Qingchan to rest?”

“it is good!”

Ning’er nodded obediently, while Ye Qingchan just glanced suspiciously at the young figure at the end of the street.

How can a…Xuanqing person enter the young man’s eyes?

Of course, even after having been with Ling Xiao for a long time, Ye Qingchan couldn’t guess what Qi Luck was or what system was.

Therefore, in her eyes, the son is mysterious, mighty, impermanent, and loves her.

It wasn’t until the two disappeared where they were, that Ling Xiao raised his foot and chased in the direction where the boy had left.

Just now, he seemed to see that two thousand fortunes flashed past his eyes…?

It’s a troubled world! !

Tianjiao has come out in large numbers, have the children of the destiny strolled all over the street?

and! !

The most important thing is that the Son of Destiny has only the cultivation base of Xuanqing’s early stage! !

Moreover, judging from his age, he is obviously over twenty years old.

How can this be?

In this holy state land, as long as the evildoer is a little lucky, now which one is not opening up the soul palace and achieving deception?

Although this young man’s luck was not as exaggerated as Ling Tian and others, it was almost the same as Su Yan and others.

But how could his realm be so low?

Is the rise of waste wood again?

It’s not like it!

In this small border town, there is not even a decent cultivation family, where is the broken ancient clan?

Whose template did he leave?

But…what about him?

All the leeks have been delivered to the door, so there is no gift of uncircumcision?

Do you think I really want to eat leeks?

If it wasn’t for its magical effect…

Thinking of Nian Qingjun, Ye Qingchan, Su Yan, Lin Meng…

Hiss!

Should eat or eat! Eat hard! ! !

Ling Xiao’s figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of a medicine shop in the city.

And the young man in commoner clothes was holding two large packages of medicinal materials in his hand, and he walked out of them in a panic, almost crashing into Ling Xiao’s arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Son… I’m sorry…”

His eyes were very clear, and there was a simple apology on his face.

“It’s okay.”

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, but the young man bowed and saluted, and flew towards the outside of the city.

“Lady boss, what is your last name?”

Ling Xiao walked into the drugstore and asked casually.

“My last name is Xun.”

“Oh? The smoke of lavender?”

“Zhao Qianxun Li’s Xun!”

Ling Xiao raised her brows, and looked at a little lady in her forties in front of her with a playful look.

My surname is don’t, don’t be the best!

“That boy just now, what’s his name?”

“He! His name is Han Zhan, and he is the disciple of Ask Xianzong outside the city.”

The lady boss smiled charmingly, and was playing with her abacus with her head down.

“What medicine did he take?”

Ling Xiao frowned, shivering?

I and he… still trembling.

Earthy and ugly, it deserves to be the standard for the Son of Destiny.

“This… Young Master… Our pharmacy is principled, not at will…”

“clang.”

“Ha ha ha, of course, a person who cares for the world like the son is a righteous warrior at first glance. Does the son see that Han Zhan is pitiful? Yes, he is really pitiful…”

The proprietress put away a spirit stone that had fallen on the case, and her eyes flashed suddenly.

“Talk about the point.”

Ling Xiao said indifferently, the lady of Fengyun instantly felt cold all over her forehead, and she almost slumped to the ground with big beads of sweat flowing down her forehead.

“The master at the Han station is said to be a great monk, but he suffered a very serious injury before fighting against people and could only continue his life with medicine. There was originally a senior sister at the Han station who used to go down the mountain to grab the medicine. Yes, but his senior sister suddenly disappeared a while ago, so he went down the mountain to buy medicine for the past six months.”

“Oh? This routine is a bit familiar.”

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, no wonder… the cultivation base of this Han station was so weak.

It turned out not to be the rise of waste wood!

“His master has a weird temper, he beats and scolds Han Zhan at every turn. It’s better today. Every time I saw him before, there were bruises on his face… Hey… I guess his senior sister can’t stand the torture and run away.”

The lady proprietor of the drugstore shook her head slightly, and when she looked up again, there was no such thing as the white-clothed young man.

“Ah!! Ghost!! No…it should be a fairy…”

Here, Ling Xiao left the medicine shop, walked out of the ancient city, and walked along the mountain path towards a barren mountain in the distance.

From a distance, he saw the dilapidated ancient temple on the top of the mountain.

Presumably here, it should be the question Xianzong from the boss of the medicine shop.

“Master is from the late Xuanqing period, and the apprentice is from the early Xuanqing period? It seems…this leek is almost mature, if you don’t cut it, I’m afraid you won’t be able to cut it.”

Ling Xiao smiled gloomily. According to his understanding, the senior sister at Han Zhan was mostly… he was given medicine or a puppet by his master.

Now the two masters and apprentices are on the verge of turning their faces.

And what he has to do is naturally…help them pierce this thin layer of paper, hit his Dao Xin, plunder his luck, and then…

Hehehe.

With Ling Xiao’s current cultivation base, let alone two Xuanqing people, they are ordinary divine emperors, and he may not be able to detect his aura.

Therefore, asking Xianzong or something is not like the back garden of his own home.

As Ling Xiao’s divine consciousness dispersed, he could easily feel the wing room where Master Han Zhan was.

And whether it’s a puppet or refining medicine, I’m afraid it’s the senior sister of Han Zhan, it must be in his master’s hands.

Of course, since this Han Zhan is the son of destiny, I am afraid that he is the medicine that can really help him get rid of the pain in the eyes of his disabled master.

so…

Ling Xiao stood outside the door, looking through the window at one of the dying old men lying on the bed, and a human head soaked in a mud altar next to the bed.

no surprise! !

The flow of mortals is a bit interesting.