One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Xuan Yi moved towards the center.

There is a place here that is directly empty, and there is also a deep pit that was blasted on the ground, and in the middle of the deep pit, there is a small human-shaped hole.

When he saw the hole, he immediately ran down from the deep pit, and squatted beside him to observe the human-shaped pothole.

The pothole is not very long, it should be at a high altitude, and it was directly photographed underground.

And this height is indeed very similar to Gui Ning's.

It's just not sure yet.

There was no breath of the other party in it.

Xuan Yi's hands were imprinted in front of his eyes, only some light green things could be seen.

There is nothing of the human breath.

This made Xuan Yi startled, he waved his hand away from his eyes, and his eyes returned to normal.

Someone cleaned up this place.

In other words, his worries are unnecessary.

There are no traces of belonging to this place at all.

Or Gui Ni had never been to this place at all.

only.....

Xuan Yi squatted down, stretched out his hands to pick up some soil, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it.

It's just a smell of burnt earth, but there's an eerie freshness to it.

And there is no fluctuation of spiritual power on it.

Only Danxiu can cover up and destroy these traces of spiritual power so perfectly.

So this place was cleaned by Danxiu.

It's just that the composition of this elixir is too messy, and I don't know where the elixir is from.

Obviously this Danxiu is also afraid of revealing his identity.

Xuan Yi made seals with both hands, rubbing some things in this place.

After he got up, a sword repair disciple came over, holding a recording compass in his hand.

"Go and have a look elsewhere, I've already checked this place." Xuan Yi said.

When the other party heard Xuan Yi's words, he had no doubts at all, turned around and went to record elsewhere.

Xuan Yi looked at the pothole, then turned and went up the slope.

At this time, Xuan Yi had a smile on his face.

Fortunately, you are not alone, there is someone by your side to accompany you, as a senior brother, I am relieved.

-

Er Zhu Yuxun and Chen Wuluo never expected that Meng Guiwen would slip away so fast without even looking at who those people who came were.

They were on the Broken Cloud Fan at this time, because it was not far from Xiexiu Island, if they activated the cloud boat, they would definitely be discovered.

And the cloud boats of Xianmen are all recorded.

If Meng Guiyi used the cloud boat, then the entire Taiqing Sect would know where she was.

So she directly gave up the idea of ​​using the cloud boat.

Anyway, the Cloud Broken Fan is completely enough.

"What are you going to do with their lives?" Er Zhu Yuxun looked at the South City Lord and the North City Lord.

The two of them were disgraced right now, and no one dealt with them.

Of course, Liu Junhao was the worst.

At this time, he was relying on Er Zhu Yu Xunsai's elixir and heaved a sigh of relief.

"It works." Meng Guiwen replied.

The Broken Cloud Fan swept across the water in an instant, and stopped on an uninhabited island thousands of miles away.

When Meng Guiyi put away the Broken Cloud Fan, a huge sea beast just jumped out of the water behind him.

Qin Lou looked back again and again.

That sea beast is definitely bigger than the island they rest on.

Sea monsters drop splashes to form ocean waves.

The high waves hit the small island, almost completely engulfing the small island, but Meng Guiyi didn't turn his head back, and fanned the broken cloud in his hand, and the high water wall instantly evaporated into gas and disappeared.

Then Meng Guiyi waved his hand, and the Broken Cloud Fan spun a few times in the air before disappearing.

Meng Guiwen didn't see Qin Lou, after all, she was just getting used to the Broken Cloud Fan.

Although the Broken Cloud Fan was only a semi-divine weapon, it was originally a divine weapon, but the fan bone sword in its body was not of the same rank as a divine weapon.

After all, it is impossible to get eighteen artifacts.

Especially Feng Qi's sword, Yuheng, is at best a spiritual weapon.

The grade is the lowest among all swords.

This is the first sword Feng Qi forged, and it was also Feng Qi's previous natal sword, of course Meng Guiyi would not dislike it.

After all, Feng Qi's strength is much stronger than spirit weapons of the same level.

But just now she discovered that Yuheng's level can grow, and it is linked to her own cultivation.

In other words, this is a sword that becomes stronger the stronger one is, and a weaker sword that becomes weaker the weaker one is.

"Ancestor, Yuheng was the first sword you refined?" Meng Guiwen asked him.

After all, Feng Qi rarely told her about Yuheng's sword.

Probably because the sword has the same name as Yuheng himself, and because of the relationship between Yuheng and his ancestors, Meng Guiyi would subconsciously avoid this question.

But if Meng Guiyi didn't ask, Feng Qi wouldn't take the initiative to bring it up.

"Well, it was refined during the time." Feng Qi responded.

"When you were refining, did you let the sword's ability increase with the master's ability?" Meng Guiyi walked towards the two city lords who were still fainting, but he was asking Feng Qi in his heart.

"The setting is this setting, but I failed, probably because this sword is not suitable for me." Feng Qi said.

When Meng Guiyi heard Feng Qi's words, his footsteps stopped.

This sword did not fail.....

Probably the ancestors knew it too.

It's just a sword that he made with his own hands, and he named it himself, but in the end, this sword can't be used by him.

But even if the sword is just an ordinary spiritual weapon in his hands, unable to display its true ability, he still regards Yuheng as his natal sword.

Meng Guiwen took out the Broken Cloud Fan again, and looked at the seventeen swords except Yuheng Fengxue.

Are these all compromises made by our ancestors later?

After all, Yuheng's fighting strength can no longer keep up with Feng Qi's cultivation, if Yuheng is used forcibly, it will cause Yuheng a burden.

But even so, the ancestors still put Yuheng first.

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Feng Qi raised his head and took a look, then lowered his eyes and said: "It's your sword now, you don't have to worry about mine."

After all, he no longer uses a sword now.

Meng Guiwen didn't say anything when he heard the words, but put away his fan again.

She walked up to the South City Lord and the North City Lord and woke them up.

When the two opened their eyes, they saw a beautiful little girl standing in front of them.

This made the two startled, and they reacted instantly.

The little girl in front of them is that little friend.

It turned out that this little friend was still a girl.

Just where are they now...

Seeing that the place was unfamiliar, the two city lords instantly understood that they had been taken captive.

"I don't know if my little friend can untie the restraint on us. I'm so limp, it's strange." Beicheng Lord looked at Meng Guiwen. At this time, her hair was messed up, and the hairpins on her head were all messed up. Know where it went.

Hearing the words, Meng Guiwen was not afraid that they would run away, so he immediately lifted the restraint on them.

Anyway, I can't run myself.

So she wasn't worried at all.

Chen Wuluo glanced at Meng Guiwen's side, but didn't care.

Just about to sit down, Er Zhu Yuxun pulled her up and walked behind Meng Guiyi.

This made Chen Wuluo a little puzzled as to what his elder brother was going to do.

He glanced at Er Zhu Yuxun, and found Er Zhu Yuxun standing behind Meng Guiyi with an unfriendly expression on his face.

Obviously, he wanted to create momentum for Meng Guiwen.

This made Chen Wuluo couldn't help reaching out to put his hand on his forehead.

He felt that Junior Sister Meng probably didn't have such a need.

Not only Chen Wuluo saw it, but also the South City Lord and the North City Lord.

Seeing the eyes of the two city lords on his back, Meng Guiwen turned around suspiciously.

Then she saw the noble young master with his hands on his hips, grinning fiercely, and she didn't know who to scare.