Travel to Xiu Xian Wen and beat up the group's beloved heroine

Wei Xiaoxi frowned again: "No, no one replied."

On the ninth day of April, the first quarter moon silently climbed high into the sky and hung alone overhead.

"Why hasn't anything happened yet? I can't stand it anymore." Wei Xiaoxi stood by the window neatly dressed, yawning while looking out.

"With such a beautiful moonlight, if it were Yuyang City or Qingyun City, the main street would be as bright as day."

With Wei Xiaoxi's current state, normally he wouldn't be able to survive even one night.

But from Qingyun City to here, it took nearly fifty days of traveling and traveling, which was really tiring.

"Beigang City in the past would not be as deserted as it is today." Qianshu put the tea cup on the table, stood up and walked towards Wei Xiaoxi,

"It's late at night, and maybe something won't happen. How about you go to bed early?"

"You?" Wei Xiaoxi looked at him sideways.

Qianshu nodded slightly: "I took a short rest during the day and I'm not tired."

He said and pulled the girl to the bed.

Wei Xiaoxi remained motionless and pulled him back to the window: "Has the person you contacted not replied to you yet?"

"No." Qianshu shook his head.

He sent a message to Manager He, but there was no reply.

In fact, there is a branch of the Miaoshou Chamber of Commerce in the city, but the people who work in the store are all outsiders. It would be very troublesome to contact the person in charge of the branch. It would be faster for him to contact Manager He.

Wei Xiaoxi sighed: "How come everyone has lost contact? Now I wonder if it is not just Beigang City that is troubled, but the entire Three Realms Island."

She said this casually, Qian Shu frowned and took out a few more communication charms.

He originally didn't want Qian Shuo to know that he had returned to Three Realms Island so quickly.

She planned to accompany Xiaoxi to finish her affairs and then contact her ancestors.

Save him and force him to do something again.

Before returning to the First Continent, I'll tell my ancestors again.

After hearing what Wei Xiaoxi said with emotion, Qianshu actually felt it made sense.

Who knows if our ancestors and the others successfully defeated Qishan that day?

It's not impossible to let him run away and cause some trouble, causing peace in all the cities.

After all, Qishan is in the Fusion Realm.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was that he wanted to inquire about the situation.

immediately.

Before he activated the communication talisman, the girl next to him suddenly leaned out of the window and kept looking to the right: "Huh?"

Half of my body was hanging out of the window.

Qian Shu's eyelids jumped at the sight, he stepped forward and hugged her shoulders tightly, and looked along her line of sight: "What's wrong?"

"Did you hear anything?"

Qianshu spread his consciousness.

At this sight, his expression changed drastically.

In an alley nine miles away, there were twenty or thirty monks fighting, ranging from the foundation-building realm to the god-transformation realm.

An entire street and a half of residential buildings near them collapsed.

Under the rubble, there was blood oozing out.

That is mortal blood.

These two teams of monks were simply crazy.

The fighting technique does not involve the ordinary people, and they don't hesitate to be tainted with cause and effect and fight in ordinary residential areas.

crazy!

Qianshu looked ugly.

Of course, the main reason that made his face look extremely ugly was that he saw a person - Xiao Mo.

The area nine miles away is still too far and is in Wei Xiaoxi's fuzzy sensing area.

"Are there twenty or thirty powerful life forms fighting over there?" Wei Xiaoxi listened carefully and frowned, "Qianshu, why did I seem to hear Jinchuan's voice just now?"

"Yes!" Qianshu hugged Wei Xiaoxi tightly, tapped her toes, and threw herself as light as a swallow out the window, "Xiaoxi, open the streamer to hide the formation."

In an alley nine miles away.

Daojun Yunze's lips were bleeding, and he looked embarrassed.

Behind her, there were seven or eight Xiao family members standing or lying, all of whom were at the Nascent Soul realm and below.

Xiao Mo was among them.

He was the most seriously injured and lay on the ground looking pale.

There was a big hole in his abdomen, and thick blood gurgled out, dyeing the gray and black coarse cloth on his body red.

The breath is weak.

The other five or six Xiao family monks all had injuries, ranging from minor to serious.

Not only are their numbers twice as small as those in Jinchuan, their overall cultivation is also not as good as theirs.

Beside Jinchuan, there are three people in the Soul Transformation Realm, ten Nascent Soul Realms, and the remaining eight people are all in the Golden Core Realm.

All of them had superficial wounds.

After taking the elixir, my health is still improving.

Under this situation, the real combat power of Jin and Xiao is probably three times different.

Xiao Mo's face was ashen, his lips were trembling, and he shouted at the back of Daojun Yunze in the loudest voice:

"Master, let's go. The person they want is me."

"Young Master, we will not give up on you."

"Mo'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Daojun Yunze wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and was about to reprimand, but was interrupted by Jinchuan at the alley.

"Let's go, no one is allowed to leave." He laughed a few times as if he heard some joke, then suddenly suppressed his smile and told the people around him,

"Go and capture them alive. The two Nascent Soul realms can be your trophies."

Hearing this, the eyes of the dozen or so monks flashed red, and their faces showed greedy and yearning looks.

Whoosh whoosh—

The three gods transformed into streams of light and rushed towards Daojun Yunze.

Daojun Yunze gritted his teeth and spun his body. The blue figure instantly turned into a wall of fog, like a water curtain blocking the alley.

The water droplets were like sharp swords, shooting towards everyone in Jinchuan.

Naturally, Jinchuan and others did not dare to receive the attack from the God Transformation Realm, and retreated sharply.

The three Dao Lords stepped forward with solemn expressions, once again covered the defensive array, and swung their swords towards the water curtain.

The sword light was cold, and it slashed through the water curtain densely, but it dissipated in the water curtain, completely unable to cut down the Xiao family deep in the alley.

The two sides stalemate.

"Go, capture Xiao Mo, keep him alive, and the remaining few, whether alive or dead." Jinchuan retreated to watch the battle from a distance, giving orders to the people around him.

He chased Xiao Mo for two whole months and finally cornered him.

As long as he captures Xiao Mo's soul, the junior sister will be very happy.

brush brush --

The water curtain tried to expand the area and stop the enemies rushing towards the depths of the alley.

Those people bypassed her and the three god-transformation monks, and Taojun Yunze was beyond his reach.

Soon, Daojun Yunze could no longer take care of Xiao Mo and the others behind him.

brush brush --

The sword light is like snow.

The water curtain was gradually pushed back deeper into the alley by the three Taoist Lords.

The water droplets in the water curtain turned red one after another.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

The entire transparent water curtain turned pink, looking extremely strange under the silver moonlight.

suddenly……

"Push--" The water curtain disappeared, and the figure of Daojun Yunze appeared, and he fell to the ground helplessly.

The aqua blue clothes were all dyed red with blood.

There were drops of blood on the hair.

When Jinchuan saw this, the golden fan in his hand shook.

He laughed: "Uncle Yunze, you are really powerful. Many of my Taoists have died in your hands. Finally tonight... To be honest, if possible, I would like to take you for my own use, but... "