Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Liang Qing didn't react for a while and asked Ding Ding: "But isn't the king of the Song Dynasty still in the world?"

"...These two children," Wu Qinglan was a little confused, "we were stolen back by our senior sister."

"..."

Not only Liang Qing, but Meng Qingrong was also shocked.

No one expected that the second senior sister, who had always been gentle and kind, would actually do something like this to steal her youngest son!

Wu Qinglan, who realized that what he said was not quite right, quickly added a few more words: "The things happening to these two children are a bit complicated. I haven't figured it out yet, and I can't explain it at the moment."

Wu Qinglan hurriedly grabbed the young boy who had been standing silently behind him.

"This is He Yun, the new direct disciple that Fifth Junior Brother accepted a few days ago."

Seeing the little boy's body covered with scars, Liang Qing immediately felt a little distressed in his heart, and quickly reached out to take him over: "Why did it look like this? Where is the fifth senior brother?"

"Liang Qing."

Before the young boy could speak, Immortal Master Wuliang, who had been silent, suddenly interrupted him.

Facing the eyes of Immortal Master Wuliang, the young boy was still young after all, and his whole body was trembling slightly, feeling flustered and afraid of being seen clearly.

Liang Qing didn't understand why and asked: "What's wrong, Master?"

Immortal Master Wuliang replied quietly: "Send this young man to the North Pavilion, and all other matters will be focused on solving the evil spirit of the puppet."

When Master speaks, these disciples dare not disobey.

They all bowed their hands and said, "Yes, Immortal Lord."

The little boy seemed a little unwilling, his cracked lips were about to bleed, and the sweet and fishy taste lingered between his lips and teeth.

The reluctance in my heart was like a flood that refused to subside easily.

The wind whistled outside the window, and the rain gradually poured down, with a breathtaking momentum.

When Feng Qingyao hurriedly ran in, most of her white skirt was soaked by the rain.

As soon as he entered the door, he rushed to the inner room in a hurry.

Before Meng Qingrong could frown and reprimand, Feng Qingyao shouted urgently.

"It's not good, Master! Something went wrong with Senior Brother's Tribulation! The leader and others have all rushed to Qingjing Cliff!"

Wuliang Immortal Master's snow-white brows furrowed, but they soon relaxed.

The next moment, the figure of Wuliang Immortal Master completely disappeared from this room.

At this moment, no one cared about Feng Qingyao's rudeness just now, and the anxiety and panic in his heart quickly increased.

At that time, outside Qingjing Cliff.

Several immortal masters, whose whereabouts were always elusive on weekdays and who rarely appeared in front of everyone, all arrived at the scene.

They all looked at the thick cloud on Qingjing Cliff with solemn expressions.

"Wuliang, you're here."

The leader was distracted, and when he saw it was him, most of his tense emotions relaxed instantly.

After Immortal Master Wuliang responded, he cast his gaze on the thick cloud.

"It's been half an hour, and the barrier set up by Xian Zhi on Qingjing Cliff has not shown any signs of damage, but Xian Zhi's figure is still nowhere to be seen."

"This thunderstorm only existed on Qingjing Cliff, and it didn't affect the others at all. A few brothers were afraid of the child Xianzhi, so they deliberately led the thundercloud here to distract them and persecute him. "

Wuliang Immortal Master only said: "If we force our way in this time, we are afraid that the envy will come back to bite us."

The leader looked solemn: "If the child is seriously injured and dies inexplicably, Wuliang, what will you do?"

The immortal masters nearby were silent, but they were also putting pressure on Wuliang Immortal Master invisibly.

Everyone knows what kind of figure Fu Xianzhi is today to the entire world of cultivation.

If he dies, the hope of killing the Demon Lord will be slim.

But it's a pity that Wuliang Immortal Master is still the same sect from beginning to end.

He calmly denied the words of several immortal masters without wavering.

"Xianzhi is my disciple. If he falls here today, it will be his fate."

"The journey of cultivation is to go against the will of heaven, change one's destiny, and win against heaven. The journey is dangerous and dangerous, and everyone should have their own opportunities. Why should you, brothers, force yourself on Xianzhi?"

Immortal Master Wuliang sighed and shook his head slightly, as if he was puzzled and confused by the heavy responsibility imposed on Fu Xianzhi by several immortal masters.

"In that case, Wuliang, you don't have to participate in breaking the formation."

It seems that he wants to judge Wuliang Immortal Master as a "timid and fearful person".

Immortal Master Wuliang sighed: "Master, why do you insist on doing this?"

The next moment, several immortal masters looked at each other and moved their hands towards Wuliang Immortal Master, trapping him in the formation.

"Wuliang, this is the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and should not be used on you. Don't worry, we will let you go when we rescue Xianzhi!"

Within the formation, Wuliang Immortal Master could not help but sigh.

His eyes were filled with compassion and peace after seeing everything.

Even with the combined efforts of several immortal masters, facing this Nine-Tune Immortal Killing Formation was extremely tiring.

Many disciples at the foot of the mountain who didn't know what was going on looked at each other from afar, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"So it turns out that Senior Brother has such a level of cultivation..."

Those unfinished words were full of fear for Fu Xianzhi himself.

In the chaos, Meng Qingrong rang the bell, which shook the mountain and shocked everyone.

His voice resounded through the entire mountain gate, with the same rigidity and strictness as before: "What are you doing at this hour?! Why don't you hurry up and practice?"

It was like being hit hard all over the body and being suddenly enlightened.

The disciples who usually neglected to practice were all stimulated by the thunder calamity today.

Needless to say, Meng Qingrong all ran faster than a rabbit.

Wu Qinglan stood beside him, and it was rare to see some relief on the face of his rigid third senior brother.

"Third senior brother, senior sister asked me to ask you to investigate something."

He deliberately avoided all sight, even at this moment, the secret sound came in.

Meng Qingrong glanced at him in surprise and said nothing, only nodded to him solemnly.

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Avoiding the mixed crowd, Feng Qingyao hid on the east side of Qingjing Cliff, and while the seventh-level monster was busy dealing with the immortal masters, she quietly climbed to the top of Qingjing Cliff.

When all the immortal masters narrowly escaped death, they appeared in front of them with a fresh look.

The leader frowned, and pointed the sword in his hand directly at her: "Who are you? Where is the Xianzhi?"

With a "pop" sound, Feng Qingyao knelt down.

Their faces were full of fear.

"Brother, this disciple is Feng Qingyao, the seventh disciple of Wuliang Immortal Master. I don't know why, so he entered Qingjing Cliff. I was really worried about senior brother, so I went to check first."

As she spoke, two lines of tears flowed from Feng Qingyao's pale face.

"But for some reason, there is no trace of Senior Brother in this house! I feel frightened now and want to go down the mountain to report to the Ming Immortal, so that I can make a decision!"

She was crying in panic, but it didn't look like she was faking it.