A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 352 Return to Xuanling

Bei Wan packed up the banknotes on the low table and stood up.

"Brother, let's go!"

The Cang Yan Sect is about to get lively today.

Just as Bei Wan and Mo Yan were heading to the main peak, a figure appeared deep in a dense forest not far away from Cang Yan Sect.

The early morning light passed through the layers of branches and leaves and scattered on the woman's gilded black dress, giving it a lively and elegant look.

The roar of the tiger rang out, shaking the mountains and forests.

The huge white tiger appeared in front of the woman, lowering his body slightly and being on guard to prevent her from moving forward.

Yi Anlan looked at the giant white tiger in front of him, but did not move forward.

Gray-black energy fluctuations spread out in an arc from her feet forward, and then she waited quietly.

Bai Hu was puzzled.

Soon, a figure emerged from the depths of the dense forest.

Yi Jiuxuan was surprised: "It's you!"

He still recognizes Xuan Ling's most deviant Demon Lord.

It's just that the Demon Lord and Xuanling Palace don't like each other, so why did they come to Cangyan Continent.

When Yi Jiuxuan was confused, Yi Anlan directly asked the question she wanted to ask.

"You were there when my father died."

Yi Jiuxuan:?

No, the demons still have a father?

Why didn't he know?

He didn't even know the Demon Lord's father, how could he know whether he was there when the Demon Lord's father died?

Yi Anlan raised her eyebrows: "My father, you don't know?"

Yi Jiuxuan:? Should he know?

Faced with his confusion, Yi Anlan just sneered.

The old man really kept secrets.

Yi Jiuxuan:?

No, what's so funny about this!

"My father, the third master of Yi."

Yi Jiuxuan was surprised: "He is also called Lord Yi!"

He actually has the same name as his master, how rare it is!

Fortunately, he is the father of the Demon Lord, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to bear this name.

Yi Anlan:......

More than once, she wondered how her father had accepted these disciples. Some of them seemed to have really bad brains.

Yi Jiuxuan felt the silence in the surrounding atmosphere.

"Master Yi? My master?"

This question was so speechless that Yi Anlan didn't want to nod in answer.

Yi Jiuxuan pursed his lips and thought about it, it seemed the same.

He remembered that before, he had said something wrong with the Demon Lord in front of his master, and then it seemed that the difficulty of training had skyrocketed.

and so……

Is the arrogant and arrogant Demon Lord in Xuanling Continent really the daughter of his master?

No, how come no one has ever told this news?

The gray-black energy fluctuations clung to Yi Jiuxuan's body like leeches that couldn't be torn off.

Yi Anlan was really too lazy to talk nonsense.

She had already finished reading this nonsense by herself.

"Be cooperative. I only want the memory of the old man before he died."

Yi Anlan's strength, even if it was greatly reduced due to the forced suppression of the plane, was still higher than Yi Jiuxuan's strength.

The reason why he still said these instructions was because he was afraid that Yi Jiuxuan would resist vigorously.

If she doesn't have the patience, Yi Jiuxuan's mental power will be completely destroyed.

Yi Anlan skillfully controlled his mental power and extracted the fragments about Yi Lao from Yi Jiuxuan's memory.

Memory retrieval, to the retriever, seems like a long time.

But to others, it is only a short moment.

"He is quite heroic."

Yi Anlan murmured softly, curling his lips and sneering, but a touch of loneliness and pain flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

Silver-gray eyes looked at Yi Jiuxuan.

"You want to get Xuanling back."

Yi Jiuxuan was stunned: "Return to Xuanling?"

"Since you are the legacy of the old man, I can take you back!"

Yi Jiuxuan asked: "How to return?"

You know, it is much more difficult for those who reverse the plane to go back again.

Yi Anlan thought of a figure in his mind.

"I have my own way."

……

The main peak of Cangyan Sect.

The sea of ​​clouds is at your feet, and the early sun rises in the east, spreading over the tops of the mountains. At a glance, your mind is broad.

This is what the monks want. The sword rides on the wind and travels thirty thousand miles.

Under the magnificent scenery.

Mo Yan sneezed suddenly and violently.

I don’t know who is talking about the great Lord Mo Yan again!

In an instant, Bei Wan, Qi Youqing, Liao Jin, and Yan Ci all looked at him.

The young man tightened his cloak helplessly and moved a little further away from Qi Youqing.

It must be Qi You Qing Dong!

By the way, he put one hand into the back of the little guy's neck.

"Warm me brother!"

Bei Wan:......

Fourth senior brother is a little rude, but forget it.

Grandma said, don’t argue with naive children.

Not only did Bei Wan not pull out Mo Yan's hand, he also specially drew two small movable formations.

One is Qi Youqing and the other is Mo Yan.

They all have the effect of repelling cold and nourishing.

I saw several senior brothers were about to go down the mountain with their swords.

Mo Yan stepped on Bei Wan's burning bamboo sword skillfully.

He is already familiar with Junior Sister's sword.

"Sister, let's go!"

Bei Wan reached out and grabbed the hem of the young man's clothes behind him to ensure that the fourth senior brother would not jump down to his death.

Walk with a sword.

Mo Yan couldn't stop talking.

The young man bent down, lowered his head and whispered in Bei Wan's ear: "Shall we go down and have a look?"

"Excellent seedlings need to be discovered among the crowd, rather than brought to their doorsteps."

Mo Yan's eyes were sincere, as if he was really thinking about the sect.

Rather than just to join in the fun, let yourself go.

Bei Wan hasn't responded yet.

Qi Youqing frowned slightly and rejected it: "No."

He could no longer clearly see Mo Yan's fate, but he could still vaguely sense it.

For example, just now, Mo Yan opened his mouth.

He then felt that Mo Yan's life chart was spinning and wavering.

If you make one wrong step, you will make a wrong step.