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"This..." Boss Feng felt apprehensive, and truthfully told everything about meeting Ling Junwu.

So I couldn't hear anything, so Guanshi Ma thought for a moment, and ordered: "Come here, take him and me to see Lord Xianjun."

"The horse steward?"

"Boss Feng, please wait a moment." Steward Ma winked at a servant, "Take Boss Feng to the guest room."

"As ordered!"

Boss Feng looked at Ling Junwu's back, and felt more uneasy in his heart, Mr. Xianjun?I don't know which fairy is it, and what is the relationship with this person?

"Boss Feng, please."

It seems that he can't leave here for a while, and can only play by ear.

"Master Xianjun, the person you want to meet, the junior brought you."

"Oh? Let me see."

A very handsome man in purple clothes sitting on the couch looked at Ling Junwu. He was even more surprised to be face to face with this person at this moment. He just wanted to see this person because he sensed a familiar atmosphere, but It's really interesting that this person has exactly the same appearance as that one.

"What's your name?"

"The senior doesn't know the junior, so why do you want to meet the junior by name?"

"Don't be presumptuous in front of Lord Xianjun." Steward Ma gave Ling Junwu a warning look.

"Laoma is in charge, I have something to confirm with this person, you go down first!"

"Yes, if Lord Xianjun has orders, this junior is always at your disposal."

Only Ling Junwu and an unidentified Lord Xianjun were left in the room.

"Master Xianjun, what do you want to confirm with the junior?"

"It's just a small matter." Xianjun said with a wave of his hand, and the fairy rope on Ling Junwu's body fell down, but the forbidden spirit powder and virtual bone pill in his body had not yet been solved, and the last bit of spiritual power he had gathered just now had been taken away. Exhausted, at this time the body is even more weak.

This person's cultivation level is unfathomable, the title "Xianjun" is not something that can be called casually, and I have just arrived in the fairy world, so I am sure I have never seen this person. In this way, does it have something to do with my brother?Ling Junwu secretly analyzed in his heart.

"The junior's surname is Shui, and there is only one single name."

"Shui Que?" Xianjun sent out a messenger talisman in front of Ling Junwu, and said, "You stay here first, and from now on, your ownership will be transferred from this auction house to this seat."

At this time, in the guest room.

Boss Feng cupped his hands and saluted: "Master Ma, I'll go back now."

"Please! Hope we have a good time working together next time."

When he was leaving, Boss Feng hesitated to speak, lowered his voice and asked, "Could it be convenient for Guanshi Ma to tell me, who is the Lord Xianjun who wants to see that person just now?"

"It's the master of Xueyu Pavilion, Xueyu Xianjun."

Boss Feng took a deep breath: "Xue Yu Pavilion! Let me take my leave first."

Back at the gathering place, Boss Feng ordered his subordinates to leave immediately.

"Boss, are we not staying here this time?"

"I have a bad feeling, let's get out of here immediately."

Seeing their boss's tense and serious expression, the subordinates knew that something must have happened. They packed up their things neatly one by one, and the group prepared to leave this depraved and intoxicated capital.

It's just that bad luck seems to be on the top of Feng Boss and his party. When the team was tens of miles away from the capital of desire, a big hole was suddenly torn in the sky without warning, and it was pitch black inside. .

Suddenly, a claw in the shape of an eagle's claw protruded from it, and grabbed Feng Boss's team with one claw. With just one blow, the team of dozens of people was killed without any power to fight back. Immediately afterwards, the huge His claws grabbed the corpses of these immortal cultivators and retracted them into the gap.

At this moment, Immortal Xue Yu, who was far away at the Auction House in the City of Desire, felt it. He raised his head and looked at the place where Boss Feng was destroyed. His figure disappeared into the room and arrived at his destination almost instantly. The cracks with only traces left gradually disappeared, as well as the mess on the ground, and all the corpses were gone.

"It seems that their movements are getting bigger and bigger. This time the target should be the capital of desire." Immortal Xue Yu came to the ground from the air, and picked up a dagger and a pair of swords from the mess. Root hair band, said thoughtfully, "Could it be that thing called Shui Kui? It seems that he must have something to do with that person."

The water of Lingquan flows among the mountains. The mountain is rich in aura, birds, beasts and insects sing, harmonious, and it is such a blessed place.

Near the top of the mountain, a palace stands in the air, surrounded by white clouds, like a fairyland. If ordinary people see it, they will definitely think that this is a fairyland.

A beautiful woman appeared in the palace, came outside the medicine garden, and shouted respectfully: "Master Xianjun, a messenger talisman has been sent to the palace."

"Message transmission talisman?" A person walked out of the medicine garden, and it was Ling Huisheng who had ascended from the realm of comprehension.

Ling Huisheng took the talisman to check it, and saw it said: Ling Xianjun, I got an interesting thing in the capital of desire, you will definitely be interested.

"It's Qian Xueyu, that person won't send me a talisman for no reason." Ling Huisheng let go, and the talisman melted into snowflakes and disappeared, "I'll go and take good care of the medicine garden."

"Obey!" The woman saluted, and when she looked up, Ling Huisheng was nowhere to be seen.

The capital of desire, inside the auction house.

After a few days, Ling Junwu had already dispelled the medicinal effects of the forbidden spirit powder and the virtual bone pill in his body, but although his spiritual power recovered, his cultivation was still only at the foundation stage, and he could not leave this auction house at all, let alone now. There is one more lord Xianjun who seems to be interested in him.

Qian Xueyu played with the dagger in her hand, to herself, although the sword was ordinary, the aura on it was exactly the same as that of a person, which really made people care.

"What kind of water, it's basically a word Ling, but I don't know how it is related to Ling Huisheng, similar aura, same appearance..." Qian Xueyu swiped a few times in the void with her sword in her hand, "It's not a clone, either. Interesting. However, the answer will be revealed soon, and Ling Huisheng will be here soon."

Ling Junwu, who had been staying in the room all this time, looked at the servant who came to pass the order suddenly, and was puzzled in his heart. He hadn't seen the face of that lord Xianjun for a few days, why should he let himself go now?

"Understood, I'll go right now."

Ling Junwu stopped outside the door, hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know what orders Master Xianjun has?"

"Come in."

Ling Junwu pushed the door open and entered, looking at the dagger in Qian Xueyu's hand, he was surprised: Why did this sword fall into his hands?

"This is your thing?"

"It really belongs to the juniors."

Qian Xueyu raised her hand and threw it over. There was still a hair band tied to the hilt of the sword, which was the one that was snatched away by Boss Feng's men before.

Ling Junwu saluted: "Thank you, Lord Xianjun, where did Lord Xianjun get these two things?"

"I picked it up." Qian Xueyu showed a somewhat ambiguous smile, "I picked it up from the dead."

Those people are dead?Ling Junwu raised his eyes to look at Qian Xueyu, and thought to himself: Although the things are in the hands of this person, those people probably didn't die at the hands of this person. The question is why did the Lord Xianjun run over to take these two things after those people died? ?

"You don't have to be surprised, come to greet someone first." Qian Xueyu waved at Ling Junwu, "Come here."

Who are you meeting?Ling Junwu didn't understand, and approached Qian Xueyu.

"Come closer."

"Master Xianjun wants to entertain distinguished guests. Is it inconvenient for the younger generation to be here?"

"Junwu!"

Hearing this voice suddenly, Ling Junwu froze. He turned his head slowly and looked at Ling Huisheng who appeared here. In the illusion.

"Ling Xianjun, you are here."

Ling Huisheng looked at Qian Xueyu: "Is it because of Jun Wu that Immortal Xue Yu sent the letter to me?"

"That's right." Qian Xueyu nodded, "However, there is another important thing besides this. The target they are about to attack this time is probably this □□."

"Here? If it's here, I'm afraid this matter will be exposed to the entire fairy world." Ling Huisheng looked at his younger brother who seemed to have not recovered, "Jun Wu, it's me."

Ling Junwu opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, turned around and approached his brother.

"Hey!" Qian Xueyu stood in front of Ling Junwu, looked at Ling Huisheng and asked, "Who is this person from Ling Xianjun?"

"Brother..." Ling Junwu shouted, perhaps even he himself didn't know how much affection was contained in it.

Qian Xueyu looked at the two of them again and again: "Are you brothers?" Although the two people have the same appearance, the difference in cultivation is not even a little!Really brother?

"I am indeed his elder brother, but not by blood."

Qian Xueyu looked at Ling Junwu carefully, no blood relationship?If so, how should this appearance be explained?Besides twins, is there such a coincidence in this world?Just as he was thinking, he reached out and grabbed Ling Junwu and threw him towards Ling Huisheng.

Seeing the enlarged face in his eyes, Ling Junwu's eyes widened.

Ling Huisheng suddenly smiled, stretched out his hands to catch the man and hugged him full, looked at the blank face in front of him, and said with a smile: "Why, don't you know brother?"

"Brother, it's really you, I... I really saw you?"

"it's me."

Ling Junwu wrapped his arms around Ling Huisheng's waist, and put his face on his brother's chest. His excitement could not be expressed in words: "Brother, I finally saw you again. I thought I would never find you again in this life."

"I said, we will definitely meet again."

Ling Junwu raised his head and kissed Ling Huisheng on the lips: "I believe in brother."

Looking at this scene, Qian Xueyu said with great interest: "Ling Xianjun, your behavior is not like that of a brother."

"Xueyu Xianjun, we will discuss that matter later." After speaking, Ling Huisheng turned and left with Ling Junwu in his arms.

"Ling Xianjun, the catastrophe in the fairy world will come at any time, so we need to plan early."

Ling Huisheng stopped in his tracks: "Thank you Xianjun Xue Yu for reminding me."

Qian Xueyu looked at the empty room without any expression on her face. No one can escape this catastrophe in the fairy world.

Ling Junwu buried his head in Ling Huisheng's arms, and the two left the auction house and came to a manor.

"Brother, what is the catastrophe in the fairy world?"

"Jun Wuke still remembers the imaginary world?"

"Naturally, I remember that it appears from time to time in the realm of self-cultivation. It can be used to exercise and eliminate inner demons. It is also the place where we know Yan Yingzhi."

Ling Huisheng nodded: "That's right, does Jun Wu know how this imaginary world came from?"

"What do you mean, brother?"

Ling Huisheng raised his head and pointed to the sky and said: "After the catastrophe in the fairy world, it was eaten by mysterious forces, the space collapsed and shrunk, and finally evolved into the imaginary world. At that time, no one in the fairy world can escape unless they leave This world, otherwise it is impossible to escape death."

"It turned out to be so."

Ling Huisheng took Ling Junwu's hand: "Before experiencing the collapse of space, there will be beasts from other worlds entering the fairy world through space cracks. In the eyes of those beasts, we are their food."

"Is this the catastrophe in the fairy world?" Ling Junwu filled his palm with spiritual power, and a yellow spring flower quickly bloomed, "My brother and I are really in constant catastrophe!"