Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

She said she knew, but she didn't give the answer, and the girls around her asked curiously: "Who is that, it can't be Senior Yi Baiyi, right?"

Chang Yuan'er pursed her lips, met Li Ji's eyes, and smiled at each other with a tacit understanding.

Li Ji coughed, and Fangzheng's handsome face became serious: "I ran into an unknown casual cultivator with superb medical skills to the extreme. According to him, Senior Yi Baiyi once had a relationship with him in the same generation."

Several people around him said "wow" together: "Brother Li is so lucky!"

Everyone chatted openly, and suddenly someone let out a surprised "Huh".

"Hey, everyone, do you feel that when you came to Yinfengtai last time, the road along the road was much more grand than it is now?"

Reminded by these words, everyone looked up and looked around, all confused: "It's true, I remember that in the past, there were bamboo spirit grasses everywhere on this road, and there was plenty of spiritual energy, but now it seems to have declined a lot."

The fairy grass and spirit plants on the side of the road withered a lot, and the few that survived still looked listless and neglected.

Breathing hard, even the aura in the air seemed to be a lot thinner.

This is the Ten Thousand Mountains with a huge spiritual vein buried beneath it. The place where the Cangqiong Sect is located can be called a blessed place, why is it so withered now?

A group of boys and girls looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally someone whispered: "Do you think the Sky Sect has been in a bit of trouble recently?"

Someone echoed: "Yes, so many things have happened in the past few years. Although they have a big family and a big business, it is inevitable that they will be devastated."

Whether it was the death or injury of the Shuzong Grand Competition or the death of people in the mist formation, it was more or less the fault of the Cangqiong Sect's ineffective presidency.

Since it is the host, some compensation should be given afterwards to block the mouth.

A group of young disciples fell silent when they thought of those fellow disciples who died for no reason around them.

Chang Yuan'er slowed down and approached Li Ji quietly.

The long whip "Caichun" was wrapped around her slender waist, and she touched the whip, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, and asked, "Have you heard from him recently?"

Li Ji fell behind the crowd with her, and whispered: "No, I just wanted to ask you."

Chang Yuan'er had a sad expression on her pretty face: "The last time I made a big fuss at Tantai's house, I disappeared."

Li Ji smiled wryly: "Although the marriage between Yuwen's family and Tantai's family has been ruined, the words that testify against Yu Wenli and Tantai's suzerain cannot convince everyone."

After all, this is a big matter. Although many people secretly doubt it, but there is no solid evidence, and only relying on the lure scheme of the notorious young master of the Demon Sect, how can the Yuwen family admit it?

Not long after the incident, the Yuwen family sent letters to each family, not only denying the accusations Yu Wenli had received, but also imploring all the fellow immortal sects to share the same hatred and not to be instigated by the monsters of the demon sect.

Since the attitude has been expressed, believe it or not, it is up to each family to testify freely.

Chang Yuan'er curled her lips angrily: "In vain, I thought that Mr. Yuwen was handsome and handsome. Looking at him now, I always feel that he is very pretentious, and he must not be a good person."

She was talking to Li Ji in a low voice, but she accidentally said it a little louder. A girl from the Shuzong who was wearing a sword in front of her immediately turned her head, with an unhappy look on her face: "Miss Chang, you can't tell right from wrong when you say that, right?"

Chang Yuan'er raised her eyebrows, and said unconvinced: "Everyone has his own judgment, and I didn't tell you."

The girl sneered and said, "Young Master Yuwen has always been gentle and chivalrous, who wouldn't notice it? In the Grand Competition of Shuzong, he saved many people under Jingshi's hands."

Chang Yuan'er didn't give in at all: "I only remember that in the Grand Competition of Shuzong, Yuan Qinghang and Ning Duoxian joined hands to kill Jing Shi. When it comes to saving people, they are the two who contributed the most."

The girl said angrily: "Why, you don't believe the self-defense of the Xianzong family, but you want to believe the slander of a demon?"

Chang Yuan'er was originally the only daughter of the head of the Haiqing Sect. She was always doted on, and she would not let others. She immediately retorted: "Self-defense, isn't it just talking about yourself? If you can believe in self-defense, then the world can't believe it." There will be no bad guys!"

The two beautiful girls quarreled fiercely, and a group of young male disciples beside them hurriedly persuaded the fight: "Okay, okay, Miss Chang and Miss Li calm down."

"That's right, it won't be very nice to meet people from Yuwen's family."

While they were making noise, suddenly, a group of people came hurriedly on a side road.

Wearing exquisite sapphire blue Zongmen clothing, the saber at the waist and the emerald waist plate complement each other, shining brilliantly.

And the girl in the lead had a face like ice and snow, and her eyes seemed to be soaked in ice.

Raising her eyes to see everyone, she simply nodded her head, did not go up to greet them, but walked away quickly with the doormen behind her.

A group of boys and girls held their breath, and they were relieved to see them walk away.

A young Jianzong disciple stared at the sapphire blue color in the distance, and sighed: "Miss Tantai is still beautiful, but she is much less beautiful."

Next to him, several of his senior brothers had strange expressions on their faces, someone poked him: "I know you have always loved Miss Tantai, but aren't you afraid of her?"

"That's right, I usually only think that she is elegant and cold, who would want to be so cruel. That's her fiance, just stabbing her with a sword..."

That Jianzong disciple's face was flushed: "Miss Tantai is so cruel, if my relatives were killed instead, I would definitely kill my enemies with my own hands."

A companion whispered: "But what if Mr. Yuwen was wronged?"

Several teenagers nodded in unison: "Anyway, the in-laws are not successful, but now they have become a big enemy. It's really a trick of luck."

"If you want me to say, blame the young master of the Demon Sect, Yuan Qinghang. Without him to obstruct, the couple would have married He Meimei a long time ago."

"you do not say!"

……

On Yinfeng Terrace, just like the last Immortal Sect Grand Competition, many Immortal Sect disciples have already arrived.

The distinguished elders had already used the magic weapon and went directly to the Scarlet Cloud Hall. The people received here were all junior disciples and young talents.

When a group of boys and girls climbed to the reception area of ​​Yinfeng Terrace, many sects had already arrived.

In the front, a slender young man in white clothes was standing there, hurriedly greeting his peers.

There was still the same smile on his face as usual, the sun was bright and bright, but when he looked closely, there were one or two small acne marks on the corners of his lips, and a layer of light blue stubble was looming on his chin.

It seems that under the layer of sunshine and smile, there is some kind of unknown gloom and anxiety.

It was Shang Lang, the grandson of the Supreme Master of the Cangqiong Sect, the senior brother of the Cangqiong Sect.

Li Ji and the others knew him well in the Wanren Tomb, they hadn't seen him for a while, and they missed him very much, so they hurriedly went up to greet him, and were about to say hello, when a flying magic weapon passed by in the distance.

It looked like a giant bird with two pure black wings, shining in the sky, and quickly landed on the edge of Fengfeng Terrace.

It was actually a giant puppet bird.

After landing, the huge wings "clicked" and slowly landed on the ground.

After all, this is where the Celestial Mountain of the Cangqiong School is located. Except for the elder suzerain who is qualified to fly with a sword or fly with a magic weapon, how can the younger generation dare to be so presumptuous?

All of a sudden, everyone on the field looked at him in amazement.

"Hey, isn't that the famous flying puppet bird of the Yuwen family? Could it be Mr. Yuwen?" Someone whispered.

"How is it possible? Mr. Yuwen has always been humble and polite, how could he be so flamboyant."

"Yuwen's family sells this kind of magic weapon. If you have money, you can buy it. Otherwise, how can people maintain their expenses?"

The puppet bird opened its chest wide, and a group of people walked out from inside.

Sure enough, they were covered in turquoise robes, but they were from Shennonggu.

The two leading teenagers were dressed in the same rich emerald green clothes, one of them had a slightly childish face, but a vaguely gloomy expression.

Looking carefully, the scar on his face from before had indeed healed, and only when he looked closely could he see a tiny thin line, and his reserved and noble face had basically recovered its appearance.

It was Mu Jiarong, the former most beloved young son of the Mu family.

And the one who walked in the front was no longer him, but another handsome and haughty boy.

The people next to him looked at it with complicated expressions.

Now that he walks out on behalf of the younger generation of the Mu family, is he already the eldest son of the newly returned family?

Standing there, Shang Lang seemed to be taken aback for a moment before realizing it.

He stepped forward quickly, with a sincere smile on his face: "Brother Hong...Jiarong!"

Mu Jiarong's lips moved, as if he was about to answer, but Li Qinghong chuckled at this moment, and glanced at him lightly.

For some reason, Mu Jiarong's face changed a little, and he closed his mouth.

Only then did Li Qinghong look at Shang Lang, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but it didn't enter his eyes: "Mr. Shang, don't come here without any problems."

Shang Lang stared at him, hesitated for a moment, finally reached out his hand, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, long time no see. I'm so glad you two are here together."

Li Qinghong smiled slightly: "I heard about the grand event of the Cang Qiong Sect, so I naturally want to come to congratulate."

Li Ji next to him watched coldly, with an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

The gloomy and forbearing boy of the Demon Sect who always hid behind the little young master of the Demon Sect had disappeared. Now, the Mu Patriarch, in just a short period of time, has obviously learned to move forward and retreat with restraint and arrogance.

Shang Lang hurriedly called the outer disciple next to him: "Come, take the little fairies of the Mu family to the elegant house. Be sure to entertain them carefully."

He said apologetically to Li Qinghong and Mu Jiarong: "You guys have come from a long way, so take a good rest first, after I finish my work, I will go to drink and chat with you immediately."

But Li Qinghong shook his head: "Don't bother, I'll just live in the old house I lived in last time."

Shang Lang was startled: "Ah, those rooms are smaller, and people have already moved in."

Li Qinghong's expression remained unchanged: "Oh? Which one did you give it to? I'll change it with them."

Shang Lang's expression was even more strange, he pointed to a few people beside him, and said in a low voice: "...the guests from the Seven Poison Sect arrived first, so I gave them the elegant house."

Some disciples of the Immortal Sect nearby were also taken aback.

Seven Poison Gates? ... Isn't that the family that was impersonated by Yuan Qinghang, the young master of the Demon Sect, in the Immortal Gate Grand Competition?

Chang Yuan'er looked over there, and her expression was even more disgusted: "The person from the Seven Poison Sect didn't do all kinds of evil, and was killed by Ji Banxia of the Demon Sect, how could he still have the face?"

Someone next to him explained in a low voice: "Oh, just because a few scumbags did evil, it doesn't mean that everyone in the sect is bad. I heard that they came to the door afterwards and blamed the Sky Sect for not investigating, which led to their quota being replaced."

Li Qinghong glanced over there.

I saw a few boys and girls dressed in foreign costumes standing far away under a sycamore tree, not talking to anyone.

All of them have dark complexion, but they wear bright and complicated silver ornaments around their necks, which is exactly the appearance of the Southern Xinjiang generation.

And a young man in the middle was a muscular boy, wrapped in a long robe, and he didn't come up to greet them when he saw them looking at them, his expression seemed a little vigilant.

Seeing the people from Shennong Valley looking at them, instead of coming to greet them, they turned around and left.

Disgusted in his heart, Li Qinghong whispered a few words to a Shennonggu disciple behind him.

The disciple nodded and quickly chased after him.

Not long after walking, he caught up with the group of teenagers from different races on the small road, raised his hand, and threw a huge storage bag towards him: "My little celestial lords, please stop, we in Shennong Valley want to use your room. Are these salaries enough?"

A girl next to the leading boy glared, and was about to grab the white, but the boy looked greedy, took the storage bag, quickly looked inside, immediately looked joyful, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, then I will give it to you. "

He looked like he was open to seeing money.

The little disciple of Shennonggu looked at it, secretly contemptuous in his heart: he really came from a barbaric land, this petty person, as if he had never seen anything good.

He raised a key: "This is a new residence arranged for you, please move here, little fairy."

……

The young men and women of the Seven Poison Sect changed their keys and found the rearranged residence along the mountain road.

As soon as he entered the small courtyard, a young girl immediately closed the courtyard door, let out a long breath, and said, "I was shocked, when Young Master Li looked over, I almost thought he recognized us!"

Beside her was a young man with a bee waist and a monkey arm, but the clothes tube of one arm was empty, and said: "Guardian Zuo's disguise technique is superb, we have all dressed up like this, if we can recognize it again, it will be hell gone."

Both of them had hoarse voices, but they had taken some kind of secret medicine to change the tone of their voices.

The leading young man shook his head: "Brother Hong didn't recognize it."