Talented Martial Arts System

Although Lian Yi didn't know why the young master said that this matter needs to be done before the other person, but as long as the young master said it, she would naturally do her best to do it well.

Although he was puzzled at the moment, he didn't ask any more questions, but said: "Young Master, what should we do next?"

Ling Jing pinched Lianyi's face lightly. In fact, he liked Lianyi's gentle and pleasant character the most in his heart. After laughing a few times, he didn't hide much, so he outlined his future plans one by one. out.

After Lian Yi finished listening, her small mouth opened slightly, with a surprised expression on her face.Obviously, he couldn't understand why the young master knew so many things. Even if this kind of Xin Mi was the Jin Yiwei who monitored the world, he hadn't heard any information at all.

"My lord, is what you said true?" Lian Yi asked with some doubts.If this matter was told from another mouth, she would definitely think that the other party was talking nonsense, but what the young master said just now was so solemn, it is obviously not like a joke. [

"Of course." Ling Jing nodded with a smile. It is estimated that Ren Woxing was conspired and imprisoned by Dongfang Bubai in today's arena. It took 12 years for Wentian to find out the truth of the matter.

If this matter spreads in the rivers and lakes, it will definitely cause an uproar.

When Lian Yi heard the words, she was still full of doubts, thinking about such a secret thing, and it happened more than ten years ago, how did the young master know the inside story.

Regarding Lian Yi's doubts, Ling Jing just smiled faintly, and did not continue to explain. He traveled to this world, and foresight is his greatest advantage.But if you want to say it, it will inevitably be shocking to the world. Even if Lian Yi is the person closest to you, it is better not to say such a thing that is close to a god.

"Okay. It's time for us to set off." Ling Jing took a breath and looked eastward. His eyes were deep and dark. With this glance, he seemed to pass through mountains, rivers and jungles for several miles, and saw something very special. a faraway place.

Lianyi nodded.Ling Jing smiled and brushed away a strand of black hair from her face, and the two walked east together again.

As Ling Jing was walking, his thoughts changed sharply. Now that Lian Yi has come to him, the plan this time has a little more possibility of success.

But count the time, this time.Xiang Wentian should have thoroughly ascertained the truth 12 years ago, but he didn't know if he had betrayed the Sun Moon God Sect at this time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help frowning slightly.If Xiang Wentian hadn't rebelled against Mingjiao at this time, then he had taken the opportunity, because from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to cooperate with Xiang Wentian, and at the same time he didn't want this person to go to Meizhuang first.To scare the snake away.

Because the current plot, due to my arrival, has greatly changed its appearance. Although the main line is still clear, and the development direction of the plot is not too different from what I know, but Linghu Chong, the biggest variable, has been killed by myself. Without the "Nine Swords of Dugu", Linghu Chong can only be regarded as a top player among the second-generation disciples of the rivers and lakes, and he can no longer affect the development of the world's main plot.

in this case.Then Xiang Wentian in this world is doomed to never meet Linghu Chong again, nor can he use Linghu Chong's swordsmanship to "force" the "Four Friends from the South of the Yangtze River" to fight with him. Can Ren Woxing be rescued successfully by cheating the sky and crossing the sea?

What Ling Jing is afraid of now is that Xiang Wentian will reach Meizhuang one step earlier than himself.In that case, it is suspected that he can only scare the snake, which is very detrimental to his plan.

He knows all the organs of West Lake Meizhuang. If he can arrive at Meizhuang before Xiang Wentian, he will use his foresight and the internal suspicions of the "Four Friends of Jiangnan" to get the piece at the bottom of the West Lake Prison. Slate is definitely not too difficult.

But before the two of them set off for Hangzhou, they still had to confirm Xiang Wentian's movements.

About half an hour later, the sky became darker and darker, and a single bird in the sky occasionally croaked. Besides, there was not a single pedestrian on the road, and there was a crowd of people everywhere. silence.

After walking for a few miles, Ling Jing and Lian Yi passed through a pine forest, and a plain appeared in front of them.

There was a single figure empty on the plain, and the light was dim at this time, and the two of them saw more than ten feet away, and they couldn't see anything else clearly, they could only see a blur.

"Lianyi, let's go up and have a look." After Ling Jing said something, he walked straight into the plain.

Although he has changed many things now, he still can't affect Xiang Wentian on the Blackwood Cliff. If there is nothing wrong with his memory, in the original plot, after Xiang Wentian escaped from the Blackwood Cliff, He was once chased and killed by many masters of both righteousness and evil. He escaped all the way, and a very critical fierce battle should have happened here. [

But in this world, it is very important to him whether this incident has happened.

The two walked slowly into the plain, Ling Jing frowned, and kept observing the surroundings, while Lian Yi looked around for a while, then looked at Ling Jing's side face very suspiciously.

The two walked more than ten feet away, and saw many messy footprints on the ground, deep scratches in some places, and occasionally even broken weapons scattered around, and the ground was stained with blood , obviously a fierce battle took place here.

Ling Jing's heart sank, it seemed that he was one step too late, Xiang Wentian had already defected from the Black Wood Cliff.

"Now I can only hope that Xiang Wentian's defection will not be too long away from now." He sighed, walked up to the pool of blood, looked at it twice, then knelt down and dipped it lightly with his fingers.

"The bloodstain is still slightly viscous, and it looks like it should have been left in the last two or three days." He was slightly happy in his heart, and then gently sniffed the blood on his finger with his nose, feeling more certain in his heart, and asked Wentian The vicious fight between the righteous and the devil should have happened recently.

"Fortunately, it's not too late." Ling Jing stood up and wiped off the blood on his hands. Xiang Wentian was hunted down by masters of righteousness and evil. It was not easy to get rid of these people.

As far as he knew, the people who participated in the encirclement and suppression of Xiang Wentian this time included many masters from Heimuya, as well as experts from Kunlun School, Emei School, Taishan School, Qingcheng School and many other famous schools. His skills are extraordinary, and he has already reached a super-first-class level, but if he wants to escape, it may be impossible within a few days.

"Now is the time to really race against time." Ling Jing glanced at the end of the plain, looking far into the distance, as if in the dim light, he had already seen a tall, white-bearded old man who was staying in the mountains Running wildly, with iron chains tied on his hands, shadows behind him, swords and swords, and the sound of fighting.

"Lianyi, let's go!" Ling Jing paused for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the southeast. If he couldn't reach Meizhuang before Xiang Wentian, all his plans would probably be in vain.

"Huh?" Lian Yi was startled when she asked, seeing the young master turning around in a hurry and leaving, she didn't know what happened, but she still hurriedly followed.

At the same time, in a deep mountain tens of miles northeast of the plain, an old man in long robes with disheveled hair and a white beard was galloping non-stop on the mountain path. From time to time, I would turn around and curse a few words "his grandma's" and "bastard".

This old man is tall and has piercing eyes. On this rugged and winding mountain road, he walks on the ground like walking on the ground. He strides two or three feet away in one step.

He carried a bloody raw horse leg on his back, the blood stained the clothes on his back, and there was a large amount of blood at the corner of his mouth. There was an iron shackle on each wrist, and iron chains were tied at both ends. A fugitive who escaped from prison is average.

Tens of feet away behind the old man, a group of people from the martial arts forest with different costumes are constantly chasing them. There are at least seventy or eighty people in this group. All kinds of weapons are strange and strange, obviously they are not from the same sect.

"Xiang Wentian, you should surrender obediently, you won't be able to escape!"

Suddenly, there was a shout from the crowd, and then dozens of shadowy masters were seen performing lightness kung fu, rushing towards Wentian to catch up.

"It's his grandma's, a bunch of bastards!" Xiang Wentian ran away and glanced back, only to see this group of people lingering, chasing more and more closely, suddenly cursed, and raised his hands As soon as he lifted it, and when his hands were wrong, the iron chain in his hand suddenly "swung" behind his head, and rolled up the horse's leg on his back.

Xiang Wentian rolled up the horse's leg on his back, and with a wave of his hands, he threw the horse's leg into the deep stream. He glanced at his horse's leg in the air, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

It has been three days since he was chased into the mountain by these people. In this barren mountain, it is very difficult to find anything to eat, and now that there are so many bastards chasing after him, how can he have time to look for other food.

He used to rely on these horse legs weighing dozens of catties to satisfy his hunger, otherwise he would not have the energy to entangle with these bastards for so long.

But seeing these bastards chasing more and more anxiously, with the weight of dozens of catties on their backs, the lightness kung fu naturally couldn't be used to the extreme, so he made a decisive decision and had no choice but to throw the horse's leg into the deep stream. [

After running for tens of feet, a fork suddenly appeared on the mountain road in front of him. Xiang Wentian laughed suddenly, turned around and spit at the back. In the dim light, his body suddenly became short, like a swift Like a black panther, he jumped up and rushed towards the mountain road on the left. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)

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