Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

Ling Wanran requested a medium-sized room and was about to go upstairs with the room card. After entering the room, the room restriction was lifted and Ling Wanran's face instantly turned ugly.

Just now, she felt several waves of spiritual detection downstairs and originally planned to turn around and leave, but doing so would make her look even more suspicious. Fortunately, she changed her face just in case.

He raised his hand, tore off the phantom leather mask from his face and put it into the storage bag. Then he took out the concealment array disk, sat directly next to the array, and began to practice the technique.

It turned out that the old man from Taohua Manor was not someone she could match in the early stage of foundation building. In this case, would all the opportunities of Taohua Manor be given to Gu Qingcheng?

A strong feeling of unwillingness surged in my heart!

Such a fluctuating mood was obviously not conducive to healing. Ling Wanran frowned tightly, and then blood flowed out of his mouth again. After reacting, Ling Wanran immediately emptied himself and absorbed spiritual energy throughout his body to repair the damaged Dantian.

Luo Shan's spiritual sense lingered at the door of Ling Wanran's room for a while and then retracted.

Thinking of what she had just detected with her spiritual sense, Luo Shan's mouth curled up slightly. It seemed that Piaoxiang Tower would be very lively tonight.

After running for several cycles, Luo Shan opened his eyes and looked out the window. It was already pitch black.

Inside Piaoxiang Tower, a few little mice sneaked up to the second floor, holding something in their hands, and fiddled with the black-robed female cultivator's body.

The door was silently opened a crack, and before the mouse could enter, a little mouse fell backwards, with bright red liquid flowing out from between its eyebrows, and it was completely dead.

"Oh no, we've been discovered." The remaining three little mice were shocked and wanted to retreat.

"Now that you are here, just stay." Ling Wanran flew out of the house and stabbed one of them with a sword flashing with cold light.

The other party dodged and before he could even celebrate, he was shocked to find that the female cultivator had changed direction in mid-air and stabbed another cultivator.

"what!"

Screams were heard and the smell of blood instantly filled the air. Before Ling Wanran could attack the other black-robed monk, a sound of breaking air was heard from the second floor.

A flying sword stabbed straight at her. Ling Wanran didn't care about anything else and turned around to avoid the flying sword.

The flying sword that didn't hit anyone spun around and flew back. Then a clear male voice came from the second floor:

"Junior Sister Ling, long time no see."

The person who came stepped on the flying sword with his toes. It was Zhuang Qi.

"Friend Zhuang, I am not your junior sister now. You should still call me Ling Wanran." Ling Wanran said with a cold face.

"Fellow Daoist Ling." Zhuang Qi bowed as a greeting.

His attitude made Ling Wanran feel depressed. She didn't know much about Zhuang Qi, who was always traveling outside and rarely returned home.

But I have heard that if he had not rarely appeared in the sect, I am afraid that the position of the sect's eldest brother would not have been Zhang Xinyuan.

Thinking of this, he became even more alert.

"The Qingyun Sect really thinks highly of me. One hundred thousand spirit stones. I, a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, am actually worth one hundred thousand spirit stones." Ling Wanran couldn't stand the other party's calm and determined look, and sneered.

"Haha." Zhuang Qi didn't care about what Ling Wanran meant, but smiled lightly, raised his left hand, and spiritual power surged in his palm:

"Fellow Daoist Ling, the Qingyun Sect has issued an order that any traitors must be arrested and brought back to the Qingyun Sect to be tried."

"Fellow Daoist Ling, you are no match for me. If you are willing to bind your own spiritual power and return to the sect with me, I will not fight you."

If you really do fight, in order to make the other person obedient, you must make him suffer some physical pain.

"It's ridiculous. Do you think I have no brains when I go back to face trial?"

"You, the Qingyun Sect, are so shameless in turning the tables. I was so blind to join this evil sect!"

Under the banner of righteousness, he is doing what evil practitioners do. Such behavior makes her ashamed!

"How dare you slander Qingyun Sect!" Zhuang Qi was furious. The other party's words "evil sect" meant that all the cultivators of Qingyun Sect were evil cultivators.

"Stop talking nonsense. You're good at talking, but I want to see how you catch me." Ling Wanran leaped up and launched an attack in mid-air. She took another step in the air and turned around. She grabbed a handful of talismans in her hand, and directly activated her spiritual power and threw them all over.

Seeing this, Zhuang Qi had to take out his defensive magic weapon. After all, if he took on so many talismans, he would suffer a lot.

Crackling sounds were heard around the defensive weapon, and talismans exploded one after another.

Zhuang Qi's face darkened. He waved his hand, using the defensive magic weapon to protect his body, and used the magic formula to control the sword to stab Ling Wanran who was trying to escape.

Ling Wanran dodged, but at this time, the original few little mice also reacted. Although there were only two of the four, they could see the situation clearly. The two looked at each other and directly blocked the exit.

Ling Wanran knew that there would be a fierce battle today, but she was not very confident, after all, her injuries had not yet healed completely.

Seeing the flying sword that had dodged turn in front and fly straight towards this side again, Ling Wanran became more and more uneasy.

She had used up a lot of her trump cards these days. Almost every time she bought a talisman, it would be used up within a few days. So many talismans just now were purchased by her in the city yesterday.

Just as he was about to fight to the death, a familiar voice came from a room on the second floor.

"It's so lively. It seems that everyone likes activities at night."

Luo Shan's voice was transmitted to everyone present, including some people who were still watching in the dark.

"Why are you hiding? Can't you come out and meet me, fellow Taoist?"

Zhuang Qi was not sure whether the person who was speaking was a friend or an enemy, but most of the cultivators who came to Luohua City recently came for the bounty order.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Qi's expression eased a lot.

"Are you talking about me, or the fellow Taoists hiding under the counter and on the beams?" Luo Shan directly named the few cultivators who were lurking in the dark like her.

As soon as he finished speaking, several people who were hiding showed up with unhappy expressions.

"Look, it's even more lively now."

Luo Shan clapped his hands and walked out of the room, the small white jade coffin on his waist swaying with his steps.

Originally, seeing so many people coming to capture her, Ling Wanran lost more and more confidence in escaping. But when she saw Luo San appear, a strange look flashed across her eyes, and without waiting for Luo San to speak, she spoke directly.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, long time no see."

As he spoke, a voice transmission followed closely:

"Fellow Daoist Luo, how about making a deal with me?"

Luo Shan narrowed his eyes and looked at Ling Wanran, and saw a smile on the other person's lips:

"It's been a long time since we last met. I've been short of spiritual stones lately, and Fellow Daoist Ling showed up at the perfect time."

Ling Wanran was a little speechless when she heard this. It had only been a few months since they last met, but this fellow Daoist Luo from Southern Xinjiang was still so vicious in his words.