Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The sword's sheath hides its edge, the wise man hides his wisdom, and the beauty hides her heart!

There was actually no need for Shen Yichen to put away his sword, because there was no murderous aura in the sword, but he was afraid of hurting himself. What Shen Yichen didn't know was that it was not the sword's edge that could hurt him, but his lust!

Shen Yichen still underestimated Mei Yu!

If a woman does not reject the sudden invasion, it means she is either moved or has other purposes!

Mei Yu obviously belongs to the latter.

In the ginkgo forest in the south of Jianying Holy City, Shen Yichen looked at the armored man emerging from the ground in shock!

Before Shen Yichen could speak, the armored man exclaimed:

"It's you!"

The armored man knew Shen Yichen. It was he who threw the shadow order into the ancient city in the desert.

"You, who are you? Have we met before?"

Shen Yichen doesn't even need to recall. It's impossible for him to have met such a strange person and forget him.

The armored man did not respond, but continued to ask:

"Where is she?"

Shen Yichen was really a little dizzy. He jumped to the ground, picked up the sword, and looked at the stranger vigilantly. He didn't know if it was a formation or if this person could travel underground.

Shen Yichen said cautiously:

"I do not understand what you are saying?"

The armored man's eyes moved, probably thinking about something. After a moment, he asked again:

"Where is the woman who left the breath of the Weng spirit on you?"

"Breath of the Weng Spirit?"

Shen Yichen muttered to himself. He still didn't understand and said helplessly:

"I really don't understand what you are saying!"

This time the armored man asked directly:

"Where is the woman with a mole on the corner of her mouth that you saved in the ancient desert city?"

Shen Yichen was startled when he heard this, and asked back:

"You mean Mei Yu?"

"Correct!"

Shen Yichen exclaimed again:

"Desert Ancient City, you're here too?"

The armored man looked at Shen Yichen. He seemed a little speechless and sighed in his heart:

"Is this kid mentally ill? Is this the right time to ask this question? Besides, isn't this just nonsense?"

The armored man asked again helplessly:

"Where is Mei Yu?"

"I separated from Mei Yu yesterday. She must have gone out of town. I had something to do, so I didn't go with her!"

Hearing this, the armored man fell into deep thought. After a long while, he asked softly:

"Is she okay?"

"Mei Yu has lost his cultivation and left the city with a little old man!"

The armored man muttered to himself:

"Is she really out of town? But why didn't she come to see me?"

The armored man looked up at Shen Yichen, his eyes seemed to be judging whether what Shen Yichen said was true or false!

"Why are you looking at me like that? She has no cultivation, and following me will only lead to her death!"

Shen Yichen checked his body and found nothing unusual, so he asked:

"What is the breath of the Weng Spirit?"

The armored man did not respond, but sank directly into the ground, and there was no change on the ground at all.

Shen Yichen looked horrified!

"Sister Qing, what kind of skill is this?"

In her sea of ​​consciousness, Sister Qing did not respond.

Alas, Shen Yichen still knows too little about formations. This is just a small formation.

Shen Yichen called out a few times softly and stomped on the ground a few times, but there was no response and the ground did not move, so he left in a hurry.

As for the breath of Weng Ling, Shen Yichen certainly didn't know about it, but that was just what the armored man said himself.

Shen Yichen smelled of the powder that Mei Yu used to cast her magic. The armored man couldn't say it, so he just said a name at random.

Mei Yu's magic has not been practiced to perfection, so he has always relied on a kind of powder to assist. This is why the white-haired dwarf brother was not affected by the magic.

In fact, the white-haired dwarf didn’t know that after the beauty Weng Ying’s charm was mastered, medicines were useless and he could only rely on his powerful cultivation!

What Shen Yichen didn't know was that he not only had the scent of Mei Yu's medicine on him, but also another scent. It couldn't be called a scent, but a stream of soul power flowing into his body, which was the soul power of Youhui in the Tianji copper plate!

In other words, Xiao Yingxu could actually find him, but Xiao Yingxu was just confused!

Not far from the foot of the Hanging Mountain, there is a long pavilion named Yunyuan Pavilion.

At this moment, Xiao Yingxu and the old fortune-teller were sitting beside the stone table in the pavilion. There was another person in the pavilion, Shen Jinfei. She stood in the pavilion, looking at the light clouds in the distant sky!

The others stood on the official road far away, looking at Yunyuan Pavilion quietly. This was what Xiao Yingxu meant!

"Master Ban, I don't want outsiders to hear what we are talking about. Why did you bring her here?"

Xiao Yingxu is about to separate from the old fortune-teller. They were all healing last night!

The reason why Xiao Yingxu had to separate was because of Xuantian Sect!

Back then, the fortune-teller accepted Xiao Yingxu as his disciple under a condition, which was that the Daoyuan Sect would be converted into the Xuantian Sect. Of course, the Sect Master Qingyao disagreed, and both sides became unhappy. Of course, I was referring to the unhappiness with the Xuantian Sect, not the fortune-teller.

But the fortune-telling old immortal master was obviously teaching for Xuantian, so Xiao Yingxu didn’t really trust this half-master!

“Hahaha…this girl isn’t from Xuantian Sect, and the person you’re asking about is related to her!”

The old fortune-teller looked at Xiao Yingxu. He was really a child, a little brat at that, but he had deep thoughts. Of course, those were just little thoughts!

The fortune-teller had to take Shen Jinfei with him. Although this girl didn't use force, she was very annoying. She kept nagging non-stop. The fortune-teller couldn't stand her.

Xiao Yingxu glanced at Shen Jinfei, but Shen Jinfei seemed not to have listened to what they were saying at all.

As a result, Xiao Yingxu knelt down on the ground, kowtowed, and cried:

"Master Ban, what should I do?"

The old fortune teller was stunned. He was a little confused. What Xiaoyingxu was thinking was not a little trick, but the nature of a child. He really didn't know what it meant!

Xiao Yingxu kowtowed again and said softly:

"Qing Shan from the demon tribe is not dead, and no one from the Daoyuan Sect can stop her. What should I do? Please help me!"

The old fortune-teller was neither laughing nor not laughing. He actually looked at Shen Jinfei and said softly:

"Girl, why don't you help him up? He can find your Master Shen!"

"It's none of my business. You haven't told me yet, what do you want him to give in exchange for me?"

Xiao Yingxu didn't seem to care about what the two were saying. He kowtowed again and said crying:

"Master Ban, why did the destruction and rebirth of Daoyuan Sect happen to one person? Was it just a matter of his thoughts?"

After Xiao Yingxu finished speaking, he stood up!

The old fortune-teller looked at Xiao Yingxu and asked softly:

"What is the Daoyuanjiao's way of rebirth? Can you tell me?"

Xiao Yingxu must have figured it out last night. He spoke without hesitation:

"The root of the Tao is Guanxing Mountain. That person is the heir of Guanxing Mountain!"

Upon hearing this, the old fortune-teller was stunned for a moment, then he stood up and looked at the distant clouds outside the pavilion with a frown on his face.

Xiao Yingxu looked at the back of the old fortune-teller and said coldly:

"These three heads are my repayment for the favor you gave me in teaching me the art of divination. From now on, we will go our separate ways. Daoyuan Sect and Xuantian Sect have nothing to do with each other!"

After Xiao Yingxu finished speaking, he walked out of the pavilion. He did not wait for the old fortune-teller to respond, because he knew that the old fortune-teller could not save the Daoyuan Sect, otherwise he would not have helped the Daoyuan Sect to introduce the Xuantian Sect!

Shen Jinfei turned around and looked at Xiao Yingxu who was walking away. She really underestimated this little brat!

"Hey, little brat, find Shen Yichen and tell him something. I'm waiting for him to save me!"

The old fortune teller muttered to himself:

"The heir of Guanxing Mountain turned out to be a member of the Ji family. What is going on? The destiny is so unpredictable. Is the world really going to be in chaos?"

Xiao Yingxu really left with the Food Saint, Shangguan Rumeng and Huangfu Yuanfei, but he still hadn't figured out whether he should be an enemy or a friend to Shen Yichen?

Because Xiao Yingxu really couldn't see through Shen Yichen's impact on Daoyuan Sect. Was it destruction or rebirth? Princess Qingshan was a variable, a big variable!

Xiaoying was worried and did not sleep all night, but he figured out another thing, which was that he must cut off ties with the Xuantian Sect. His master, the head sect leader Qingyao, once said that the Xuantian Sect would mean destruction to the Daoyuan Sect!

Outside the Yunyuan Pavilion, long after Xiao Yingxu and the others had left, a man wearing a metal eye mask slowly walked towards the Yunyuan Pavilion, but did not enter the pavilion.

"Girl, it looks like you have to unsheathe your sword early today!"

The old fortune-teller withdrew his gaze and looked at the people outside Yunyuan Pavilion.

Shen Jinfei was stunned when she heard this. She didn't know what the fortune-teller meant.

"Now that you're here, show up!"

The old fortune teller’s expression was really solemn!

Outside the Yunyuan Pavilion, another person appeared, also carrying a knife and a sword on his back. He seemed to be exactly the same as the man wearing the iron eyepatch, except that he was not wearing the iron eyepatch!

Shen Jinfei was startled, reached for the long box behind him, and said softly:

"What's going on? Are they here to kill us?"

The old fortune teller smiled and said:

"He's here to kill me, but I can't die yet. Girl, I'm really going to need your sword later!"

The blood flowing in the fortune-teller’s heart seemed bitter!

"Master Dao, it's my duty. I'm sorry!"

Outside the Yunyuan Pavilion, two people really drew their swords and the murderous intent they emitted alone was enough to destroy the Yunyuan Pavilion!