Three days later, early in the morning.
Bai Xiaochun was in an unhappy mood, always thinking about two things about to go to war. At the same time, he was also depressed, thinking that perhaps his performance three days ago was too good, which caused the elder to take himself out.
Otherwise, when the elder is gone, wouldn’t he have some chance to go to his cave to find the immortal thing, just think of the cave of the elder, it must be severe, Bai Xiaochun shook his head, at this moment, under the mask, his brows are sad, but In the eyes of other people, Bai Xiaochun at this moment had a grim and cold face.
He walked out of the cave and soon arrived at the foot of Zhongfeng Mountain. When he got here, some monks had arrived ahead of schedule. They looked like more than a dozen people. After seeing Bai Xiaochun, many of them changed their expressions, but there were still others. The expression is as usual.
The fortune teller... is also in the crowd.
The moment he saw Bai Xiaochun, his complexion changed slightly, but he seemed to think of something, his expression immediately cooled down, and he snorted disdainfully. He used to be afraid of Bai Xiaochun, but now he has sworn to Young Master Xuemei, wishing to fulfill it. Under his command, even though he was still afraid of Bai Xiaochun here, he was much less.
"There are big people behind everyone, what can you do to me!" The fortune teller sneered.
Bai Xiaochun didn't care about the gazes of these people, and found a place to sit cross-legged when he arrived. There were originally three or two people around him. At this moment, they all respectfully avoided a certain distance. The reputation of night burials has spread all over the country.
After a short time, a group of figures 6 continued to come. There were in the early, middle and even later stages of the foundation building, until after the half-pillar incense, when the elder Song Junwan brought the two blood-colored elders approaching, everyone stood up and paid respects. Suspiciously, the big elder, who had always been hot and bold in their memory, had actually changed his attire.
It's no longer so sexy, but a little conservative, but the way it is now, coupled with that beautiful face, makes Song Junwan not only less charming, but more attractive.
At the same time that the monks here were shocked, many people's eyes were straight.
Song Junwan smiled slightly, her eyes eagerly looking forward. With this smile, many of them were a little stupefied, and Bai Xiaochun's heart was beating even more.
When Song Junwan swept over the crowd, he paused at Bai Xiaochun's place. Somehow, he gave Bai Xiaochun a fierce look.
"It's another move!" Bai Xiaochun was nervous, more vigilant, and felt that Song Junwan couldn't figure it out. Three days ago, when he saw him, his smile was in full bloom, but now he glared at him. When Bai Xiaochun was surprised and tried to analyze, Song Junwan's voice echoed everywhere. .
"This is the time you have waited. You will accompany the ancestors to the Lingxi Sect as an envoy. This time, you have to cheer up and don't shame me on the Blood Stream Sect!" Song Junwan put her smile away and spoke solemnly. Also solemnly nodded.
At this moment, suddenly, on the ancestral peak in the distance, a cloud of blood suddenly spread, like a thunder drum spreading all over the place, the blood cloud was overwhelming, rolling and spreading, until it spread out hundreds of feet, and drifted forward slowly. , I can faintly see that on this cloud layer, there is an old man. This old man is wearing a purple robe and a high crown. Although he is old, his waist is straight. He is not angry and majestic. He has an amazing breath. This breath caused everyone to feel a little bit, and their minds immediately shook, as if they were shaken.
"The ancestor of the Song family!" Bai Xiaochun's heart trembled, short of breath, and quickly lowered his head to retract his gaze. The feeling that the old man gave him was unfathomable, as if a divine thought could make himself unforgivable.
Not only is he here, but the other monks around are also shocked and respectful, and they all pay homage.
"Meet the ancestors!"
"Come up all, the old man will take you to the Lingxi Sect!" When the old voice echoed from the clouds, the ancestor of the Song family looked down at everyone. It was just a gaze. In everyone's feelings, it was like being in the middle of winter. An endless chill rises deep in my heart.
Bai Xiaochun's heart trembled a little. The ancestor of Lingxi Sect, including the one in front of him, he has already seen two. The first one is the previous Wuji. Now that the two are compared, Bai Xiaochun is shocked to see that Wuji. The horror that Zi gave him was not as good as the ancestor of the Song family in front of him.
"Yes, Wuji Zi is a newly promoted ancestor with great potential, but after all, he is young... And this Song family ancestor is obviously an old qualification, and his cultivation is deep to the degree of horror, and he does not know how many years he has survived." Bai Xiaochun took a deep breath, and when he lowered his head, he realized that his body was out of control. Together with other people around him, he was enveloped by a strange power in an instant. He flew out and went straight into the air. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in this blood cloud. Above.
Bai Xiaochun's complexion changed, and he stepped on the blood cloud. Although the surroundings were soft, it was very resilient. When he lowered his head, looking behind the Blood Stream Zongshan Gate, the blood mist suddenly rolled over, moved forward suddenly, and disappeared in an instant.
The earth kept shrinking below, flying past his eyes, Bai Xiaochun judged the speed of this degree, and was even more shocked. This degree, even if he tried his best, could not reach even 30%.
"Is this the ancestor..." Bai Xiaochun swallowed and turned to look at the other people around. These Zhongfeng monks, including the fortune teller, were no better than Bai Xiaochun to go there. They all looked pale and had their own hearts. shock.
Only Song Junwan and the two scarlet elders behind her, sitting cross-legged in front, looked calm. In front of the three of them, it was the one... just the back, as if turned into a whirlpool, capable of sinking people's minds and souls deeply. The ancestor of the Song family.
Looking at it from a close distance, you can see that his face is shaken, his face is full of wrinkles, and there are some brown spots, and he is closing his eyes and knees.
After a stick of incense, Bai Xiaochun finally adapted to this degree. On the cloud and mist, there was a protective array around it, which made the wind a lot smaller. Although blowing on the body, it would raise silk, but it would be no problem.
Thinking of returning to Lingxi Sect as a night burial soon, Bai Xiaochun had some inexplicable excitement, and a figure appeared before his eyes.
"I don't know if I go back this time. When I see Da Pang Zhang, Da Pang will recognize him, hehe... and Little Sister Hou, if I use the capacity of night burial, I will call the little girl... And Zhou Xinqi, Xu Baocai, Ghost Tooth..." Bai Xiaochun laughed when he thought of these people.
When Bai Xiaochun was excited here, there was a cold snort by his side. Bai Xiaochun looked sideways and immediately saw that the fortuneteller was not far from him. At this moment, he was looking at him with disdain and Binghan hidden in his eyes.
"Huh, what do you see me doing!" Bai Xiaochun said coldly.
As soon as his words came out, everyone around immediately cheered up. Because of the presence of the ancestors and elders, they felt very depressed and did not dare to speak out. They were all meditating on their own. It was a little boring. At this moment, Bai Xiaochun looked like a fortune-teller. There are things that need to happen, and you will suddenly become energetic.
Especially when Bai Xiaochun spoke with a mockery, many people were taken aback as soon as the three words hum hazi came out, and then they reacted.
"What are you talking about!" The divine fortune teller was fierce in his heart, glaring at Bai Xiaochun.
"You don't like this name? No, don't you like to hum, you have hummed to me several times from the time you met until now, and then hum, I will call you hum." Bai Xiaochun said lightly. The expression was indifferent, but the words were tricky, making the fortuneteller gritted his teeth, and at the same time, many people around him laughed.
"You...huh, you just practice a bit of sword qi, and you keep showing off on weekdays, so that other people can't practice. You will be destroyed by Young Master Xuemei sooner or later!" God fortune sneered and counterattacked.
"Aren’t you just a fortune-telling clerk? You are cheated and kidnapped. What kind of skill? Tell you, I know the starry sky from the night burial, and Huangquan from the bottom. With a glance, I can tell you everything within a radius of my sleeve. Humming!" Bai Xiaochun raised his chin and spoke proudly. On this cloud layer, there was an ancestor, no one dared to do it. This kind of thing that can't be done, it's just talking. Bai Xiaochun likes it the most, and has never been afraid of anything. people.
As soon as his words came out, especially such coherent words, many people around opened their eyes wide, and they had a deep understanding of Bai Xiaochun’s lip service, only Bai Xiaochun brags, they despise in their hearts, and then look at them. When the god fortune teller, the god fortune teller was so annoyed by Bai Xiaochun's words, he found that he couldn't speak to Bai Xiaochun.
"Cheeky, hum!" The fortune teller gritted his teeth and snorted coldly. Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Bai Xiaochun.
"Look at you again humming, humming? Discuss it, don’t hum, okay, if this is in the Lingxi Sect, you always hum like this, if you are mistaken for the pig spirit change, then What a shame." Bai Xiaochun sighed.
"You!!" The fortune teller didn't know what was going on. Every time he saw Bai Xiaochun, he would go into a rage. At this moment, in front of so many people, he couldn't tell the other party, so he was so angry that he stood up abruptly.
A glimmer of cold light flashed in Bai Xiaochun's eyes. At this moment, there was blood condensed on the index finger of his right hand.
The fortune teller also saw this scene, and he was suddenly shocked, he just stood up, never thinking about making a move.
"Enough, you sit down! Night burial, come and sit next to me!" At this moment, the elder Song Junwan looked back at the two with a calm voice, but let the god fortune take this opportunity and immediately Sitting down, he was about to give a cold snort, thinking of Bai Xiaochun's words just now, he held back his life, and hated Bai Xiaochun even more in his heart.
The people all around were sitting in jeopardy, but they were envious of Bai Xiaochun. They could actually sit next to the elder, and the ancestor was there. If the ancestor looked at it a few more times and had some impression, then there would be more opportunities in the sect in the future.
"Elder, um... I'm fine here, or..." Bai Xiaochun shrank his head. Just now, Song Junwan gave him a cold look.
"Come here!" (To be continued.)