Glancing at him, Mo Bai said coldly, "Do you know the Huang Wanwan in "Jingcheng"?"
"The younger generation naturally knows. I don't know that the older generation is looking for Huang Wanwan?" Sun Cheng asked.
Seeing Mo Bai nodded, Sun Cheng frowned and said, "I don't think this matter is easy to handle."
Hearing this, Mo Bai was startled and said, "Why is this?"
"Huang Wanwan has left "Jingcheng" more than ten years ago, and has never returned. Now Xuanwu's boundary is not peaceful." Sun Cheng sighed lightly, shook his head, and said.
"But I heard that they have returned to "Jingcheng". Don't you really know?" Mo Bai asked in a deep voice.
Sun Cheng shook his head and said, "The juniors really don't know."
Mo Bai knew the cultivation base of the old monster Jing guarding the "Jingcheng", so he didn't dare to make trouble here. Seeing Sun Cheng's appearance, he might not know everything about coming to "Jingcheng". He hesitated for a moment, then stopped asking.
Throwing out a storage bag casually, he said coldly: "This is the cost of this transmission, and there is no need to mention it."
After speaking, Mo Bai jumped. It turned into a figure and swept away.
Sun Cheng took the storage bag. Sweep away the consciousness. His face immediately became weird. This storage bag is extremely rich in spirit stones. When I looked up again. Mo Bai's figure has disappeared from sight. He pondered for a moment, thinking of this person's cultivation base, and didn't dare to chase after him. It seems that it is better to report this matter to Old Monster Jing.
Mo Bai came to the Huang Mansion where Huang Wanwan banqueted him. The current new master is a late-stage pill formation cultivator, and the thought that he originally intended to enter the inquiry has also disappeared.
In the unlikely event that the other party does not cooperate, a disagreement will cause a fight. Although Mo Bai was not afraid, this would definitely lead to Old Monster Jing. Thinking of the scene back then, Mo Bai gave up this idea.
Mo Bai knew that Xuanwu's land boundary was not quite flat now, and it was possible that in this "Jing City", it was relatively stable.
But he won't stay in "Jingcheng" for too long. Since there is no way to find Huang Bing the first time, then he can only make plans later. Since knowing that Mo Yan'er is still alive, Mo Bai's original worry has also been let go.
It now seems that this matter can't come in a hurry for a while.
While in Xiangyuan City, before entering the teleportation formation, Mo Bai had already learned from Wu Chang that this teleportation could only be a one-way teleportation. Because they were afraid that the monks from the Xuanwu realm would swarm into the Tianyuan realm, so long ago, they had already blocked the teleportation array that was teleporting into the Tianyuan realm.
After some consideration, Mo Bai planned to return to Yunhemen first. Regardless of the current situation of the martial arts, he is still a Yunhe Clan disciple after all.
After making up his mind, he didn't stay anymore, he walked out of "Jingcheng". Mo Bai knew that there was a no-fly zone nearby. So after walking fifty miles away from "Jingcheng", he waved his sleeves and a flash of light appeared, and he rose into the air, stepping on the flying sword, turning into a long rainbow and flying into the air.
But on a mountain range more than a hundred miles away from "Jingcheng", Mo Bai had to take off his sword and concealed himself. Walk carefully towards the Yunmeng Mountain Range.
Now it is the time of war, Mo Baifei flees for only fifty miles, and then he finds that in the distance, two rays of light are chasing me in mid-air. There was a roar from time to time. Based on this judgment, the cultivation base of these two people is not low. I'm afraid not under myself.
Seeing the struggle between life and death in the distance, Mo Bai was naturally unwilling to cause trouble for himself. So he found a remote place and landed Feijian down.
Looking at the violent rays of light shining in the distance, Mo Bai sighed lightly. It seems that the road to Yunhemen will not be very peaceful this time. Although I am not afraid, it is better to be careful.
Withdrawing his gaze from the distance, after Mo Bai discerned the direction, he raised his foot and walked towards the Yunmeng Mountain Range.
A day later, Mo Bai jumped over a cliff and saw a bottomless mountain stream. He went to the edge of the river and drank the cold spring with both hands. The water was sweet and refreshing, and Mo Bai's spirit immediately aroused.
The dust on this road was swept away at this moment. Mo Bai held up Liangquan again, just about to wash his face.
Suddenly, there was a sudden jump in his heart, and Mo Bai suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky. A figure was drawn from a distance, and it fell straight down in his direction.
"Bang!" there was a sound.
The figure fell to the ground fiercely. Mo Bai hurriedly stood up, his eyes retreated without blinking. At the same time, he concealed his cultivation base.
But at this time, a ray of light had stopped in the air less than ten feet away from him. A cold gaze glanced at him.
At this moment, Mo Bai knew that he had been discovered by the other party. He stopped his retreat, waved his sleeves, and Feijian appeared beside him. Mo Bai felt annoyed for a while, he had already figured out a way to avoid it, but he did not expect to be discovered.
Unexpectedly, the two people fought for a day before they were born and died.
At this time, Mo Bai could clearly see the people coming. I saw this man who was about 40 years old, but he was already in a white-haired shawl, with aggressive eyes, looking at him coldly.
"In the middle of the pill formation? This luck is too good." Mo Bai's face twitched unconsciously, and he did not expect to meet the middle pill formation cultivator so casually. And the other party's attitude seems to be unkind to him.
Zong Zhengbin, who had dealt with the mid-stage pill formation, almost lost his life. If it wasn't for Ziyu to rescue him, he can't stand here now. Mo Bai's face began to become serious.
Mo Bai saw that the other party was not good at it. Moreover, the other party was not wearing the costumes of the three sects of Xuanwu Realm, so Mo Bai couldn't judge his identity at all.
"You don't have to pretend, you can't expect to meet middle-class people of the same rank in this wild forest." The visitor's eyes flashed and said sternly. Obviously, he had discovered it before Mo Bai concealed his cultivation base.
At this time, the white-haired man had locked Mo Bai with his divine sense, as if he had to do it at any time.
Mo Bai also knew that even though he was hiding, the other party would not let him go. After all, it seems that he broke something by himself.
"Since I have run into it, I have to discuss how to say it." The white-haired man said with a yin-yin smile.
After speaking, the white-haired man waved his sleeves, and a golden light struck Mo Bai's head from top to bottom.
Although Mo Bai had been prepared for a long time ago, he didn't expect the other party to say that he would do it. He quickly pulled up his figure and swayed in mid-air. When Mo Bai appeared in another place, the golden light had already hit, and Mo Bai had left the phantom in place. With the energy, the phantom dissipated.
Seeing that the other party didn't say much, he started. A trace of anger appeared in Mo Bai's eyes.
"What's the matter with you? If you offend you there, you can do it when you say it." Mo Bai and the white-haired man faced each other, his face sinking, and a hint of chill appeared on his face.
"I care who you are? I kill if I want to kill." The white-haired man obviously didn't want to say more. With a call from his right hand, Jin Guang returned to his hand, looking at Mo Bai with extremely cold eyes.
Mo Bai had never seen such a domineering and unreasonable person before, and he sighed in his heart, looking at the other party's tone, this battle was unavoidable. Mo Bai flicked the sleeve of his right hand back, and a green light quietly appeared behind him, turning into a green silk, and lurking.
Following Mo Bai's pinch of the technique, the cyan gourd has appeared on top of his head.
Mo Bai had faced life and death with Zong Zhengbin, who was also in the middle stage of the pill formation. Especially the magic weapon of life on the monks in the formation of alchemy period, it is particularly difficult to deal with. So be careful from the beginning.
It seemed that it was time to start refining the magic weapon of one's own destiny. When the matter was over, he would have to ask Trelwang what happened to that purple bamboo. Since seeing the strange characters floating on Zong Zhengbin's body, Mo Bai has been a little moved about his own magic weapon, and some can't wait to refine it. If it weren't for Mo Yan'er's mind, he should be retreating now.
As a pill cultivator, Mo Bai himself did not have a magic weapon for his life, so confronting someone of the same rank would definitely suffer a lot. Mo Bai knew this very well in his heart, so at the beginning, Mo Bai hid the wood fire behind him. It's best to hit with one hit.
"You dare to do it with me?" Seeing Mo Bai offering a blue gourd, the white-haired man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, showing his madness. You must know that although they are both at the same level of formation of pill, there is a huge difference between the initial and mid-stage cultivation bases.
Suddenly, the white-haired man's laughter stopped abruptly. The golden light in his hand floated up, facing the blue gourd in the air. Mo Bai looked at it intently. It turned out to be a weird magic weapon that resembled a writing brush. It was golden all over, and a bit of thick ink could be clearly seen on the tip of the pen.
Mo Bai was not talking nonsense with the other party at this moment, seeing the other party's arrogant posture. There is no expression on his face, just responding carefully. After a magic trick was sacrificed, the giant sword of the cyan gourd appeared.
Directly towards the top of the white-haired man's head, he cut down fiercely.
At the same time, with his left hand pinching the magic technique, six white lights drew six arcs on the flying sword flying around him, blasting away from the side one after another.
The white-haired man snorted coldly, and saw that he stretched out his right hand and tapped a few times towards the void.
The brush-like weird magic weapon was immediately shaken in mid-air, and six drops of thick ink came out from the tip of the pen. With the shaking of the fingers of the white-haired man, the six drops of thick ink formed six strange birds that are one foot long in the blink of an eye, rushing towards the six sword lights with a few crisp chirps.
And that weird magic weapon, an instant golden masterpiece, greeted the giant sword transformed from the cyan gourd.
Seeing Mo Bai's attack, the white-haired man couldn't help but secretly joy. To know the peculiar place of his natal magic weapon, he would not be afraid of the opponent's many magic weapons. If it weren't for the time of the warming ceremony for too short and not much power, he would have killed the opponent long ago.
Seeing the constant roar between the two. There was a smile at the corner of the white-haired man's mouth, and it seemed that time was almost there.
At this time, the six sword lights that Mo Bai's middle-grade flying sword had transformed into had already turned into a little white light under the fierce impact of the six strange birds, bursting towards the surroundings.
The fragments of the middle-grade flying sword were thrown into the air, and it took a long time to fall down. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)