The man didn't make a sound, he clenched his hands in midair, and the old woman was clenched by a huge fist formed by spiritual power. Seeing that the old woman was about to bleed to death, Rong Xian couldn't help it.
She was very concerned about the power behind this person. If this person died like this, it would be hard to find clues.
When her expression changed, the spiritual energy in the water spirit beads quickly enveloped a layer of mist around her body.
At the moment when the mist appeared, the man's spiritual energy within a radius of 100 meters disappeared as if swallowed by a giant beast, and his attack also dissipated.
"Who!" The man looked at the mist that suddenly appeared vigilantly, and asked coldly.
He didn't show it on his face, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart. When this person appeared, he didn't notice it at all. It was as if he was already there. It was thinner than the fog, more illusory than the fog. fathom.
Rong Xian stopped in front of the old woman and looked at the man after seeing that he could hold on for a while longer.
Her voice was indistinguishable from men and women, erratic like her current image: "Her life is mine."
"Yours? Grab someone from my hands, you have thought about the consequences!" As he said these words, a thick layer of ice formed around Kacha Kacha instantly.
Only this trick can see that the man's cultivation is unfathomable.
The mist fluttered gently, and it didn't seem to have any effect, and then the man heard the man's tune and said in a strange and strange tone: "Oh, it's been a long time since no one dared to speak to me like that."
The hem of her clothes swayed, and a familiar sign appeared in the eyes of the old woman who had not lost consciousness. The old woman's eyes bulged. It was the moonlight grass, the symbol of Wuxin Cliff.
In the whole small world, only Wuxinya has this kind of grass, and Wuxinya's magic repair clothes have this kind of symbol, the difference is the number.
Generally, there are more than three moonlight grasses embroidered on the clothes of magic cultivators. Venerable Hanxi, Venerable Ningyue, and Young Master Rong Yu are only two. Only Venerable Xixin, the actual ruler, has only one embroidered on the hem.
After the old woman's throat was ho-ho for a long time, she finally cried out: "Relax your heart and honor the Lord!"
Although her voice was weak, it was still captured by the man's cultivation.
The man's face suddenly changed, not only the identity of this mysterious person, but also her cultivation.
Because when the man lowered his head, he realized that the ice layer covered by his spiritual power had long since disappeared, and there was not even a trace of it. This kind of unknowing means made him tremble with fear.
Rong Xian obviously ignored the man's intentions, she had to get the news she wanted before the old woman couldn't stand it any longer.
But before that, she had to clear the field.
As for this guy who obviously knew her master, I believe there is always a chance to meet him.
Moreover, she did not think that this person could have any relationship with the master.
Between this person and the master, at first glance, it is not the same person.
Rong Xian snorted coldly, the powerful and desperate pressure made the man unable to move his eyes.
She waved her sleeves, and the terrifying palm hit the man in the air.
Rong Xian slowly withdrew her hand, well, now she is clearly trying to avenge herself in an open and honest way.
Who let this person hide with bad intentions, so that she couldn't use her hands and feet, and was injured by the old woman.
Then, she said indifferently in that weird and weird tone: "This palm is a lesson for you, step back."
The man covered his chest and vomited blood. He didn't look resentful at all, and he didn't dare to reveal any negative emotions. If this demon master found out, who knew if he would die here.
It is not clear how strong a man is, Venerable Xixin, but his unparalleled power has made him unable to resist any resistance.
He didn't dare to get into the details of why the old woman recognized the news that Rong Xian knew about the Lord Xixin, and after that, the Lord Xixin really appeared, he just bowed his head in awe, and said in a humble tone: "Thank you, the Lord. Be merciful and say goodbye."
His figure flashed, and he quickly disappeared here.
Today, he has learned the terrifying secret. He believes that as long as he keeps an eye on Rong Xian, he will know what he should know.
The man stood in the distance and took a deep look at the martial arts field, and left without looking back.
Seeing that the man didn't play any tricks, but left in earnest, Rong Xian smiled lightly, and she really knew the current affairs.
Then she looked down at the old woman, her tone full of irony: "I heard that you are looking for this seat, do you think you can get the divine weapon if you find this seat? What a joke."
Her tone was still flat, but the old woman could hear the coldness and sternness inside: "The artifact chose the Rong family 1,600 years ago, and today, 1,600 years later, it is still in the hands of my descendants of the Rong family. Come on, you have tried every means to get the artifact, don't you know that the artifact will recognize the master? Hehe."
Hearing her words, the old woman's eyes widened, as if she wanted to use all her strength to see through the person behind the mist, but it was in vain.
She spat out blood and squeezed out a sentence from her throat: "The Lord will have a way, you are just a lowly demon cultivator in the inferior world..."
Before she could finish speaking, she lost her breath when she tilted her head.
The mist around Rong Xian did not disperse, and under the mist, her expression was extremely solemn.
I thought the enemy was hiding somewhere in the world, but I didn't expect the enemy to be much stronger than she imagined, isn't she from Xiao Qianjie
Rong Xian sneered, since the people outside Xiaoqianjie didn't take action in person, it proved that they had some scruples, no matter what the scruples were, it was convenient for her to do it.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Rong Xian's expression did not change at all.
She is carrying a wood spirit bead, and the huge vitality in it can completely save the old woman.
But she never thought of saving people at all. This person is her enemy. If she doesn't do it herself, it is kind enough. How could she save people.
"Did you hear it?" This time, Rong Xian's voice was no longer a weird and weird tone, but a creepy dark and deep voice.
Somewhere behind her, the black mist floated out, and Qu Lang turned into a human figure and bowed his head and replied respectfully: "I heard it."
At this time, Qu Lang really wished that he had never appeared before. Why did he have to be so quick to hear such secrets? Whether it was an artifact or an enemy outside Xiaoqianjie, he was not able to know.
Too bad, your lord doesn't want to kill someone.
Thinking of this possibility, Qu Lang was wet with cold sweat.
Rong Xian didn't know that her subordinates were scared to death by her own brain supply, she said with a deep expression: "Check it out for me, let Hanxi send all the people, and we must hide the outside world from the forces in the small thousand world. Uprooted."
Her voice was not loud, and her tone was gentle and calm, but it was so calm that Qu Lang shivered violently.
Rong Xian glanced at him lightly, and her phoenix eyes were so clean that she said coldly: "There are such flaws in my territory. If the magic door can't be used, there is no need for it to exist."
Rong Xian: The weak little white flower is not suitable for this seat at all\(￣︶￣)/
(End of this chapter)