"As for that monster, the teacher will kill him sooner or later." Rong Qing stared at her face, said unhurriedly, his brows and eyes were full of coldness.
The infinite killing intent in those words made Shen Mubai's heart skip a beat.
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Rong Qing didn't ask her to prepare anything, the two of them left Wanlingzong and headed in the same direction.
Shen Mubai has long learned how to fly with a sword, but for some reason, the other party glanced at her indifferently, and asked her to come up the next moment.
"Master..." Shen Mubai felt a little embarrassed, "I can fly with a sword..."
Rong Qing lowered his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "The Lingyuan Valley is surrounded by poisonous gas all the year round, I'm afraid you will lose your way alone."
Shen Mubai nodded blankly.
Rong Qing put his arms around her waist, he didn't seem to feel that such an intimate act was inappropriate for the master and apprentice, the cold breath on his body approached him, creating a sense of ambiguity for no reason.
Shen Mubai's breathing was chaotic, the next moment he told himself not to think too much, and calmed down.
The Lingyuan Valley is full of dangers. I don't know how many monks died in it. On weekdays, everyone has to avoid it, and few people will take the initiative to break in.
After landing on the ground, Rong Qing let go of his hands, with a cold expression on his face, and no other expressions.
Shen Mubai secretly glanced at it, quickly retracted it, and secretly said to himself that he had nothing to think about.
"Master, shall we go inside?" She looked around and asked.
The place where they landed was around Lingyuan Valley. Although the surrounding scenery looked nothing special, it was because it was too quiet that it gave people an inexplicable sense of uneasiness.
Rong Qing cast his eyes on the surroundings, and said in a calm tone, "Follow me as a teacher."
Hearing this, Shen Mubai followed closely beside the other party, and she would occasionally be so close to the master on weekdays, so she didn't think much about it.
The further you go inside, the stronger the poisonous gas becomes.
But Rong Qing was at Xuan Zunqi's cultivation level, so this bit of poisonous gas would naturally have no effect on him. Shen Mubai stayed around him, and because of being sheltered, he didn't suffer any harm.
It's just that they didn't know if their luck was bad. After walking for more than an hour, they encountered a level eight beast.
Standing in the formation that Rong Qing drew for her, Shen Mubai was a little frightened when he saw the ferocious beast spit out raging fire.
Rong Qing was dressed in white, standing on the head of the beast, holding a sword in his hand, releasing Xuanzun's coercion around him.
In the next moment, the body of the beast had collapsed.
Only then did Shen Mubai dare to walk out of the formation that surrounded her, and walked towards the man, "Master."
Rong Qing retracted his sword, glanced at her, and said calmly, "Let's go."
Just as Shen Mubai was about to say something, he felt that he had stepped on something under his feet, he was startled, he quickly moved away, and looked away.
A black fluffy thing was lying flat on the ground, making a chirping sound, trying to get up with some difficulty, but fell down again with a snap.
She thought it was a bit funny, squatted down, and lifted the little thing up, "Master, what is this?"
Rong Qing glanced at it, but didn't take this low-level spirit beast seriously, and said in a cold voice, "It's just a little monster that eats miasma for a living."
The spirit fell into the girl's hands, and slowly swelled up. Its black fur was fluffy and fluffy, and its two big black eyes stared at her non-stop. It looked very cute.
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