Could it be that Xiao Fifteen encountered any difficulties
Li Ji frowned upon hearing this, and rushed to the top of Hanbi Peak with 359.
There was still some distance between the two of them from the Jinquelou courtyard, and they both stopped.
Looking at each other, their expressions were very surprised.
I saw Hanshan Cuiqiao standing on the top of the main building of Jinquelou courtyard, and the courtyard outside the courtyard, and the nearby hillside, were full of female nuns, no more than a thousand people. It seems that all the female cultivators of Xuantianzong who are in the mountain of no return have come!
Han Shancui's expression was solemn, and the mountain wind blew her black hair and long skirt, giving people a feeling of fluttering.
"Sisters of Red Sleeve Hall!"
She finally spoke, her voice charming and charming, with a bit of sadness: "I first refined Qi in the Hanshan Sect. At the beginning, there were more than 20 little sisters who went to the Hanshan Sect with me, but now it's only a few times past. Years, but I am the only one left..."
At this moment, a female sister's voice suddenly heard from below, asking: "Hall Master, are they captured? Or are they dead?"
Li Ji was startled, Xuantianzong's rules were very strict. No one dared to ask questions rashly on such occasions. He immediately released his spiritual thoughts and followed the voice to explore the past. He suddenly discovered that the person who asked questions was a furnace of his own.
Uh... It seems this is a big show.
He turned around and rushed to Duanmukai and said: "Find a place to sit down, let's take a look!"
On the top of the main building of the Jinquelou courtyard, Hanshancui whispered softly: "They, some of them have different heads, some of them have been thrown into the wilderness, and those who barely survived, all describe them as withered, seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls, facing each other. The sixty-year-old woman is still getting old! Others, her body is disabled, she drags her lame legs and arms, begs along the street, and fights for food with wild dogs in the garbage dump. We need to know that they all have the same possessions as me. With proud youth and beauty!"
Han Shancui's voice was low and full of sorrow, and he gave the answer: "Yes! They were all made into furnace tripods, and the Yin Yuan was absorbed by the male cultivator."
As soon as this remark came out, more than a thousand female Xiu suddenly exploded and talked a lot.
Han Shancui took a long sigh and continued: "We Xuantianzong, why not be like this? Just ask, over the years, have the little sisters who have been in love with everyone have disappeared? Is there no one to die or a corpse?... Everyone Do you remember their faces?"
As she said, she raised her hand, and hundreds of photos were blown away by the wind and scattered among the female nuns.
On that day, after Li Chongxiang’s corpse was found, Li Ji went over to take photos. After Han Shancui became the host of the Red Sleeve, Li Ji printed out these photos for her to watch in order to persuade her.
Unexpectedly, she used it!
"This, this is Ahua, I recognize it! It turns out that she didn't go down the mountain and went home, but was made into a furnace..."
"Xiaohong, good sister, how can you become so dry when you are so rich?..."
"Sister, you are already dead..."
…
Although there are not many photos, there are people close to them who have disappeared. They have all been inspected, and many of them are quickly identified.
Immediately a female cultivator knelt down: "Hanshan Hall Master, can you tell me where these portraits come from?"
Han Shancui asked: "Have you heard that some days ago, the fourth elder of the sect, Li Chongxiang, refining and chemicalizing the same female sect and repairing the furnace ding?"
Many female nuns immediately responded: "We heard about it!"
"These are the furnace tripods refined by Li Chongxiang! The portraits were painted by our young master specially invited painters!"
Except for the twenty-one female sisters around him, in order to prevent the sect from turmoil, Li Ji did not let any of the Xuantianzong female sisters participate in the corpse cleaning operation.
After Han Shancui said it, there are those who cry loudly, those who faint, and those who abuse them, and more people are filled with sadness. In a short time, the entire Hanbi Peak, a thousand red cried, Wan Yan and sorrow, turned into a sea of pink tears.
After a long time, the crying gradually became smaller.
Han Shancui said painfully: "Like the male cultivator, we are both raised by the blood of the father and the mother, and we are both the darlings of our parents!"
Her voice suddenly rose up: "Why should we use our vitality to improve their cultivation? We turn into bones and throw corpses into the wilderness, and they will fight for hegemony and be proud of the world? Why?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
The female nuns below were all hoarse, shouting with all their strength, screaming from the mountains to the tsunami.
Hanshan Cuijiao screamed: "Bring you here!"
As soon as the voice fell, four or five female nuns dragged a person wearing a black cloak, walked out of the main building, and leaped to the top of the building.
"Sisters, look over here!"
Han Shancui stretched out his hand, the black cloak fell, and the person inside was Li Chongxiang.
There was an instant deathly silence at the top of the peak.
She said loudly: "Presumably we all know that, A Luo, our best female sister of Xuan Tianzong was sucked up by this person and finally killed!"
A Luo has an extraordinary talent, and it is the female cultivator who made Li Chongxiang step into the Dan-condensing stage overnight. When Fei Chen disposed of the body that day, he was found three or sixty nine.
Someone immediately shouted below: "Hall Master, please throw this beast down! I want to kill him and avenge Sister A Luo!"
"Yes, please be kind to the hall master and reward Li Chongxiang to us!"
"Reward us!"
…
Han Shancui looked around at the female cultivators below, and suddenly kicked Li Zhongxiang down.
Suddenly it was like a drop of water falling into the pan. Immediately, the shadow of the fist flies, and the embroidered legs are continuous, and the pomp is even worse than that of beating Yuqi on that day.
Duanmukai kept looking and grinning.
Li Ji smiled and asked: "My old man has experienced all kinds of battles and is invincible. How can he be frightened by the small scenes!"
Duanmukai said: "Before the son came back, Han Shancui was selecting female repairmen, and said that he would take over Han Bifeng's defense. I was just a shock at the time."
Li Ji ridiculed: "Since my brother is scared, does he have practiced the technique of collecting yin and replenishing yang? You have to hide it well, otherwise Xiao Fifteen will never end with you!"
Duanmukai immediately said: "Nonsense, I don't know that kind of disgusting sorcery! Your brother, my cultivation base is accumulated step by step!"
Feeling uncomfortable, he took another sip: "Only rubbish can practice that kind of thing!"
Uh…
Li Ji couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his face, embarrassed.
Seeing that his expression was different, Duanmukai couldn't help but wonder: all the twenty female sisters who mingled with Li Ji all day, all of them are plump, it doesn't look like they have been absorbed!
He was suspicious, but listened to the cold and cold voice of Three Six Nine: "Duanmu, you should have heard that Xiao Fifteen and I are called masters on weekdays! But we are neither slave girls nor slave girls, what are we? ?"
Duanmukai's eyes widened: "Damn, you are his furnace..." He only said one word, and swallowed the word "ding" behind him.
Li Ji has never practiced the technique of harvesting yin and replenishing yang, which was passed on to him by his predecessor, Li Ji. But he couldn't explain it clearly, and couldn't get rid of it.
As a last resort, I had to recite the pot and said, "I used to be young and frivolous and disregarded for my life. I will try to remedy it in the future! Xiao Jiu, you and Xiao Fifteen and other sisters, only have the name of the stove, which is nothing. Change the name to my servant sister..."
He wanted to continue, but he heard the beating from a distance getting louder and louder. If this continues, Li Chongxiang is bound to be killed on the spot.
There is still an unsolved mystery in this person, and he can't be killed yet!