Aya Qingzhu of the wind rises Douluo

In a dark forest, three figures were lying here, and the heavy smell of blood attracted bad things.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

A cloud of black wind moved wantonly in the air, and the trees everywhere it went were dimmed a bit, and harsh voices kept coming: "Where did these three people appear from?"

"I don't know, it seems to appear suddenly, and it seems to be seriously injured. I really want to eat it!"

"Don't think too much. Even though you're seriously injured, we can't get close to the blood. It's stronger than the sun."

"Indeed, the traces of blood remaining on the sword stuck on the ground made my soul feel a little uncomfortable."

Four illusory figures were discussing a hundred meters away from Ling Qingzhu and the others, but the powerful aura kept them away. If they ate a lot, their cultivation level would skyrocket.

"Leave, let's not be greedy. We will be burned to death before we get close. I don't know where the strong man is?"

Gradually, the four phantoms suddenly disappeared in mid-air without a trace, as if they had never appeared before.

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"Master, master, it's just ahead. I heard that the front has become a forbidden area for ghosts and monsters." I saw a handsome young man saying with his hands and feet in front.

The middle-aged man behind him struck the young man with a mahogany sword and said, "Why are you panicking? Qiusheng, you need to correct this problem."

Qiusheng in front of him covered his head and pouted, without saying anything. He looked at the other young man behind him and said loudly: "Wencai, what are you doing behind there? Hurry up and follow."

The middle-aged man also looked back, and with a look of hatred, he went over and hit his head and said, "Hey, why are you so serious? Are you possessed by a ghost?"

This young man who was clearly a literary talent was stunned. Looking at the familiar middle-aged man with a unibrow in front of him, he couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "Are you a master?"

I believe everyone knows who this middle-aged man is by now. In other words, as long as they are born in the [-]s, [-]s, and some young people born in the [-]s, almost everyone does not know him.

The famous Jiu Shu, Maoshan Taoist priest, Lin Fengjiao!

"Are you confused?" Uncle Jiu looked at the crying Wencai in front of him and slapped his head again: "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?"

"Yes, you can always live a long life!" Wencai wiped his tears and said with a smile.

"Humph, that's pretty much it, let's go!" Uncle Jiu snorted coldly and prepared to continue going.

"Master, let me take a good look at you!" Wencai covered his sore nose, came to Uncle Jiu, and looked at him carefully.

Uncle Jiu was a little confused. He looked at the scholar in front of him and felt a little strange for some reason. He immediately slapped him and said, "Okay, what are you looking at? I'll see you every day. Come on, let's go to that forbidden place to take a look first."

"Oh oh oh!" Wen Cai nodded, looked at Qiusheng next to him and gave him a bear hug and said, "Then tell me, where are we going?"

Qiu Sheng looked at Wen Cai in front of him with some confusion: "Are you stupid? Of course we are going to the forbidden area. Just yesterday, didn't you hear news about some kid?"

"In the forest ahead, three terrifying figures suddenly appeared. They not only disturbed the lives of ghosts and monsters, but also broke into the residences of living people."

"So the master wanted to bring us over to see what happened."

After hearing this, Wen Cai was a little confused. Didn't this happen to him in his previous life?

Yes, he is a reborn person. After his master died in his previous life, Qiu Sheng barely survived with the help of his relatives, while he took over Yizhuang, but no one came after his master died.

In the past, others valued them because of their master. After the master left, Yizhuang plummeted, and he could only survive by cheating. He thought of his master more than one night, and hated himself even more for his incompetence.

He eventually died in a temple, alone, and now that he could see his master again after being reborn, it was worth it.

At this time, the three of them had arrived a hundred meters away from Ling Qingzhu, and they could already see their figures.

"Such a huge aura, no wonder the ghosts don't want to live in this deep forest." Uncle Jiu couldn't help but said in surprise as he looked at the three figures in front of him.

That aura was even more powerful than him. Even the current leader of Maoshan, at the Golden Core stage, was probably not as powerful as their aura.

"Master, the smell of blood there is so strong!" Qiu Sheng said from the side while covering his nose.

Wencai looked at the three figures in front of him and said secretly: "Did something change in cause and effect?"

Uncle Jiu took the lead and walked over step by step. When he went in to see what was going on, he saw three women lying on the ground. Judging from their condition, they were probably extremely miserable. An ordinary person would definitely be dead.

"Dudiu, master, are they humans or ghosts? Look at each of them!" Qiu Sheng said fearfully as he hid behind Wen Cai.

Uncle Jiu threw the peach wood sword to Wen Cai, waving it in the air with both hands, the spiritual energy wiped his eyes and looked at the three people with light. After taking a breath, Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Don't be so panicked, these three He is a human being, he is still alive, but he seems to be a strong practitioner, but I don’t know why he is like this.”

Hearing that it was a person, Qiu Sheng also let go and trotted over to take a closer look. When he was just one meter closer, Ning Rongrong stood up subconsciously, pulled out the long sword next to him and swung it out.

When the silvery white light was about to hit Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu immediately went to pull Qiu Sheng's clothes back.

"Pfft!"

Qiu Sheng sat on the ground, covering his chest in fear and said, "I almost died just now."

"Fellow Taoist, you don't need to be so vigilant. Pindao is Lin Jiu, the second generation descendant of Maoshan Sect No. 30. Please don't worry, we don't mean any harm!" Uncle Jiu said with a Taoist salute from the side.

Ning Rongrong could clearly see the faces of the people in front of her through their messy hair. They didn't look like bad people, but she knew her current state clearly.

Although she didn't know how much time had passed, the injuries in her body had only recovered half. It seemed that Qingzhu secretly gave her the elixir, but the soul power in her body was only one-tenth of what it was in its prime, and recovery was extremely slow.

"Ahem, Rongrong, don't be so vigilant. Since it's Uncle Jiu in front of you, he won't do anything to us even if you think about it!" Ling Qingzhu opened her eyes from the side and said weakly.

"Qingzhu, are you okay!" Ning Rongrong saw Ling Qingzhu waking up and immediately came over, her eyes full of worry.

"It's okay, don't worry!" Ling Qingzhu gave her a reassuring look, looked at the unconscious little medical fairy next to her and couldn't help but sigh.