Quick Wear: We are not a strategy system

Jiang Yuan spent two days and two nights in the library, but could not find any clues. The oldest books in the library did not mention her symptoms.

It makes sense. If there is such a forbidden technique, it must have been hidden by the head of the sect. With the strength in front of her, she had no way to confront it head-on. The boredom of the past few days did not bring any results, but what was interesting was that there was always a gaze staring at her in the dark.

"Come out, stop hiding."

Mu Jiming, dressed in a green modified inner disciple uniform, emerged from the darkness.

He bowed and looked very upright, as if he had never done anything peeping.

"Meet Elder Jiang."

Jiang Yuan closed the book in his hand and asked: "Did the master send you to monitor me?"

He answered calmly, "No, I am just curious about what Elder Jiang is doing here. It is not the Sect Master's instruction, nor is there any surveillance. If I have offended the Elder, Ji Ming is here to apologize."

Jiang Yuan's expression was gentle, as if he was treating a younger person without any airs: "I feel like you look familiar, can you please let me see your hand?"

Jiang Yuan stretched out her hand as she spoke, but unexpectedly he subconsciously dodged it, as if he was trying to avoid her.

The hand she stretched out stopped in mid-air. He looked at the hand in mid-air and said, "Elder Jiang, you don't know that this disciple is not used to having physical contact with outsiders."

Jiang Yuan awkwardly withdrew his hand: "Forget it, I won't force you."

She turned around and was about to leave, but he suddenly asked her from behind in an offensive tone, "Not forcing? Are you the same with Yu Huai?"

As expected of Mingyue Qingfeng's eldest disciple, he would also stand up for other fellow disciples in private and was not afraid of power.

Jiang Yuan had no choice but to pretend to be profound: "Of course I have my reasons for doing anything."

It was unknown whether this sentence touched a sore spot in him, or whether Jiang Yuan's humble attitude made him take advantage of it. He became even more excited: "Does it make sense? What a reasonable thing. You are worthy of being the elder of Yifeng."

Jiang Yuan: ???

She clearly remembered it but it didn't seem familiar? No, no, there was something wrong with her memory.

She wasn't sure what the connection between the two was, and everything here left her clueless.

When you are not sure, hiding may be a good idea. She is an elder and there is no need for her to explain anything to a disciple.

So she kept walking, and even walked faster.

In Mu Jiming's eyes, she just didn't bother to explain anything to him. Yes, she was used to being arrogant. To her, he was just a street cat or dog, who would come up to her eagerly if she was given a piece of meat bone.

Why, every time she pretended like nothing happened, was he so unbearable?

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Jiang Yuan felt extremely tired, so he just took a nap. People who practice Taoism don't need to sleep, and usually choose to meditate. But Jiang Yuan slept out of habit, and the original owner also had this habit, taking a nap every few days.

After a while, Jiang Yuan, who should have been sleeping peacefully, opened her eyes mechanically. Then she put on her nightgown, took her sword, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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ghost domain

Yu Huai sat on a throne made of skeletons, dressed in white, with a face as pale as the color of his clothes. His eyes flashed with a faint blue light, and he looked majestic and inviolable. If you look closely, you can see that under the throne made of bones are all wronged souls, who screamed and roared, and then drilled into his body.

His clothes were puffed up and fluttered by the unknown wind, making him look like he had no body. Only when the wind veered slightly could a piece of his arm be seen, as smooth as a bone.

He stood up and said to the group of shivering ghosts below: "It was sucked dry so quickly, is this the only ghost power your ghost king has?"

A horse-faced ghost who looked more clever stood out tremblingly and said, "We are willing to recognize you as the new Ghost King. Lord Ghost King, please accept my humble greeting."

There was still no expression on his face, as if draining the ghost energy of a ghost king was a piece of cake for him. He played with his fingers and muttered to himself: "You ghosts have been worshipped by living people so many times, do you like to kneel down? It's boring."

Then he turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared in an instant, leaving a group of frightened little ghosts looking at each other in bewilderment.

The ghost tribe has an unwritten rule that if you want to be the ghost king, you must defeat the previous ghost king. The ghost tribe usually does not submit to anyone else, which leads to many kings of different sizes in the ghost tribe. The ghost kings will fight for territory. This area is ruled by the most famous ghost king, the Greedy Ghost King, one of the seven ghost kings. The bones on the ground are the remains of the Greedy Ghost King and his relatives.

But this young ghost who appeared out of nowhere and easily killed one of the seven ghost kings was not for the purpose of seizing territory and becoming the king. This really confused the ghosts in this area.

No one wanted to offend this ghost king who looked difficult to deal with, so they carefully built a palace. Some little ghosts saw his strength and were looking forward to his unification of the ghost world, thinking of joining him as soon as possible to get a share of the spoils.

Therefore, even though I didn't ask for anything, I still had my own base.

After a while, Yu Huai appeared in a cave. He seemed to be on fire all over, like a burning white paper. No one was watching him, and he finally showed a little pain. Although he was not sweating, bursts of white smoke came out of his body, as if his soul was burning.

He panted and closed his eyes tightly, "We're almost there, Master. You didn't expect me to be waiting for you here, did you?"

At the same time, Jiang Yuan, dressed in black, was moving quickly among the woods. In her hand was a pitch-black compass covered with ominous patterns. She was moving forward in the direction indicated by the compass.

Soon, they stopped at the edge of a cliff. She looked down and saw only a pitch-black abyss before her.

The wind blew her hair up, but she didn't care at all. She then jumped up and jumped down.

Down in the abyss, there was no trace of it at all.

She seemed to have been descending for almost a quarter of an hour. When she was halfway down, the mountain wall next to her had disappeared and she was surrounded by black fog.

When you step on the ground, it is no longer solid soil under your feet, but the feel of some flesh. If you walk forward, you can even kick some broken limbs and bones.

They were probably just some ordinary people who had strayed in by mistake. For a cultivator like her, the little ghosts did not dare to come forward and harass her.

Even though she couldn't see the road ahead clearly, she still walked very fast, as if she had been here many times before. Except for stepping on fresh flesh at the beginning, she accurately avoided the obstacles of dry bones and looked straight ahead. Her perfect movements seemed to have been carefully calculated.

From time to time, some strange sounds were heard in the black fog. The deeper we went, the lower the temperature seemed to be.

A few ordinary wind sounds were heard, and a white figure broke through the air and attacked Jiang Yuan.