The brother I picked up is enchanted

The young man clenched his sleeves tightly, glanced at Meng Lingrong, and said in a low voice: "The Frost Cloud Sect that Brother Immortal mentioned, can I also go in the future?"

"It depends on your ability. The sect's grand opening ceremony is held every five years. If you can get into the eyes of the elders of the sect, it is not impossible to be accepted as a disciple." Meng Lingrong said with a smile.

An ancient sword suddenly flew out of the scabbard and pointed at the young man. There were blood spots on the pitch-black sword, and it was extremely murderous.

The boy pointed at by the sword turned pale, and fell to the ground in fright.

If it hadn't been blocked by the water curtain, the point of the sword might have pierced the young man's slender and fragile neck.

"what are you doing!"

Facing Meng Lingrong's questioning, Luo Xuanchuan didn't seem to hear it, but looked at the timid young man with blood in his eyes.

"You guys leave first." Meng Lingrong took a light breath.

The old man didn't dare to neglect, took the boy's hand and left.The boy's hands were as cold as ice, obviously frightened.

He clumsily pressed the other hand on the young man's hand, rubbed his hands lightly, trying to warm them up, and gave the young man a comforting smile.

The boy looked back at Meng Lingrong again, and then slowly withdrew his gaze.

Only then did the knocked down strong men come back to their senses, the intense pain in their arms just now made them have no time to care about other things.

When they came back to their senses, they stared at Meng Lingrong with hateful eyes, and those who didn't know it thought that the other party was his genocide enemy.

"Who are you!" The strong man at the head covered his arms, with a flash of resentment in his eyes, and said ruthlessly, "If you attack us today, the Han family will not let you go..."

Before he finished speaking, a blue light pierced towards him, and the sharp-edged sword cut a deep hole in his face, and then stuck it into the hard ground.

"Is it the Han family? This is just right." Meng Lingrong's hands were glowing with blue light, his face was slightly cold, and the lack of emotion in his eyes made those people even more frightened.

Sensing the hesitation in their eyes, Meng Lingrong said lightly: "You were the ones who spoke harshly just now, and now you are the ones who are silent and unwilling to rescue the soldiers...

how?Could it be that you did all this under the banner of your master?Or is there some shady reason? "

"However, since people from the Cold Cloud Sect have been moved, it is impossible to let this matter go. Naturally, the Cold Cloud Sect will send someone to visit your family."

The complexions of several people turned pale, and someone approached the head of the strong man and whispered something in the ear, which made the other party's complexion even more ugly.

"Let's go!" After speaking, those people struggled to get up from the ground with their arms covered, and fled despondently under the eyes of everyone.

Seeing that many people gathered around, Meng Lingrong directly used her physical skills to leave here quickly.

There was no need for him to remind, Luo Xuanchuan took the initiative to follow up, his face still looked a bit embarrassed, which was completely different from the murderous aura when he just drew the sword.

"Why do you want to do something to a child who has no power to restrain the chicken?"

Speaking of this, even Meng Lingrong couldn't hold back her expression, her face seemed to be covered with frost.

Now in public, Luo Xuanchuan dares to take action against ordinary people who have no power to restrain chickens. Wouldn't it be more unscrupulous if he acts in a corner where no one is paying attention...

How is it different from those evil cultivators who don't care about the death of others!

"Because it's dangerous." Luo Xuanchuan said.

Meng Lingrong suddenly moved closer: "What about you? Aren't you in danger?"

A strange cold fragrance spread, like snow falling on wintersweet.

The light shone on him, making the contours of his face softer and warmer, but his voice was as cold as winter.

Luo Xuanchuan didn't speak any more.

Meng Lingrong didn't seem to want to argue with him anymore, he glanced at Luo Xuanchuan: "If Senior Brother Luo suffers from a hidden illness, it's better to get it treated as soon as possible, and don't drag a minor illness into a serious illness because of taboos."

Speaking of which, he glanced at Luo Xuanchuan's lower abdomen, turned his eyes away awkwardly, then snorted coldly, and used his body skills to disappear on the spot.

At this time, the four sects of the Fenglin Realm in the Guifeng Tower gathered together, and Meng Lingrong was led up by the disciple of the Cold Cloud Sect who was guarding downstairs at the gate.

Just when I got to the door, I heard a soft female voice from inside: "You've come."

Before Meng Lingrong's hand could touch the door, the originally closed door was already opened. As soon as he raised his eyes, he met Venerable Fangyue's smiling eyes.

"I heard from Ah Yan that you went to the Chunxiang Pavilion to look for Luo Xuanchuan, how is it? Did you find him?"

Meng Lingrong nodded expressionlessly, then sat on the wooden chair beside Venerable Fangyue against everyone's gaze.

A middle-aged man sitting opposite said: "Just now we talked about the Qimu sect, we only know that the Qimu sect's disciples were attacked in a valley shrouded in fog all the year round.

According to them, the disciples in distress did not even send out the signal for help in time, and even the corpses disappeared. So far, we have not yet known who the person who shot was. "

Meng Lingrong glanced at the other party calmly, guessing that the other party was probably the leader of Fu Guangzong this time, Master Zhu.

Zhu Zhenren said: "I heard from His Holiness that what the Cold Cloud Sect encountered this time was the white-faced ghost who is the protector of the Demon Lotus Sect? I don't know if the Qimu Sect also has such a level of magic cultivator."

A gray-haired old man stroked his beard and sighed: "This demon cultivator is extremely vicious, and this time the white-faced ghost bumped into Guizong, so there is no danger."

"Our three sects were ambushed by demon cultivators, and there was no one like the white-faced ghost among them. This is already a blessing in misfortune, and there were no casualties among the disciples of the three sects."

Meng Lingrong glanced in the direction of the old man, and saw a familiar face beside the old man, it was He Boying whom he had just seen.

Presumably this old man is Qu Daoist of Danyang Sect.As for He Boying blinking at him, Meng Lingrong pretended not to see it.

"I don't think the purpose of the Demon Lotus Sect is to catch us all here," he said.

"Why did you say that?" the old man of Danyang Sect asked curiously.

Han Yi snorted coldly, apparently scoffing at Meng Lingrong's words.

"Elder Han, do you have an opinion?" Venerable Fangyue said coldly, with a smile still on his face, but those who met each other's eyes subconsciously trembled.

"Don't dare." Han Yi gritted his teeth, but there was still an unconvinced expression on his face.

Meng Lingrong ignored Han Yi, the other party was probably the leader of the Wuhua Sect, a proud and arrogant person.

He looked at everyone: "Realist Caiqu also said just now that the ambushes suffered by the other three sects were all within the range of a few of them, and there were few casualties. Send more people..."

"Then how do you explain that Qimuzong has no survivors?" Han Yi frowned, obviously not accepting this statement.

According to the kid from the Cold Cloud Sect, the Emotional Demon Lotus Sect was just teasing them, but they all took it seriously and waited in full force all day long, isn't it a joke.

"Maybe the meaning of the Demon Lotus Sect is not to wipe them all out, and the subordinates of the Demon Lotus Sect who have accepted this order may not necessarily obey the order..."

Qu Zhenren said in a deep voice: "Could it be that the demon cultivator who went to ambush the Qimu Sect is born rebellious, murderous, and acts recklessly, so he can do whatever he wants..."

"good."

Venerable Fangyue said suddenly.She put down the teacup in her hand, as if thinking of something.

"And...according to what the Qimu Sect Master said, the sect's disciple Ming Pai felt that it was only a quarter of an hour between being attacked and no one survived. It can be seen that these demon cultivators act quickly and must obey those who give orders. This person It must have a very high prestige in the Demon Lotus Sect."

"Maybe it's also one of the protectors of the Demon Lotus Sect." Daoist Qu echoed from the side.

"I also think there is a protector of the same level as the white-faced ghost, but he is more ruthless than the white-faced ghost. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why the Qimu sect, who is also Fenglin Dazong, is in great trouble. Maybe it is because of the team leader. Demon cultivators are different." Zhu Zhenren, the leader of Fuguangzong, nodded, and then his face became slightly condensed.

"Hmph, maybe the members of Qimuzong are not strong enough, so how can they blame others." Han Yi said disdainfully.

"The Qimu Sect is similar in strength to our Fuguang Sect, so there is no reason why this would be the result."

Han Yi, who was sitting by the side, looked ugly. Seeing that the other sects had spontaneously accepted the hypothesis just now, and he was excluded like a clown, he felt angry.

"Then who is this person?" Qu Zhenren frowned.

Venerable Fangyue hesitated for the first time, her expression was cold: "I thought of someone..."

"Young master, do you want to buy a sugar figurine?" a roadside peddler yelled.

On the side shelf are shiny sugar figurines in various shapes.

Luo Xuanchuan stopped in his footsteps and glanced at the peddler.

The peddler who sold the sugar man felt a chill coming from the soles of his feet, and took a step back in fright, thinking that this young man looked quite evil.

Among other things, the eyes are scary.

Luo Xuanchuan suddenly walked to the booth and asked, "You have to do it yourself."

"Young master, do you want to do it yourself? It is not acceptable to do this..."

Seeing that the other party is still looking at him with this kind of eyes, it seems that if he refuses, his life will be lost.The peddler silently swallowed back the words that he wanted to reject in his heart.

He asked his daughter to take this son to the small workshop behind him, and it was up to him whether he could make it or not.

"But my lord, if you do it yourself, the price will be more than this..." The peddler made a gesture, and when he saw the other party looking over, he shrank his head back.

"Father!" A girl who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old said with her hands on her hips, and gave the peddler a hard look.

After entering the room, the girl took a look at the syrup she made in the morning, and said: "There is still a lot left here, just use this long spoon to carefully scoop the syrup and draw the pattern you want on the stone board, but If you don’t know, you can tell me, and I can also draw for you.”

"Ah!" She screamed, as if the thing in her hand had been ripped away by something.

What was originally in her hand was already held by Luo Xuanchuan.

The eighth trick: observe the other party's preferences, and then send some small gifts according to their preferences.

Luo Xuanchuan remembered that a long time ago, Meng Lingrong liked to eat sweets, although he hadn't seen her eat it yet...

But he subconsciously felt that the other party still liked it.

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