Chapter 1412

"What are the findings?" Xia Qingchen asked.

Yunhua, as a disciple of Xiyuan Mani, knows more about the inside story.

"Not yet." Seeing that Xia Qingchen was interested, Yunhua immediately said what he knew: "the Beiyuan sword statue was badly hurt last time, and the tomb keeper suspected that it was the dark moon."

"The second tomb keeper personally ordered to investigate the dark moon members hiding in Linlang island."

"Unfortunately, after several days of investigation, nothing was found."

Xia Qingchen sighed slightly, but did not completely relax.

If the moon pearl does not leave Linlang island on the first day, it will be in danger on the first day.

After the meeting, she should be advised to leave anyway and not to stay any longer.

"Oh." Xia Qingchen pretended not to care, accompanied by walking, while beating around the bush.

When they reached the abyss, they stopped.

The human emperor tombs are suspended over the abyss. Unless they reach the mid moon level and can cross, ordinary people can only wait patiently for the human emperor tombs to send flying ladders to meet them.

When they came, crowds were already standing around the abyss.

The crowd is basically divided by generations, a group of elders, a group of older youth and a group of teenagers.

Yun Huaxin and Xia Qingchen came side by side, dazzling like her, and immediately attracted the attention of the whole audience.

"Cloud painting heart, come here." Suddenly, a thick sound was conveyed.

Xia Qingchen glanced sideways and found that it was a group of teenagers who shouted. He knew them better, but he was the son of Lei BA's superior. Lei wutrace.

When the abyss competed for the cultivation seat that day, they were in the camp of Gu Batong.

However, the relationship between them is very unpleasant.

At present, there are many familiar faces scattered around Lei Wuji, such as Han Xiangdong, Gu Batong, sister Xu and so on.

Without exception, they are all strong young people in Linlang island.

Yun Huaxin smiled and asked Xia Qingchen, "childe Xia, let's go."

Xia Qingchen doesn't want to go. Although he is a young man, he has another identity - the Lord of the territory!

Later, he will go into the temple with his elders to discuss the events of hell gate.

With them, if you go with your elders, it will inevitably lead to noise.

But if he wants to go, others don't like it.

"Those surnamed Xia are exempted. We only welcome the natives of Linlang island." Lei Wuji did not shy away from his discrimination.

Cloud painting's heart immediately turned unhappy, and Gu Batong couldn't hold his breath and complained, "what are you talking about? Can brother Xia be an ordinary mainlander? "

Even Gu Batong has a natural sense of superiority over his peers from the mainland.

However, he feared Xia Qingchen and never showed it.

"This is the rule!" Lei traceless glared at Gu Batong: "only the native people of Linlang island are eligible to join the gathering of people from Linlang island."

Cloud painting said, "young master Xia is different and is qualified to join us!"

She argued with reason and was not afraid of thunder's traceless arrogance.

Anyway, the wheel is outrageous and unreasonable. No one should be able to compare it with his teacher, Siyuan morni.

"I said no!" Lei traceless insisted that he had a lot of hostility to Xia Qingchen.

Cloud painting heart hummed: "I said, he is qualified!"

The two sides were at loggerheads and no one gave in.

Xia Qingchen is caught in the center and is in danger.

He didn't want to join the other party, and he didn't want yunhuaxin to argue with Lei wutrace for him. But if he expressed his intention to give up joining, wouldn't it make yunhuaxin inferior?

But if you insist on joining them, it is bound to make yunhuaxin continue to quarrel with Lei wutrace at any cost.

At this moment, a powerful and magnetic man's voice covered the audience with a frightening power.

"Shut up!" He said only three words, but each word was like a heavy hammer, hammering hard at their hearts.

Whether Gu Batong, Han Xiangdong, the son of the yuan master, or Lei Wuji, the son of Lei Ba, all stopped at the same time.

They looked back one after another and saw a young man in black armor sitting on the edge of the abyss.

On his right hand side, a huge man wide ancient sword was inserted.

Both hands are pinching the printing formula and silently practicing the mind method.

Faintly visible, wisps of moonlight poured from all directions and condensed into a small moon in its abdomen.

"The moon shines on Danhua, the symbol of the third round of the little moon." Someone whispered.

"On Linlang Island, there are only two such practitioners, one is Shan Qi and the other is Sima Changkong!"

"Is he alone? It has been closed for five years. Unexpectedly, the cultivation has reached the third round of the small moon! "

Cloud painting showed deep awe and said in a low voice, "Shan Qi is a disciple trained by the tomb keeper. Among his peers in Linlang Island, he has always ranked second, second only to Sima Changkong."

On the face of it, the descendants and closed door disciples of the four great yuan masters are the highest ranking peers in Linlang island.

But in fact, the tomb keeper also has disciples.

But their disciples all studied in the emperor tombs on earth, never went out, and few people saw them.

He turned his back to the crowd, his tone was flat, but he was overbearing: "people outside the island are not allowed to participate in people's gatherings inside the island."

Although he was dissatisfied, he dared not refute.

In contrast, Lei Wuji looked at Xia Qingchen with an arrogant posture.

Instead of being disappointed, Xia Qingchen looked relaxed and could resolve the dispute without joining them.

At this time, a pleasant voice came: "young master Xia, come here."

Xia Qingchen turned his head and couldn't help smiling.

But on the other side, there are a group of teenagers, and Xia Qingchen is very familiar with them.

Among them, there are Dashizi and three princes from zhongyun territory, Sanskrit Miao, Zhang Xiaofeng and Yu Tingtong from Liangjing, and the night devil dome from the night family

Familiar faces make Xia Qingchen feel familiar.

Especially the Sanskrit sound.

Others don't know that she is actually a slave controlled by Xia Qingchen, and she has cultivated the martial arts of national beauty and natural fragrance. No one can match her.

It seems that Xia Qingchen found that he looked at himself, and the beautiful eyes of Sanskrit gave him a charming look of all kinds.

Xia Qingchen smiled faintly.

"Hum!" A disgruntled nostril hummed and looked sideways, but Yu Tingtong leaned aside and didn't look at Xia Qingchen.

She was particularly unhappy that Xia Qingchen accepted the flattery of others.

"All men are the same." Yu Tingtong's tone is as empty as ever.

Xia Qingchen smiled faintly, but her eyes were looking for it.

Since Yu Tingtong came, the emperor's unification should also follow?

His one-year appointment with the emperor left less than one month.

One month later, it was time for Xia Qingchen to fulfill his promise and destroy the pulse of Yu family（ (continue to update between 7:00 p.m. and 8:00 p.m.)