Chapter 1650

"No, it's said that the little martial uncle came back to his family alone. He came to our Shengfa peak as soon as he came back." The disciple replied.

"What do you mean, she just came back, where did she go?" Swing sword subconsciously asked.

"It's said that it's Fengming collection." The disciple didn't care, so he replied casually.

"Ah Chang Wanfa and the swing sword faltered at the same time, and his heart full of joy became cool.

What good can luoen do if he goes to fengmingji? The Holy Spirit stone, which she just gathered together, won't be completely defeated by her again? The two elders shivered at the same time, and an ominous premonition floated in their hearts again.

"When did she go to fengmingji? Why didn't you report to us earlier?" With desperation, swing sword roared angrily.

As soon as they came back, they sent trusted disciples to stare at Qingxi Valley secretly and ordered them to report to them as soon as she stepped out of Qingxi valley. However, they all went to Fengming and returned to nanlizong, and then they received the news.

"I don't know. It seems that I went there three days ago. Besides, the two elders didn't let me report to you." The disciple muttered and explained.

Chang Qiu and his disciples looked at each other again. It's no wonder they didn't receive the news. According to this statement, it's a strange thing that they didn't go to fengmingji until they left. Even before they told their trusted disciples to keep an eye on them, they should receive the news.

How could Ron be so active when he's a loser? He's a natural loser!

"Come on, it's not his fault. He doesn't know anything. Don't get angry with him." Chang Wanfa waved his hand and said to the disciple, "go down first."

This disciple is not a confidant of them. He doesn't know anything and can't be angry with him.

"Chang Changlao, what should we do now As soon as the disciple left, the swing sword stood up again and turned around like an ant on a hot pot.

"Don't worry, let her come first." Chang Wanfa has always maintained his steadfast attitude in front of the swing sword, so as to show his outstanding demeanor. This time is no exception, but when he talks, he rubs his hands constantly, and his uneasy mood is no better than that of the swing sword.

"That's the only way." The swing sword sat down.

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At the same time, in the closed door of Qingxi Valley, Gu Fenghua still prints his hand again and again.

On the simple and unsophisticated furnace body of Yaomu Ding, thousands of new runes are shining in gold, forming a mysterious and complex Rune array, which seems to have more mysterious aura.

But Gu Fenghua's face is getting paler and paler, and the speed of making fingerprints in her hands is getting slower and slower. It seems that every time she makes a fingerprint, she has to use up all her strength and all her mind.

All of a sudden, there was a buzzing sound full of anger and killing in the stove. Gu Fenghua was shocked all over, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his hands, which were printing his fingerprints, stopped at the same time.

"Fenghua!" Dan furnace, ghost Ye son worried exclamation.