Chapter 4761

Yanxian, or even dingxiu, who can represent Heishan crystal stone and is inseparable from this thing, knows that there is only one person - the son of the little emperor Yanxian.

At present, in this northern Tianxian state, there are several stalls selling black mountain spar, which seems to be a subconscious build-up.

The sword matchless has faintly detected the undercurrent surging under the calm lake.

"This time, I'm afraid our whereabouts will be more secret. Let's postpone approaching childe Mo first." Sword matchless whispered.

Spring and autumn glanced at the young monk who was packing and leaving, "is something happening?"

He shook his head and then said, "the situation is unknown. Let's follow him first."

Chen Qing and Chun Qiu nodded. At this time, the young friar had packed up, but he didn't leave. Instead, he carried his hands and toured the Heavenly City with great interest.

Jianwushuang three people also kept a certain distance and explored his whereabouts.

The young friar, with a broken flower bag on his shoulder and a decent long shirt that is not expensive, seems to have traveled a long way to Xianzhou to experience the top practice of pilgrimage.

The sword peerless was a hundred meters behind the young Friar and watched his every move with divine consciousness.

But this situation did not last long. Soon, with hundreds of cranes coming suddenly, haohaodang flew over his head and startled Jianwu's eyes.

After the cranes soared and left, there was no half shadow of the young monk in front.

The way of heart was terrible. The sword looked behind him. Chen Qing and Chunqiu understood it and rushed away in different shapes.

The disappearance of the young Friar's body means that the clue is interrupted. In this sensitive season, the sword is unparalleled, and no difference is allowed.

The three bodies are tracing in different directions.

The top buildings flying up and down gradually became sparse. In spring and autumn, they ran forward along a street.

At the same time, the Xianfu Pavilion on both sides of the road began to blur.

The anxious spring and Autumn period was completely unaware of the changes around him. When a crisis suddenly appeared in his mind, it was already late.

A rag of broken flowers suddenly strangled the neck of Chunqiu from behind, and then an irresistible trend came.

He was so badly hurt that he almost fainted in front of his eyes. Even if he wanted to move his fingers, it was difficult.

The body shape holding a broken flower wide cloth around the neck of Chunqiu is the young monk who disappeared before.

At the moment, in his eyes, he only killed the opportunity fiercely, and he was under unprecedented pressure, which could not be controlled by the ancestral level top repair.

One hand controls the spring and Autumn period, and the other carries the palm of the general trend and points to it like a knife, cutting to his origin without hesitation.

However, at this time, the change is steep!

"Hiss -"

The sound of the exchange of gold and iron rang through, and the border laid by the young friars was smashed, and a little cold light came.

When the young friar noticed this scene, his palm, which had been cut to the source of spring and autumn, suddenly changed, and directly blasted forward.

The two collided, sending out a shock and offsetting each other.

A middle-aged figure with vicissitudes of life later appeared, holding an invisible sword and staring at him.

The four eyes were opposite. The killing opportunity in the young Friar's eyes soon disappeared. Then he suddenly threw Chunqiu in the past and took advantage of this opportunity to escape directly.

Sword matchless reached out to catch spring and autumn, stared at front, and did not catch up.

"Cough, brother Jian, you saved my life again..." Chunqiu covered his neck and his blue and purple complexion gradually recovered.

In the short fight just now, jianwushuang judged that the strength of the other party was extremely strong, which could not be the ancestral level realm seen earlier.

If the young friar is determined to fight, I'm afraid he will be badly hurt.

At this time, Chen Qing also came. Seeing this scene, he quickly asked, "how about catching that guy?"

Jian Wushuang shook his head. "I'm afraid something will change this time."

"Are they eagles and dogs under the son of Mo?" Chen Qing frowned.

"If the eagle and dog under the master Mo's seat are OK, I'm afraid. He's not." The sword is matchless and slowly way.

Chen Qing reminded, "brother Jian, let's leave here first. It's really bad if we run into childe Mo's men."

Jianwushuang nodded. At the moment, they are already on the top of a fairy mountain far from Tiancheng.

The young friar seemed to have some unique magic power. As early as the scenes in the eyes of spring and autumn had been blurred, he was actually lured out of Tiancheng.

If Jian Wushuang didn't feel his breath away and help him in time, it would be impossible for spring and autumn to live.

Three body shapes then left without leaving half a trace.

After jianwushuang decided to postpone approaching childe Mo, the three lived in a Heavenly City in the North Tianxian Prefecture.

"Brother Jian, otherwise, we'd better find out where childe Mo is in Xianzhou during this time, and we won't be unprepared to go straight to his hometown at that time."

In a fairy mansion Pavilion, the sword sitting against the window is unparalleled, listening to Chen Qing's lonely complaints.

Finally, he said faintly, "let's wait for a while. We're not going to kill childe mo. if we have a choice, try not to fight."

"Although I say so, I'm afraid I have no choice when I enter the palace of Childe mo." Chen Qing sighed.

Spring and autumn covered his neck and said, "anyway, we must be careful. I also feel that we are not peaceful this time."

While they were talking, the ground quietly rolled up a touch of floating dust, and then seven people, dressed in coir raincoats and hats, stepped into the fairy mansion Pavilion in turn.

The sword's unparalleled eyes also locked these visitors in an instant.

Looking through the hat, he saw that the bodies of the seven old guests were all middle-aged, and their eyes were indifferent and dull, as if everything outside had nothing to do with them.

After entering the Xianfu Pavilion, the seven old guests did not stop more, but went to the wing room on the top floor to have a rest.

"Don't tell me, these coir raincoats and hats are dressed in style and have a sense of independence." Chen Qing looked at the back of those old guests and analyzed them.

Jianwushuang didn't speak. His eyes had been attracted.

He saw that the old guests in coir raincoats had a sharp breath hidden to the extreme under the coir raincoats.

Only sword peerless can keenly detect the unique sharp breath.

"They are all good swordsmen. It's interesting..."

An old guest, led by him, seemed to have all the senses and cast a glance in his direction very secretly.

The four eyes were opposite. Only for a moment, the old guest took back his eyes, and then all the seven figures disappeared into the wing room.