Han Xiaoning felt that there was a disciple like the Ming Hall Master, the ancestors of this Spirit Blood Sect definitely didn't do anything good back then, and it was estimated that it was a bad retribution! Thinking about it like this, it really was, as if they really hadn't done anything good. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The reputation of the Spirit Blood Sect in the world of cultivating immortals is on par with that of the evil cultivators, thinking about it this way, it is really that the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, and the upper beam is crooked I don't know where it went, what good results can the lower beam have, one by one is not crooked.

"I said, can you put away the skeletons behind you?" Han Xiaoning and the hall master Fang said.

"Why!" the hall master asked with a puzzled expression, the skeleton was released just now, thinking that it could block the sword, arrow, and attack for him.

"I don't have a habit of walking with skeletons!"

"Uh...... Have you always lived so willfully?" After the hall master asked, he looked at Mo Zifeng, only to get a cold glance from Mo Zifeng, and in an instant, the hall master was honest and put away the skeleton.

Everyone didn't expect him to be so obedient, and they all looked puzzled, at this moment, the hall master really wanted to tell them one by one. That person is too terrible, the lethality of his eyes is too strong, don't look at me as if I am very powerful, but people are also afraid of death, which of you is not afraid, I can give you two skeletons!

"Okay, there is a trap ahead, everyone be careful, follow my pace!" said the Ming Hall Lord, who left first, followed by the Fang Hall Lord, for fear that the Ming Hall Lord would make a small move. And behind the hall master was the second prince, then Senior Sister Lu and Xiaoyuan, and finally Han Xiaoning and Mo Zifeng, as for Elder Feng who followed behind, everyone ignored it, and if they liked it, they would follow.

Every time the Ming Hall Lord walked out, he waited for a while before taking the second step, and this process was very slow, and sometimes the Fang Hall Lord would urge two sentences when he was in a hurry, but the Ming Hall Lord didn't seem to hear it at all, and ignored his urging.

In the eyes of the Ming Hall Lord, how could a person like the Hall Master know his hard work, what he knows is just a formula, or a short calculation, in order to know where to go next, don't look at this road is not long enough, if something goes wrong, they all have to die here!

But the hall master didn't know how to urge him or her strongly, which made the hall lord very annoyed! What do you want! Disturb yourself at this time, do you want to die?

"Otherwise, you go ahead?" said the Ming Hall Lord coldly.

The hall lord snorted coldly when he heard this, and he didn't continue to urge, in the eyes of the hall lord, this hall lord did it on purpose, but he wouldn't go to the front because of this, if everyone was wiped out, it would be his fault, and he wouldn't be so stupid.

"Next, follow!" The Ming Hall Lord calculated again, and it would take a lot of time each time.

In this case, Han Xiaoning will feel very bored, although she is a monk and has patience, but if she goes on like this, she always feels that she has nothing to do, let alone Xiaoyuan, who is a half-old child.

"Sister Xiao Ning, let's eat hot pot at night!" said Xiao Yuan, with an innocent face.

Although this kid is only five years old, but where is his age, his mind makes the ancestor of the Lingdan Sect a little immature, but he is a good one. Knowing that Han Xiaoning was bored at this time, he took the initiative to talk to Han Xiaoning, and just this sentence made the calculation of the Ming Hall Lord suddenly broken, and he couldn't think of it after thinking about it for a long time.

"Okay, eat hot pot, I like to eat that fish ball, and there is no little uncle!" the second prince hurriedly said.

"Yes. Han Xiaoning replied with a smile.

"Uncle Junior, can I make a request. The second prince said very energetically.

"You mention. ”

"I want to put less chili peppers. The second prince looked shy, like that, it was very unbearable to look at directly.

"I'll get you a mandarin duck pot, you can eat, Master's, I'll make it alone. Han Xiaoning wanted to be tolerant of his own people, and the second prince cheered when he heard this.

"Sure enough, it's still the little uncle who is the best for us!" The second prince was satisfied, he didn't dare to say this request before, but it was really that the little uncle has always been measured by the taste of the uncle and the ancestor, so that they all suffered with it!

"Okay, no!" Hall Master Fang listened to them discuss the hot pot, only to feel that his mouth was numb, that taste was really love-hate and hate-hate, did he want to eat it! Thinking like this, his mood became irritable, and he kept urging the Hall Master Ming.

"Alright!" the hall master took a sharp step, and then ...... It's a tragedy!

"What did you do!" asked the Hall Master in disbelief.

"So, why have you been urging me!" The Ming Hall Lord was also very annoyed. If it weren't for what they kept talking about hot pot, could he have miscalculated? Really, there is not enough success, and more than failure!

"You dare to rely on others when you make a mistake!" Looking at the constantly moving scenery, the hall master only felt a headache.

"Shut up!" The Ming Hall Lord only felt angry, and the heart of wanting to kill the Fang Hall Lord was really getting stronger and stronger!

"Shut up!" Han Xiaoning roared angrily, the two quieted down, Han Xiaoning looked at the scenery in front of him, it was obvious that this was a formation, and the killing intent in this formation was very strong.

Sure enough, after only a moment's effort, the light on the formation shone, and the red blood mist appeared one after another, these blood mist seemed to have tentacles, constantly squirming, and the direction they were in spread little by little, making people feel numb in their hearts.

And in the blood mist, there was a burst of sound of bones breaking, coupled with the giggling laughter, which made people feel that there was something evil hidden in it, and everyone couldn't help but retreat, not wanting to let the blood mist be stained with a little bit.

"What is this!" the Fang Hall Lord asked the Ming Hall Master.

"Oh no, how did this powerful thing come out!" The face of the Ming Hall Lord changed, and he was obviously frightened.

"What the hell are you talking about! Don't pretend to be a ghost here!" Skeletons appeared next to the hall master again, and this time, even a dozen appeared at once, obviously he felt that it was safer this way.

"It's useless, the grade of these skeletons of yours is too low to deal with this thing!" said the Ming Hall Lord, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"My Skeleton Warlord's level is not low at all, don't talk nonsense!" Hall Master Fang was very unhappy. This Ming Hall Lord is really stingy, and he is still hitting him at this time.