"No wonder!" Jia Jia chuckled suddenly, "Since the Chaos Five Elements Mirror can't be opened, why is it still so famous, could it be that it represents the face of our Kunlun?"

"This is only one thing," Mingxiu said, "but the other is that there is still a place in this world where the legendary immortal qi exists, but outsiders can't search for it." It had been a long time since that place had been opened, so long that it had almost become a legend, and everyone said about it. It is generally accepted that it is a secret realm that cannot be opened by normal means, and legend has it that there are still a few immortal qi in the world on that continent. ”

"Are you in Shenzhou?" Jia Jia heard and couldn't help but get angry.

"In the realm of the underworld. I don't even know how to open it. Mingxiu Zhenren smiled bitterly, "Otherwise, even if it is the realm of the underworld, I, Yue Mingxiu, have already been there ten times and eight times." ”

"The realm of the underworld?" The moment Mingxiu Zhenren mentioned these four words, Jia Jia suddenly had a feeling that she wanted to go to the realm of the underworld and take a walk. But before this feeling came out, she was startled by herself, and secretly pinched the thought. However, in his heart, he seemed to be uncontrollable, replaying the three roads leading to all parties outside the ancient city of Mo over and over again in his mind.

After talking with Mingxiu Zhenren for a while, Jia Jia took her leave, dragging her cheerful steps, humming all the way to Zang Jianfeng, but she didn't know that at this moment, there was already an uproar in her courtyard.

As soon as he stepped on the Tibetan Sword Blade, Jia Jia felt that there seemed to be a lot fewer monks on the road today than usual, but he didn't care about it until he walked all the way through the Law Enforcement Hall to his small courtyard. I saw the crowd on the inner and outer three floors surrounded in front of my small courtyard. It doesn't seem good.

Shouting "let go". "Let go", Zang Jianfeng Group Cultivators had already recognized Jia Jia as the owner of this small courtyard, and they all got out of the way, really making a way for her. The eyes of the people around her only made Jia Jia feel a little bad, until she walked to the front and looked at the monk who had fallen in front of the mess in front of the courtyard, his face swollen like a pig's head. Although he couldn't see his true face clearly, he was dressed in gorgeous clothes. Jia Jia still recognized it at a glance, wasn't this the monk who ran to his yard in the morning to be presumptuous?

This swollen masterpiece like a pig's head, Jia Jia looked at Gu Lang who was standing on the side with a solemn face: It must be him!

Thinking of this, Jia Jia couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, and stepped forward to salute Gu Lang: "Senior brother." ”

"Where have you been?" Gu Lang's face was not good.

"Eh, Lingzhifeng, I met Mingxiu Zhenren by the way, it's too late. "What Jia Jia said was concise and to the point.

"In the future, when these people come to look for trouble, they will just hit it directly. Gu Lang shook his hand and carried his hands behind his back. Like a straight green pine, "Remember." You are the disciple of the first seat of the hidden sword. He is so presumptuous, isn't he the face of my Tibetan Sword Blade, isn't it the face of my entire Tibetan Sword Blade?

"Okay, that's right!" As soon as he finished speaking, the original traces who were crowded in the circle to watch the excitement immediately began to applaud. This person on the ground really said that he was not popular on weekdays, and there were more people who were not used to seeing it, and he started with the original trace, and everyone applauded.

Although Gu Lang didn't say much, after many years of senior brothers and sisters, from his face, Jia Jia could see that his heart didn't seem to be as calm as it was on his face at the moment.

I couldn't help but try to shout in my heart: "Senior brother, senior brother, senior brother!"

After shouting more than ten times, Gu Lang's slightly irritable voice came out: "What's the matter?" This is much slower than the usual Gu Lang, Jia Jia is speechless.

"He's a disciple of Master Miao Wuhua, will he be okay like this?" asked Jia Jia with some concern.

"It's that Miao Wuhua's ancestor has beaten him with his own hands, and he will be fine. Gu Lang didn't care at all, but said, "Just tell me about this in the future." ”

Jia Jia pursed her lips, and she was a little depressed in her heart: This matter is completely caused by Gu Lang, Ye Qingge, the object of your scandal, is the source of this matter, I just happened to be affected.

Gu Lang didn't lean on Ye Qingge for this matter, but not only Jia Jia, but also someone else leaned on Ye Qingge, it was none other than the "pig-headed" face monk on the ground.

He snorted angrily, and although he couldn't hear it very clearly because of the lack of two teeth, he probably knew something. The gist of it is that you Gu Lang actually beat him for Ye Qingge's sake, and now you are just taking the opportunity to get angry, don't think that everyone doesn't know what to do.

Gu Lang's face darkened even more when he heard this: "Nonsense! I have nothing to do with Ye Qingge." ”

The more this kind of thing is explained, the more people will not believe it, Jia Jia pinched her nose, but she didn't hear it. Only the corner of his eye glanced at the people who suddenly realized, I really didn't expect Gu Lang to have today!

This matter made a fuss for a long time, and let the pig's head face scold angrily on the ground, but he didn't get any benefit, and then he was carried away in the noise of everyone.

The bustling fight finally ended, the yard was in a mess, Gu Lang stood silently for a long time, rolled up his sleeves, and began to clean up for her, which really jumped Jia Jia, and hurriedly ran forward and snatched the job in Gu Lang's hand: "Senior brother, don't do this job, I won't be here for a while." ”

Gu Lang's body stiffened slightly, and there was a trace of unnaturalness on his face, so he stood in place and watched Jia Jia finish cleaning up the yard and then ran to the peach tree, dripping with spiritual liquid.

Gu Lang didn't say anything for a long time, and Jia Jia didn't care, but only carefully dripped it on the seam.

Caught off guard, Gu Lang's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and Jia Jia's hand shook out of thin air, almost spilling the spiritual liquid.

It turned out that Gu Lang, who was stiff, had already recovered, and walked in front of Jia Jia, with a serious face: "This kind of thing will not happen again." ”

"It's okay!" Jia Jia let out a long sigh of relief, patted her chest and grinned, and continued to stare at the crack dripping.

Gu Lang's original height was not low, but now Jia Jia is squatting, the two of them are one high and one low, looking at Jia Jia's action of carefully dripping the spiritual liquid, Gu Lang only feels that even if she wins the title of "sect leader", she is just a little girl in the end, she still needs to stand behind him, and the corners of her mouth can't help but hook slightly: "How can there be no trouble, I am a man, or a senior brother, the master went to the East China Sea, I will protect you, what you do is just stand behind me." (To be continued.) )