Chapter 112

Wind and thunder pass, the city is towering.

The southern end of the city, which has always been famous as a military town, is even more magnificent.

On the top of the city, there are many Jiashi, constantly back and forth, and Koi masters in black robes, swimming around.

At the gate of the city, the woman in purple pulls the bald monk and goes out of the city in a hurry.

"Let's go, let's go. It's not easy to see the God of guantianzong. Don't miss it."

The woman in purple has an anxious face, pulling the monk's wrist, and her tone is anxious.

The young monk from Leiming Temple just looked down at the slender hand on his wrist. His face was slightly red and shy. He couldn't hear the woman in purple at all.

The woman in purple holding the monk naturally attracted many people's attention.

Unfortunately, neither the monk nor the woman in purple ever noticed. Ziyi just wants to see the God of guantianzong earlier, while the monk just wants the woman to lead him.

After leaving the city, there is a post road, and there are not many pedestrians.

It seemed that Ziyi was tired at last. She stopped panting and turned her head. Just as she wanted to speak, she saw the monk's face was slightly red and his eyes were always on her hands.

The woman in purple finally realized that something was wrong. She let go of her hand and jumped out of the room and said, "what are you doing? What are you looking at? "

Monk a Leng, finally come back to God, cheeks slightly red, smile innocent way: "girl, I did not do anything."

Then the woman in purple realized that she was too worried to give and take care of the incompatibility between men and women, so she took the monk and ran out. It's a pity that women are not so easy to admit their mistakes?

But the woman hesitated a little, then her face changed, her hands akimbo way: "little monk, I tell you, don't hit my attention, my girl is one of the best in Fenglei pass, but she will marry a peerless master in the future, you should die early."

That relief monk stares big eyes, a face surprised shock, for a long time way: "want to marry peerless master?"

The woman in purple nodded and said, "of course! That kind of wind and rain, one step can walk dozens of miles of the top master

Relief monk immediately some eat shriveled, bowed his head dejected, way: "that is not what top master?"

Hearing this, the woman in purple was even more angry. She got close to the monk and said, "isn't that a master? If you have the ability, you can walk dozens of miles at a time? "

"Naturally." The monk suddenly looked up with a sly smile.

The woman in purple, who was startled, jumped back two steps, walked away, put her hands on her chest and said, "I tell you, you're a monk. Don't think of any bad ideas! I'm not a girl to be provoked. I am a member of the Lu family! If something happens to me, you thunder temple will follow me! "

Relieved, he laughed, shook his head and said, "of course not. I have no malice."

However, the next moment, the monk then took a step forward.

Just a seemingly slow step, he jumped in front of the woman in purple. Without waiting for her reaction, he put his hand on the woman's shoulder.

Take another step!

Ten feet in one step!

The woman in purple suddenly opened her eyes and was shocked. She only felt that she was floating in the air, and her body was speeding up.

Take another step, the city of Fenglei pass is already ten miles away!

The coast of the South China Sea.

The towering boulder by the sea is still rough.

Xin Zi holds the sword with one hand and stands by the sea, with a look of killing.

Opposite, you barefoot woman in white, slender, hands holding scroll, look calm, quite proud.

"Who are you? Where did you get him? "

Xin Zi looks gloomy and full of murders.

Just now, in front of her eyes, the woman in white, the scroll in her hand clearly gushed out a simple breath, and then Su Chunsheng disappeared in the same place. And that strong and simple flavor also disappeared with the disappearance of Su Chunsheng.

Xin Zi's practical cultivation of shangjiujing is unable to perceive Su Chunsheng's existence.

Can someone really disappear out of thin air?

But the woman standing barefoot on the boulder turned her head slightly, looked at Xin Zi, then frowned and whispered: "girl, these things have nothing to do with you. I advise you to leave now."

Xin Zi cold voice way: "if I don't?"

The barefoot woman rolled her eyes, shrugged her shoulders and said, "whatever you want."

Xin Zi is furious, and her sword Qi rises suddenly.

One handed sword and down, a sword gas suddenly gushed out, shot at the opposite woman.

However, the woman in white was slightly stunned and quickly retreated, and her figure drifted to the sea at the next moment.

The woman in white, who had dodged a blow, was obviously shocked. Obviously, she didn't expect that the woman in front of her was so strong.

Unfortunately, after all, she underestimated Xin Zi.

The next moment, a pair of hands has been pinched in the white woman's neck, a sharp sword, along with the trend of the woman's slender white neck.

"Believe it or not, I killed you?"

Xin Zi sneered.

The woman in white finally appeared in a panic and wanted to break free, but a Qi machine had already poured in from her neck.

Bang!

A dull sound came out. The woman in white vomited a mouthful of scarlet blood, and the white gauze on her face turned red instantly.

"I'll ask you one last time, where has he gone. Don't test my patience

Xin purple cold voice way.

The woman in white finally looked silly. How could her accomplishments in zhongjiujing be so poor? Seeing this, the woman opened her mouth and said in a hurry: "in the water moon cave, in the scroll, the Su family boy entered the scroll."

Xin Zi frowned, obviously not believing.

Shuiyue Dongtian is naturally a small world filled with Qi, but there is no circulation of Qi here.

The barefoot woman in white seemed to be aware of the crisis and quickly opened the scroll in her hand.

In the scroll, an ink painting appears.

In the painting, a man climbs a mountain.

The scroll of the painting is erratic. The person in the scroll is Su Chunsheng, and it seems to be walking slowly. The ink in the scroll also moves slowly.

"This is the Su kid."

The woman in white looked frightened and said in a hurry.

Xin Zi frowned and stared at the scroll. The scene in the scroll was very familiar.

Jiuxiao mountain!

The waves are surging.

At this time, several people came from the distance.

"Who are you, sir? Why are you holding my disciples?"

A woman's rage came with it.

Xin Zi stares at the scroll. When she hears this, she is even more angry. She doesn't turn her head back and waves a sword.

Boom!

Above the sea, the waves rise in an instant, just like thunder, raising water spray after water spray, and the momentum is frightening.