Chapter 646: Great show

Rong Xian took a deep look at Yun Youfeng, and he saw his heart beating, his expression stiffened, and then he turned his head.
"Since you're curious, let's go and see." Rong Xian's tone was as pale as white water.
The tone of the person buried here could not be heard from her tone.
Qu Lang and Qu Qianqian looked at each other, and Qu Qianqian said, "Daddy, are you ready to treat Dan?"
Qu Lang: "... are you injured?"
Qu Qianqian glared at her father and cast a glance at Xia Rongxian, before returning to her father: "I was worried that Yun Youfeng would find out the truth for a while and couldn't accept it. Mind is chaotic. "
Qu Lang: Even if he really wants to get into the body and get confused, it has nothing to do with Healing Dan.
Who told this prodigal daughter that Healing Dan could heal the demon.
Qu Langqiang tolerated himself, so he did not show a shy expression.
They soon came to this grave. The grave was extremely simple. The grave bag surrounded by moonlight was clean and there was nothing. It seemed that some people were often cleaning, but they were careful not to hurt the surrounding flowers .
In front of the grave, a stele with gengjin's spirit lingered around with a faint sword gas.
Although the sword qi is not heavy, it can't help looking at Rong Xian. The sword qi feels like Rong Xian.
Clouds and breeze are light, and no edges and corners can be seen, hiding their edge in the depths.
There are several neat characters written on this monument: the tomb of Rongmen Rongshi.
Alas, peers, the glorious meaning of jade.
The person buried here has a proud son named Yu.
Yun Youfeng looked at the strange name, and the ghost sent the to step forward, his voice tremblingly asked, "Who is this?"
Rong Xian glanced at him and said slowly: "It's an old man."
"..." Yun Youfeng's expression was stubborn, and you showed me this when you took off your pants? !!
Yun Youfeng didn't know if he should be relieved or lost. He felt that the people buried here were not as insignificant as Rong Xian said.
Rong Xian thought about it, and frankly replied, "This is my sister."
Yun Youfeng was stung a bit, how he never knew that Rong Xian had a sister.
Yunyou Feng asked curiously, "Why never heard you mention her?"
Rong Xian bent her mouth, gentle and airy: "I mentioned it, but none of you took it to heart."
She mentioned Hanxi many times, but she was blinded by a mallet, which is not to blame her for being too reserved.
Rong Xian thinks falsely.
She stepped forward two steps and came to the tombstone.
The eyes were clean and gentle, and there was tranquility between the eyebrows, and there was a peaceful temperament all over his body, and it seemed that even the robes that were softly blown by the breeze were stained with a little medicine.
"I listen to you and have been trying to be a good doctor." Rong Xian said suddenly.
Her voice was soft and soft, as if not a little heavy, but the light sorrow made a few people smile.
You said, if I want to live clean, then I will be frank and live clean.
If you wish, can you surprise me one day, as Rong Jing reappears in front of me.
Even if we are all related, even if we do n’t know each other, we just need to live.
Rong Xian sighed, reached out his hands subconsciously and wanted to take the sorrowful wine out of his arms, but felt empty.
Then she thought of her current state.
Rong Xian's eyes fell on Yun Youfeng's body. She leaned forward, moved her nose, and smiled: "The fragrance on You Feng's body is very attractive."
This playful utterance came out of Rong Xian's mouth, making people startled.
Immediately afterwards, Rong Xian Shi Shiran said: "Yichi's forgetfulness wets his clothes, and he is so blessed."
Someone wants to take a sip of forgetfulness, but it is difficult to go to heaven.
Some people wash clothes with forgetfulness.
Rong Xian took a deep breath and was quite moved in her heart: jealousy separated me from the wall.
This way of thinking, Rong Xian subconsciously ignored the reason why Yun Youfeng fell into Jiuquan.
Yunyou smirked twice, and then carefully took out a colorful wine jar from his arms.
He stretched out his hands with pain in his face. In Rong Xian's eyes, his face twitched and said, "This is forgetfulness. There is only so much left. You can save it."
Rong Xian blinked, and there was a smile in her eyes.
She didn't reach out to pick it up. Where did the wine cloud and wind come from, she knew it well.
She groaned for a moment and said, "Looks like you are so generous, I'll send you a message you care about most."
Yun Youfeng's consciousness is tight. For so many years, he cares nothing more than San Niang.
Does Rong Xian know the whereabouts of San Niang?
Reason tells him not to listen or believe.
Rong Xian only has a residual soul, and she has been buried in an underground palace for nearly ten years. What can she know.
But subconsciously, he couldn't help but believe every word of Rong Xian.
Yun Youfeng was silent for a long time before he said, "You say."
He found out that his voice was hoarse and powerful.
Rong Xian straightened her hair, and Yun Dan said lightly, "I'm still alive."
Yunyou Feng yelled, "I know, I know ... Ga?"
When Rong Xian heard him say this, she was really emotional: "It turned out that You Feng already knew it, and it really is my friend."
Yunyou Feng heard it, and was almost not strangled by himself.
He was embarrassed to inform Rong Xian that he had just thought of where he had gone.
When he touched his face, he didn't know if it was fortunate or embarrassing, simply Rongxian didn't discover the truth.
Didn't Rong Xian find out?
No, she is best at hiding.
Rong Xian said slowly: "You don't have to feel lucky."
Yun Youfeng: "... I accidentally expressed my thoughts?"
Rong Xian leaned towards the side of the tombstone and slightly raised his lips, making him more relaxed and comfortable: "You didn't say, but your expression is too obvious."
Yun Youfeng touched his face subconsciously, and felt that he was still expressionless, and it was obvious there.
Obviously, this demon is thinking about something, but nothing.
Feng Yan laughed twice and licked her face before she said, "Master, you are so good."
Rong Xian grunted, and showed little love to apprentices who seemed to be ridiculous because their vocabulary was too scarce.
When it comes to this matter, Feng Yan suddenly lost her breath.
"I just, I just heard your legend. I went to Shiqiaoyu to look at it, but ..." Feng Yan said with a red neck.
Where did he know he would wake up a sleeping demon after running.
Fortunately, at the last minute, the Master appeared to rescue him, otherwise he would only be cold.
"This is really Rongxian Cheng, Rongxian defeat."
Don't get me wrong, this is not what Yun Youfeng said or Feng Yan said.
It was from Qing Er who didn't hold back his lips.
Qing Er regretted speaking, and he wished to block his mouth, which was a pity.
Then how to say it: #Talk out and pour out the water. #
As soon as he looked up, he met Rong Xian's pair of phoenix eyes with a smile.
Qing Er: "..."
Qing Er covered her face silently, persuading her to whisper.
Rong Xian seemed to suddenly think of something, and asked curiously, "How is Zeng Shui's body?"
As the wife of the owner of Qingbo City, Qingbo took good care of it for so many years, and I do not know what it would look like in the hands of the rough man who finally returned to Qing Er.
Qing Er's face changed slightly, and when Rong Xian looked at him indifferently, he barely raised a smile, and honestly replied, "Shuier has recovered well and can already live like an ordinary person."
It was hard to hide his comfort and joy in his tone.
He had never expected that the water would wake up, but he did not expect her to wake up.
Seeing his appearance, Rong Xian's anger was not smooth again.
Her younger sister was lying alone in the dark ground, why was Qing Er showing off his brotherhood in front of him, which was too uncomfortable.
She lowered her eyes slightly, and there was a glimmer of light in her eyes.
"Did I not tell you that Zeng Shui had been hurt for a long time. Even if she could wake up, it would also prevent her from living, and she would not live long." Rong Xian poked at her painfully.
Qing Er clenched his fists, his face was ugly.
The corners of his lips were white and his eyes trembled sharply.
"Oh-" Rong Xian issued a monosyllable with unknown meaning. "You seem to know."
As soon as Rong Xian's eyes darkened, the pure black eyes at this time seemed like a deep night, like the ink that couldn't be changed: "You will comfort yourself more than I thought."
Is this the legendary # 得过 而 过 #?
Does anyone comfort themselves like this?
Rong Xian's thoughts are more like heart than it seems.
Didn't she forget the sadness she once felt as time passed?
Thinking of this, Rong Xian looked at Yun Youfeng side by side, silent for a while, and wrote lightly: "Amei's forgetfulness tastes good, if you have leisure, you can try it."
Yunyou wind was stunned, wasn't he talking about Qing Er just now? Why did he just turn to him?
The next moment, Yun Youfeng's body froze, and the whole person was stunned.
He froze, with in his eyes the despair and numbness that he had not found fighting.
"Rong Hong ..."
Yun Youfeng choked, feeling that his throat seemed to be blocked, and he spoke around and around his mouth, just unable to speak the rest.
After a long time, when Yun Youfeng finally calmed down, his voice was awkward: "Rong Ye is San Niang?"
Rong Xian is not ill, but with a serious face: "It's real."
Yun Youfeng stumbled.
He thought he was ready, but when it came to the end, he found that those preparations were useless.
He frowned, and hurled towards the tombstone.
Rong Xianyang slapped people away with a slap, then cleared his throat, revealed a slightly pure smile, with an unscrupulous perfunctory, said in a straightforward tone: "Yu Feng will not blame me Right, it's you who is about to rush, I just react instinctively. "
Qu Qianqian took a few steps subconsciously, and could not help looking at the Yunyou Feng being photographed into the mud with sympathetic eyes for a long time.
What is so frustrating in the end is that I have to run to the big devil.
The endless sea waves are turbulent, and a fairy-like mountain is suspended above the waves. This is the legendary sacred mountain.
On the sacred mountain, the two masters of immortality and demon retreat all year round and ignore the customs.
However, in the past hundred years, the two demons had frequent frictions, and the flames of war spread across the sacred mountain with a thunderbolt. Without the knowledge of the two lords, the two sides have been endless.
The two armies confronted each other, and the two lords were forced to exit the customs and came to the battlefield.
"Respect the Lord with your heart, don't see him for a long time, don't come without any fuss." Above the clouds, Shen Xiyu, the monarch of Haotian Fairy, had the temperature and indifference without any emotion. He seemed to be only thirty years old, and those pairs looked down, and Yun Cun Yun Shu's clear eyes were daunting.
Opposite him, Rong Xian leaned against the cloud chair in a black dress lazily, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was full of sarcasm: "Of course, no problem, after all, you Haotian Xianzong hasn't hit my unintentional cliff, I can sleep peacefully."
Shen Xi smiled bitterly. He had no idea how to fight it. He was taken out by the elders and sent to the battlefield during the retreat. He is still confused: "The Lord is laughing and joking, there is you, and the heartless cliff is better than iron. The bucket is still safe. "
Rong Xian grinned, her white fingers rubbing against a string of flowers embroidered by red silk threads on a black dress, like a bell, her aggressive and beautiful face made her even more imposing: "Oh."
A sarcastic tone was given to Shen Xi, and this difficult-to-communicate appearance made the two parties fall into a weird silence. Shen Xi knew that if he didn't speak, the Lord could rest with him here in the wild.
In the end, Shen Xi spoke first: "Respect the Lord, there will be no progress after fighting. If we win, if you win, Haotian Xianzong will see a person without a cliff in the future and retreat a thousand miles away. If I win, the magic power Shrink the unintentional cliff. "
This kind of fight for children to play house is really boring. From their perspective, even if all the people below are killed, it is just a small fuss.
Rong Xian narrowed her eyes, and Shen Xi's proposed play fit her. The most important thing was that she was very busy and had no time to fight. I believe Shen Xi is the same. To their point, hard cultivation is the main thing. These tedious things will only make them feel that they are wasting time.
However, Rong Xian did not decide directly, but instead turned to ask the Ningyue Lord around him: "Ningyue, what do you think?"
Ningyue sneered and said arrogantly, "Zhong Xiu is the number one in the world. How can Shen Xi compare with Zun Shi."
Rong Xian glanced at her in surprise, feeling that she was a bit abnormal, and the usual condensing month was not like the madness of the people in the world. Could it be that she has been in retreat for a long time, so that the condensation moon has swelled to an uncontrollable level?
She decided to teach Ningyue well after the war, so that she would definitely be disadvantaged after she knew the heights and heights: "Looking at Ningyue means agreeing with this battle."
The words fell, and the next moment she had appeared in the void, her skirts were mopping the ground, and a sense of grace and luxury was revealed in the coldness and coldness: "Fight."
After getting approval, Shen Xi's figure disappeared from the cloud and came to Rong Xian. He can calm down this inexplicable battle with the fastest speed, and he is also very happy. He still hasn't finished things, and he has to deal with the elders before he can get away.
The two lords fought, and the two powerful forces below also retreated separately, making room for the two strong men.
Ningyue Yue stood in the clouds and glanced at the four elders who were watching the battle in the opposite direction.
In the void, the momentum between Rong Xian and Shen Xi climbed steadily, flying around the rocks in the miles of sand, and the hilltop was crushed into flat ground by two momentums.
It wasn't cut, it was solidified.
Such a peak force makes everyone fascinated.
The two move at the same time, and no one can see the battle between them. After all, the two are already the strongest in this world.
Rong Xian's long skirt did not have any influence in the matchup, and she raised her hands to carry the majestic power of the world.
Shen Xi looked a little surprised. He had never played against Xi Xinzun. This was the first time.
It is clear to the rest of the Holy Mountain the reputation of the Lord, or even people outside the Holy Mountain.
Thousands of years ago, when he became famous, he could kill Fan Chen a few times with his own power. Numerous Xiuxianmen and Taoism were extinct. Even the magic prison could not take her. Blood flew up into the void at that time, letting Fangtian go down for three full days of blood rain.
The method of restoring the heart to the Lord is fierce and kills countless people. It is surprising that such a cruel person can cultivate to this state without being devoured by the demon. As a result, Shen Xi found that this man was fierce and fierce, but his breath was pure, and he was not disgusting and disgusting like other demons.
Although unexpected, Shen Xi's movements were not relaxed at all, and each move was toward the dead end of the hood.
Rong Xian is also easy to block. Both of them want to reach a higher level. They also try to test each other. When the temptation is almost done, they use their best tricks to prove each other's way.
After Shen Xi dodged Rong Xian's killing moves, his killing arrived quietly, and he rushed towards Rong Xian's Dantian. Rong Xian's body moved and he was about to escape, but found that his body was out of control.
An unfamiliar poison was quickly destroying her meridians, pouring into her dantian.
Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she was counted!
She only drank a cup of tea after leaving the customs, and the poison was in that cup of tea!