At the same time, somewhere else in Shuiyue Cave, there was a sound.

"A whirlpool of clouds, a jade shuttle, a light and thin shirt, and a light frown with double snails."

The sound is clear and crisp, like the rhythm of wind chimes, echoing in the deep mountains and old forests.

The two monks looked around with panic on their faces, showing no interest in listening.

Not far away from them, the blood-stained earth, and the dark red color was quietly rendering it on the black soil.

Those corpses were all cut off at the waist. The surprise, despair, fear, and even unwillingness on their faces turned out to be the most beautiful scenery in the eyes of the knife wielder.

When she painted her lips, she used blood, when she painted her eyebrows, she used blood. Even if her cheeks were red, she still used blood.

Her voice is very pleasant, just like the sound of a kingfisher in the mountain forest. The silence is filled with agility, and when it stops, some people scream and howl.

It overshadowed her voice, but she liked to listen to the passing moments of life.

It was a huge forest farm, with towering ancient trees that were hidden from the sky on all sides. When the sound came back, it was still as clear and crisp, and as sweet as ever.

The only remaining monk was holding a sword, his whole body was trembling and his face was pale. He kept changing directions, but he didn't know where the sound came from.

The woman no longer covered up, holding a knife in her slender hand. The curve on the knife was like a crescent moon, but it was blood red, just like the makeup on her face.

Every smile and every frown is natural and charming, even if you take a few steps lightly, there is a strange fragrance.

She added: "A whirlpool of clouds, a jade shuttle, a light and thin shirt, and a light frown with double snails."

The man was a little confused, his teeth were chattering, his eyes were splitting, and he was almost crazy.

No matter what she said!

But when the woman came with the knife in hand, her voice kept asking: "Is this the right make-up?"

The male cultivator couldn't bear it any longer. The energy all over his body suddenly exploded, and all his cultivation was condensed on the sword. He roared angrily and didn't care about anything else. When he raised the sword and stabbed it, he hit the target with one blow.

The young monk was immediately overjoyed, gritting his teeth and wanting to chop again.

But in an instant, he seemed to understand something. Under his sword, the figure was blurred, like a scene in the water, slowly dissipating.

The next moment, the young monk felt a chill in his waist, and then he felt his body flying until he fell.

With her head on the ground and her face tilted, she saw the graceful back of the female nun walking slowly and murmuring: "I don't know how to be charming..."

This scene is really weird, but the killing is real, but it is happening.

But Song Yu and others hadn't seen it yet, and it turned out that they themselves were in trouble.

It was a mountain waterfall with a roaring sound. There was a river below, and there were people on both sides of the river.

Song Yu was among them. On the left side of the river were he, Yue Linlang, and Li Ting. There was another person on the opposite side of the river bank.

This man is dressed in white, has a handsome face, and has a feminine beauty. Even Yue Linlang, who is a daughter, has to admit that if he were a woman, he would definitely be no less than her.

But just such a person made them frightened, and they were on full alert, not daring to move at all.

The man put his hands behind his back, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a smile: "I never thought that I would see two Taoist friends here. Brother Li Ting, are you okay?"

Song Yu listened on the sidelines, but he didn't expect that Li Ting knew this guy who was both male and female.

Although he was a little surprised, based on his toad's instinct, he felt that this person was very dangerous and it was best not to get close.

Li Ting cupped his hands and said: "It is said in the market that among the cultivators in the world, the only one who is below the golden elixir level and above the agility level is Yibai. I never thought that I would meet my Taoist friend at the martial arts competition, and I would actually meet him here."

The young man in white clothes on the other side smiled slightly: "Friend Daoist Li is too praised. Those rumors are actually exaggerated. Because of this, I didn't dare to participate in the martial arts competition. I was afraid of being laughed at by everyone in the world."

After a pause, Murong Bai looked Li Ting up and down, but did not even look at Yue Linlang, and said again: "I heard that fellow Taoist won the first prize, and got the most precious treasure among the magic weapons of that day, the Bichen Pearl. I don't know.

Brother Li, can you lend me my little brother to have a look?"

Being so outspoken, and even asking to borrow someone else's personal treasure, this request is really a bit too rude.

Normally, Li Ting would have gone crazy, but today he actually fell silent.

Song Yu looked at him sideways and saw that the corners of his eyes were twitching and his face turned blue. He must have been really angry, but he was still holding back.

Murong Bai, on the other hand, had a smile on his face, calm and relaxed, as if he was fine, but the more he looked like this, the more alert he became to Song Yu.

Because he knows very well that if a biting dog does not bark, this guy is really a person who hides a knife in his smile and a needle in his coat.

I just don't know if Li Ting can bear it and how long he can bear it.

Seeing Li Ting's delay in answering, Murong Bai's hands naturally dropped to his sides, but this small move made Song Yu and others nervous for a while.

However, before anything unexpected happened on their side, five or six rays of light suddenly flew out from above the waterfall, passing by extremely quickly.

Murong Bai raised his head, narrowed his red phoenix eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "It's really hard to find a place after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get it."

As he spoke, he glanced at Song Yu and others, flicked his right hand at his waist, and a sword light flashed slightly. The next moment, the man and the sword were in one body, rising up with the sword, turning into a white light, and disappeared in an instant.

After he disappeared, Yue Linlang let out a long breath. Looking at his senior brother again, his face was so gloomy that he could almost squeeze out water.

Song Yu originally thought that this matter would just go away, but Li Ting said: "The people who just flew over at high altitude were Li Kui and others from the Yinling Sect, and Murong Bai was very hostile to them, so there must be some

We have a great treasure with us, let’s go after it and take a look.”

"Senior brother, no, Murong Bai is known as the most agile monk in Tianjian Sect, and you are still injured. If we face each other, you will definitely suffer a loss. Why bother?"

Li Ting frowned, his face full of displeasure, but thinking of his junior sister's identity, he still held back and said: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, haven't you heard of this?"

Song Yu glanced sideways, never thinking that Li Ting had such thoughts, but how do you know that the enemy of the enemy does not refer to you?

But what Murong Bai did just now was really offending!

He, Li Ting, is a proud man of heaven in the Yu Ling Sect. This time, in some kind of martial arts competition, he crushed everyone and came first. How can he not be a little arrogant?

Is it just a question of whether the other party is willing to join forces with those from the Yin Ling Sect that he had ruined before? Or is this plan a bit too taken for granted?

But again, he is a toad and has no qualifications to express his opinion, so he can only follow these two people crazy.

Li Ting had already made up his mind and no longer hesitated. Regardless of Yue Linlang's reaction, he immediately flew up and chased after him.
Chapter completed!