Just as Chef He was about to say that he didn't know, he heard a shocking loud noise coming from the direction of the main peak.

The two of them followed the sound and saw the dazzling and bright glow above the Sanqing Hall on the main peak, like the rising sun in the sky.

The sword broke through the sky and turned into a loud noise, and the bells sounded clear and sweet. However, the two sounds were mixed together at this moment, but there was an indescribable harshness that made people's eardrums sting, and they couldn't help but cover their ears.

Chef He gasped loudly and immediately looked uncomfortable.

At this moment, two figures were looming, fighting in the air, and a man and a woman could be vaguely seen.

The man holds a sword and the woman dances with silk.

"It's Uncle Liu!"

Without waiting for Chang Ming to question, Chef He revealed the other party's identity.

"The other one seems to have met the witch from the Blood Sect. Did they get involved?"

The farther away you are, the more comprehensive the picture will be.

Although Chang Ming is now in poor health and his cultivation has not yet recovered, his eyesight has not disappeared.

In just a short moment, he could conclude that Liu Xiaoyu was going to lose.

Sure enough, after a stick of incense, the light of the sword became weaker and weaker. Ling Dui took advantage of the weakness and stepped in, firmly twisting the sword body, and his true energy took advantage of the situation and twisted the sword into powder.

Liu Xiaoyu flew backwards and landed on the ground, disappearing from the sight of the two of them. She must have been seriously injured.

Chef He let out a breath of anger, his expression was indescribably disappointed.

But this was expected from Chang Ming's point of view.

The genius of cultivation in the eyes of Qixian Sect disciples is, after all, only a genius of Qixian Sect.

What's more, seeing this envoy from the Blood Sect is indeed a bit unusual.

The victory or defeat of this battle is insignificant to Chang Ming, but it is a crucial battle for the Qixian Sect.

Afterwards, not only Chef He sighed, but almost everyone Chang Ming met looked gloomy and frowned.

Everyone knows very well that Liu Xiaoyu may not be able to avoid the fate of meeting the Blood Sect.

In the eyes of outsiders, Qixian Sect can hand over even its direct disciples, so it may be difficult for them to achieve anything.

Seeing that Chef He was not in the mood to check whether the morning mushrooms were fresh, Chang Ming put down the basket and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Knowing that the old injury was about to resurface, he quickly found an excuse to leave and returned to his residence first.

His current body is like a candle in the wind, dilapidated and unable to withstand even a breath of air. Although he has improved slightly and looks like an ordinary person on the surface, the attacks are violent and violent, and sometimes he can't even control himself.

He endured it all the way, and when he pushed open the door, Chang Ming stumbled forward, fell half-body to the ground, and fell unconscious.

If he were in another place, he would definitely not dare to pass out like this. Even if he gritted his teeth, he would still have to hold on to the clarity of the spirit platform. But Qixianmen has an advantage. It is hidden from the world, and his place is lonely and quiet. Even Chef He usually doesn't know.

He rarely comes here, it's an excellent place to rest, and it's actually much safer than recuperating elsewhere.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Chang Ming felt as if there was a drum beating in his heart. It was so hard that his heart and eardrums hurt, and his mind was suddenly violently tugged at.

Someone is screaming!

The voice is so familiar!

And it’s not far away!

Chang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his face was pale, and his body had not recovered from the attack just now.

But he already remembered who it was.
Chapter completed!