Entering the night.

Zhang Wuji moved a bamboo rattan chair, sat at the entrance of the cave, and looked at the stars leisurely alone.

Ruddy footsteps came from behind him. He didn't have to look back and knew that it was Han Yurou, who had a fairy smell like a weak willow and a beautiful woman.

A cup of hot tea was handed to Zhang Wuji's hand by a slender jade hand, and then she stood beside her without saying a word.

It was the beginning of the moon, the mountain breeze was slight and cloudless. The stars were no longer covered by the bright moon, shining brightly in the sky, and the stretching Qingling Mountains looked particularly magnificent and mysterious.

It would be great if I could spend the rest of my life like this.

Zhang Wuji thought of some old seniors in the sect, and there was no hope of breaking through. In addition to some sect obligations, he would sit idle all day long, half dream and half awake.

The master ridiculed this as the sword heart was covered with dust.

The young Zhang Wuji retorted, but his butt was swollen.

I don’t know if my master, who was thinking about killing the immortal every day and night, was doing well there.

Meanwhile.

A thousand miles away from the Qingling Mountains, crossing the vast South China Sea, on a peak with few people in the north of China, a beautiful woman in white dress closed her eyes and sat cross-legged under the lonely pine on the edge of the cliff, and was still stuck next to her

Wearing a simple long sword.

The woman's long hair is up to her waist, and her hair is dancing wildly in the violent wind.

The branches sway, and then a ball of pine needles fall with the wind and will float on the woman's face.

She frowned slightly and opened her eyes.

In an instant, near the entire mountain, the strong wind stagnated and the sound waves stopped. The ball of pine needles turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

"If a person wants to be quiet, the wind will not stop."

"It seems that it's not time yet."

The woman said to herself.

Then she pulled out the fairy sword beside her and threw it gently. The sword was like Qiuhong, and a perfect arc was drawn in the air and landed at her feet.

The woman jumped gently, then rose up with a sword and flew down the mountain.

"I don't know how the little slippery guy is doing recently..."

With the departure of the woman in white dress, the wind and snow all over the sky finally came to the top of the human mountain carefully.

"Are immortals and demons really that important?"

Han Yurou asked blankly.

At this time, the thief of the Demon Sect had no intention of bullying her, and even took the initiative to attract a rattan chair for her. The two of them sat side by side, staring at the sky in a daze.

"Although that child Yan Su is a disciple of your Demon Sect, no matter how you look at it, it is no different from my young junior brothers and sisters."

"I don't know if they are still alive."

As he spoke, Han Yurou's voice began to tremble, with a hint of sadness.

"Not important."

Zhang Wuji's voice sounded, making Han Yurou look up at him.

"About the mind and the trace."

The dark eyes looked at her quietly, and the maturity that was not consistent with her age suddenly made Han Yurou a little shy.

"I...I'll go clean up the cave."

Somehow, Han Yurou felt that she was in a panic. If she stayed there, she felt timid and stood up in a hurry and ran into the cave.

This woman.

Zhang Wuji smiled and shook his head.

He suddenly remembered something, fumbled in his pocket, and took out a few storage rings stained with blood.

I can only say that this kind of incomparable little demon disciple is too poor. There are nearly ten people, only four of them have storage rings, and they all belong to the type with extremely poor quality.

The other three, and the one with relatively high quality is this one from the young master of the Soul-Slaying Sect.

It's probably three feet square at most.

After Zhang Wuji looked at it slightly, his fingers formed a sword, and the pure demonic energy extended out of the sword shape on his fingers. He gently cut it around the storage ring, and the original owner's restriction automatically expired.

This method was learned from the sect forum when he was twelve years old.

The uncle who was giving lectures was a travel master of Taiyi Sword Sect. He was knowledgeable in all kinds of strange and erotic skills and was willing to share them. He taught the younger generation many skills to survive in the wild.

"Of course, the most practical thing is that you can kill all enemies with one sword."

Standing on the forum, the energetic uncle concluded.

Zhang Wuji remembers this in his heart.

The spiritual consciousness was immersed in it, and then his face showed disappointment.

"Sure enough, I'm not surprised...well?"

Just as Zhang Wuji was disappointed by the pile of colored villain books in the storage ring and several exquisite women's linings, his spiritual sense was attracted by a gray square stone thrown aside.

Nothing else, I am simply familiar with the material of this stone.

The mysterious Feng Tianpian, standing in his mind, looks exactly the same material as it is.

Zhang Wuji quickly took it out of the ring, looked at it carefully, and stabbed it hard at the stone with his sword energy.

Nothing happened.

The extremely sharp Taiyi sword energy did not even leave any trace on the stone.

Zhang Wuji stood there for a moment.

Then, he held the stone tightly, closed his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, his soul came to the mysterious space of the Fengtian Bang.

He looked at his right hand nervously, and the gray stone was indeed brought in.

This is the first time he has been able to bring entities into this space after he got the Tianqi List.

A wave of suction came, Zhang Wuji let go, and the gray stone flew towards the Fengtian List like a milk swallow returning to the nest, perfectly fitting somewhere on the top.

The light flashed slightly, and Zhang Wuji looked closely and the annoying countdown was extended by an hour at the bottom of the Fengtian List.

It is midnight on the third day of the month, and there are still eleven days left before the middle of the month, but at this time, an hour has been added to the tail of the days.

Zhang Wuji was immediately surprised.

The Tianqian Ban is indeed incomplete and has hope of completing it!

If one day I complete this divine object, wouldn’t I be able to switch between immortals and demons freely?

Restraining his excitement, Zhang Wuji withdrew from the mysterious space.

After taking a sip of tea, he felt his soul peaceful and couldn't help but fall asleep.

Three days later.

The entrance of the White Bone Real Person Cave.

Two figures, one big and one small, stand side by side.

"Master really wants to come out?"

"Su Su, don't lie to me."

The tall and thin man was Zhang Wuji. He looked at Yan Su, who was half short of him suspiciously, and he couldn't believe his ears.

The White Bone Real People Are Going Out to See the Sun?

Impossible.

Even when this old monster attacked Qingling Sect, he had no intention of taking action. He watched the whole process, as if he was an outsider.

Yan Su didn't speak, her eyes staring at the deep pool beside her feet, trying to find the trace of the snapping turtle.

She has been thinking about this giant for a long time.

Rumble.

As the cave opened, the old monster with golden bones appeared in front of the two in a brand new green robe.

"Welcome to Master out of seclusion!"

"No gift."

After the routine, Zhang Wuji fell behind half a step, holding Su Su who was reluctant to turn around in one step and three times, followed closely behind the old monster, and asked: "Master, what's wrong with you when you left the seclusion this time?"

Baigu Zhenren laughed strangely: "Three days ago, someone encountered a strange thing five hundred miles away here. Someone in the sect sent me a message saying that he wanted to come and check it out. Calculate the time, and they will arrive today."
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"Boom in the sun by the way, by the way."

"Who is coming? Is it worthy of Master's personal greeting?"

Someone in this sect is coming?

Zhang Wuji felt a little nervous and pretended to be puzzled.
Chapter completed!