"According to the predictions of the old priest and the leader, we should have three saints. In addition to you, there is also a blue silver saint and a phoenix saint. But... we have not found them yet. We are just following the

The message left by the old priest found you..." Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng smiled slightly and comforted:

"But it doesn't matter anymore, we have got you. The message left by the old priest is that your Rakshasa saint's importance and potential are far higher than the other two saints. As long as we have you,

The other two saints are not important."

"Follow the information from the old worshiper to find me? Who is this old worshipper? He sounds very powerful. Can you and I meet him after we go back?"

Yes, Qian Lingjun was also surprised that there was such a capable person in the Holy Spirit Sect, and planned to take some time to learn a few tricks from him.

I really can’t survive in the future, and I can still make ends meet by working as a fortune teller setting up a roadside stall.

"This... I'm afraid it won't work, because the old priest has passed away after guessing that you were in the Star Forest!" Zhang Peng shook his head with emotion and sighed:

"Although Lao Zongfeng has no obvious cultivation, he can do calculations and calculations. He is the only one I have seen in my life. It's a pity that God is jealous of talents, alas..."

"That's a pity." Qian Lingjun lowered his head, struggled for a while, then raised his head and said: "I just hope that the other two saints will not give up their search. It would be good to be more prepared."

After finishing speaking, Qian Lingjun glanced at a few people meaningfully and said: "After all... I am too boring for a saint, so a few people can play with me to relieve my boredom!"

"This is natural. We will never give up the search for the other two saints. We will continue to search."

Fengling took over the conversation and didn't care about anything else. She took Qian Lingjun's hand and flew towards the Sun and Moon Empire. She smiled and said:

"The saint's physical fitness seems to be good. You shouldn't worry about us speeding up the flight. We can go back and talk about the rest."

"Yeah!" Qian Lingjun nodded, took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, smiling: "Then I want to see how fast the deputy leader can fly!"

"Really? Then I'll give it a try!" A smile flashed across Feng Ling's eyebrows, and she reached out to hug her.

He held Qian Lingjun under his arm like a briefcase, and in an instant he reached the highest speed, like a black meteor, roaring through the clouds in the sky.

"..."

Zhang Peng and Wu Yun looked at each other helplessly and had no choice but to follow.

The scenery under her body changed rapidly like a revolving lantern. Fengling flew from noon to night. When several people flew over the Mingdou Mountains at the junction of Xingluo and Sun and Moon, they slightly slowed down their flying speed and landed in one place.

The town slowly descends!

"How do you feel, Saint? Is this speed acceptable?"

After landing, Fengling looked at Qian Lingjun, whose face was blushed by the wind, with a half-smile but said playfully: "I'd better fly slower next time."

"It's okay! Are you going to sleep here today?" Qian Lingjun touched his wind-red cheeks, followed Fengling, and watched eagerly as she opened the door of an inn.

If Qian Lingjun's feeling is correct, then this inn is a liaison station established by the Holy Spirit Sect here.

Although people in the inn come and go, shouting and drinking, it seems normal.

But...the yin energy rising from the ground and the wails from the soul that ordinary people cannot hear are not fake.

A few foreigners in black robes walked into the lively inn, and the noisy people in the inn suddenly quieted down. The men in the lobby unanimously set their sights on the young and beautiful Qian Lingjun.
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"Why, do I need to help you dig out their eyes?" Fengling glanced around the lobby coldly and subconsciously raised half of her eyebrows.

"It's not necessary. It would be a pity if no one would notice that I'm so good-looking." Qian Lingjun glanced around contemptuously, walked straight to the counter, tapped the table with his index finger a few times, and said: "Four

Room for the whole room." He pointed at Fengling and said to the shopkeeper: "She pays the bill."

"..." Fengling was silent for a while, took out her identity card and threw it to the shopkeeper, and muttered impatiently: "Hurry up and call the person in charge of this branch to come see me!"

"Yes, sir, please wait a minute!" The shopkeeper in charge glanced at the symbols on the ID badge and almost knelt down in front of these people. However, seeing Fengling's impatient eyes, he still suppressed his fear.

Stumblingly, he opened the mechanism under the counter and jumped out of the tunnel.

"Hey... you dug the tunnel well!" Qian Lingjun looked down at the counter curiously, his long legs beating up and down like a paddle.

The so-called rough guys behind them felt thirsty and couldn't help but look up along their long legs, but...as soon as they looked up, they saw Scorpion Tiger Douluo's sinister eyes and cold soul power.

Ah...

Under the heavy pressure of soul power, the rough guys couldn't help but tremble. They groaned in pain and sat on their chairs to tremble reflexively. The original lively atmosphere disappeared for a while.

"Eh?" Qian Lingjun jumped back as if she noticed something strange behind her. The crisp clicking sound of her high heels hitting the ground was particularly abrupt in the silence. She glanced at Scorpion Tiger Douluo, and then looked at

Looking at the group of silent passers-by, they seem to understand something!

"Holy girl, do you want to put them..." Zhang Peng raised his hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"Is this necessary?!" Qian Lingjun raised his eyebrows dissatisfied and complained: "It's because of your character of killing a few without any trouble that our evil soul master Feng Ping was ruthlessly persecuted."

"Ah?" Zhang Peng stayed where he was, looking at Wu Yun in confusion, and whispered: "Does it mean that... our evil soul masters still have any reputation?"

"I don't know..." Wu Yun shook his head and muttered: "I want to say...our reputation...could it possibly be worse?"

"What do you think the saint has to say? Why don't you tell me!" Fengling turned around and leaned on the counter enchantingly, her eyes unabashedly showing curiosity and surprise.

"Let me tell you, our Holy Spirit Cult, starting with us at the top, must first put an end to the indiscriminate killing of innocent people!" Qian Lingjun pointed at the group of passers-by with righteous indignation and said in a persuasive manner:

"Look, today you kill a few people because you are in a bad mood, and tomorrow he kills a few people because he is in a bad mood, and you get nothing. Isn't this a shameful waste?"

"Let me tell you, we should allocate resources reasonably. Some people want blood, some want corpses, some want bones, some want resentment, and some want souls!"

"These needs are actually not conflicting! Wouldn't reasonable distribution allow everyone to get corresponding benefits?"
Chapter completed!