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Chapter 38 Meeting Seniors(1/2)

Chapter 38 Meeting the Seniors

Author: Tai Sheng Shui

Chapter 38 Meeting the Seniors

"Xie Huan..."

The two of them looked at Xie Huan for a while, and then they looked more and more alike. They both opened their mouths wide and muttered in their hearts, Xie Huan, just Xie Huan, why are you so angry?

The two of them felt Luo Furong's unkind gaze and did not dare to ask any more questions.

Xie Huan didn't have any mood swings and just said calmly: "There are still two enemies to the west. I'm afraid they will turn back soon. Let's leave here first."

Luo Furong withdrew her cold and stern gaze from the two of them, and softened when she looked at Xie Huan. She suggested softly: "My spirit boat magical weapon has several forms. One of them is the hidden dragon cabin, which can sneak on the seabed. It has

The formation covers the aura, although the speed is extremely slow, but it is safer."

"Of course safety is the top priority."

Xie Huan said without thinking.

Luo Furong said "Hmm" and immediately formed a seal with one hand. A ray of spiritual thought released the spirit boat, and then formed a seal with both hands to control the spirit boat to change in the water.

Zhao Shuifan and Lu Ran looked at each other, and then at Luo Furong and Xie Huan. They always felt that something was wrong... Yes, it was Luo Furong's demeanor, which seemed to have become less cold...

The two of them have followed Luo Furong for many years, so they are extremely sensitive to changes in her temperament.

"What are you looking at?"

Luo Furong cast a cold gaze over the two of them.

"Hey!"

The two of them trembled in fright and quickly turned away: "No, it's nothing."

It's strange. There's obviously no change, it's still the same. Could it be that the feeling just now was an illusion?

The runes on the spirit boat flashed and changed shape, and soon turned into a smooth, completely sealed diving instrument with a sharp front end, a rounded tail, and a slight upward tilt.

On the body of the cabin, there is a dragon carving wrapped around it, and there is a spiritual light floating on it. It is a kind of formation that hides the aura, and it looks grand and exquisite.

A hatch opened, and a beautiful staircase stretched out and landed on the ground.

"Let's go."

Luo Furong said softly to Xie Huan.

She stood there without moving, looking at Xie Huan, as if waiting for him to go first.

"Um."

Xie Huan responded, then walked up the steps and entered the cabin.

Zhao Shuifan and Lu Ran...are here...this weird feeling is coming again...

They finally discovered that it was not an illusion, Luo Furong's temperament had really changed, but only for Xie Huan, and there was no change at all when facing them.

Luo Furong followed Xie Huan, suddenly stopped, turned her head, and shouted coldly: "What are you still standing for?"

...The two of them hurriedly lowered their heads and hurried to follow.

The Qianlong Cabin retracted the steps, closed the hatch, and became one piece, slowly moving in one direction, and finally hiding in the dark sea.



Half a day later, two figures came galloping from a distance, a man and a woman, wearing the same clothes, with sun and moon patterns engraved on them.

"No, something happened!"

The man looked at the completely destroyed central altar with a look of shock and solemnity on his face.

The two took out the magic weapon and carefully explored the altar, but found nothing.

"Could it be that..."

the woman asked in horror.

Both of them felt a chill rush up their backs.

The man said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid the information is wrong, and the other party is very likely to come to build the foundation."

The woman's face turned slightly pale, and she looked around in shock, feeling flustered for a moment: "What should I do now?"

"Don't worry, everyone should be gone. Huang Yang and Zhou Chaohui have died, and the Xuanyin Sect and the Coral Sect will definitely be furious. We have to think of a way to say it, so as not to implicate us." The man said worriedly.

"The information is wrong, what does it have to do with us?" the woman asked angrily and puzzled.

"Oh, you are thinking simply. The higher ups will not care about you. Why are Huang Yang and Zhou Chaohui dead, but we are the only two alive? We will inevitably be suspected and interrogated."

The man looked helpless and sighed.

Suddenly his body trembled, and he turned around quickly, looking into the depths of the sea. He turned his right hand, and a spiritual shield covered with barbs immediately protected him in front of him. He shouted loudly: "Who is it?!"

A figure floated slowly from the depths, wearing a blue robe and cloth shoes. He held a fly whisk in his hand. With a slight wave, a feminine aura instantly floated over and enveloped the entire altar.

The bodies of both of them were stagnant, as if they were pressed down by a huge force of ten thousand kilograms, and they couldn't help but be horrified: "Foundation-building power!"

The figure gradually became clear. It was an old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He had inverted triangular eyes and a sinister gaze. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

When the two of them saw his appearance, they were surprised and happy, and they hurriedly bowed down and said, "I have seen Senior Fang Xing!"

It turned out that this person was a foundation-building monk from the Xuanyin Sect, named Fang Xing. He belonged to the Five Factions Alliance and was a friend rather than an enemy. The two of them were surprised, how could Fang Xing come here?

"Tell me more about what happened here."

There was no expression on Fang Xing's face, and his voice was extremely gentle, but it was filled with a knife, which made people feel chilly.

"yes!"

The man hurriedly told them in detail about their mission, how they got here, how they were assigned and ambushed, and how they had been waiting for so long.

After hearing this, Fang Xing said nothing. He just glanced around the altar, using his magic power to lift the collapsed building from time to time, as if he was looking for something.

The two Sun Moon Sect disciples watched quietly, not daring to ask.

After a long while, Fang Xing's face was filled with disappointment, and then he looked at the two of them and asked, "Did you find anything strange when you came here? For example, corpses or something like that."

"Corpse?"

The two of them thought about it carefully and both shook their heads.

"Hmph, two useless losers! Huang Yang and Zhou Chaohui are both dead, how come you are still alive? Are you afraid of death, or betraying your teammates?"

Fang Xing's eyes burst out with murderous intent, staring at the two of them.

"Senior misunderstood! Senior learned clearly!"

The two of them were shocked and hurriedly explained.

"This mission is of great importance, and you two cannot escape responsibility. I guess the people from the Tianlei Sect are not far away. You can follow me to pursue you and atone for your sins."

"yes!"

The two of them wanted to refuse, but when they saw the murderous aura flowing in the whisk in Fang Xing's hand, they trembled in fright and hurriedly agreed.

"You guys are smart! Let's chase in the direction of Tianlei Sect." Fang Xing snorted lightly and stepped forward, taking a hundred feet at a time.

The purpose of his coming here is to track down an item that fell into the hands of Lin Zhensheng of Tianlei Sect. Later, Lin Zhensheng disappeared, resulting in the whereabouts of the item unknown.

Recently, he came across some information and concluded that Lin Zhensheng was probably hiding in the ruins of the Thousand Miles of Thunder Cloud Formation, so he came to find him.

Unexpectedly, the mission of the five sects jointly failed, and Huang Yang, their teacher, also died. Despite the calm expression on his face, he was actually shocked.

Huang Yang's strength is only a hair's breadth away from Foundation Establishment. The only one who can kill him is almost only Foundation Establishment. However, the whereabouts of every Foundation Establishment in the Tianlei Sect is being monitored, so there is absolutely no chance that the information will be wrong.

So by whose hands Huang Yang died?

Furthermore, Huang Yang was personally taught by the leader and was highly regarded. His death would probably make the leader angry.

Also, what he is looking for, will it be taken away by Huang Yang’s people?

Fang Xing's face became increasingly gloomy, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace, with two Sun Moon Sect disciples chasing after him desperately.



On the dark seabed, a "strange fish" with a black body and a tapered head swam slowly forward against the sand.

The faint dragon pattern on the body flickers, not only inconspicuous, but also a kind of concealment technique. It is difficult to detect anything from the outside, and the breath is hidden. The underwater creatures swimming around are all very interested in the "strange fish"

The existence is as if nothing exists.

It is the Hidden Dragon Cabin that sacrifices forward speed and uses all the formations and spiritual power for concealment and protection.

Xie Huan and the other four were meditating in a secret room inside the cabin to heal their injuries.

Although the appearance of the spirit boat has changed, the space inside is exactly the same as the shape of the spirit boat. Xie Huan is still in the secret room on his left.

The formation disperses the spiritual stone, creating a concentration of spiritual energy that is no weaker than that of a third-level island, nourishing the body.

The body-protecting divine light of the Immortality Art flows back and forth in the charred body, repairing the wounds, and the scorched parts peel off little by little.

Half a month later, the seal in Xie Huan's hand changed, and he came out of trance and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The severely burned parts of the body have been basically repaired and stabilized, and are now completely out of danger, which is better than expected. However, recovery is impossible without a year and a half of magical medicine.
To be continued...
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