Chapter 1239: Memories

"Less than a hundred years? Have you seen this person?" A clear and slightly cold voice came, and everyone looked around, only to see that the woman in white clothes and white cloak had quietly come to the crowd only a hundred feet away.

Only then did Makino Changting recall the look in Lu Xiaotian's eyes before he left, secretly thinking that the other party had already noticed that someone was coming, but they were completely ignorant. The gap between the two sides is really not that big.

"It's not just that I have seen it. The ghost king of Wushang City who caused a sensation in the past was attacked by this person. In the later period, the ghost king slaughtered the entire Blood Lion City, and several Nascent Soul monks fell in the hands of the ghost king. If not Wushang City is a place jointly managed by several great immortal dynasties. This ghost king does not know the details of Wushang City. I am afraid that a catastrophe will inevitably occur in Wushang City. At that time, several Nascent Soul cultivators and the ghost king chased him into the teleportation at the bottom of Wushang Lake. Formation. Entering a secret realm. In that secret realm, there is a frightening flying sword, but with the effort of breathing, it swept away the ghost king of the later stage, and several of us Nascent Soul monks, without any resistance, no resistance If we weren't less than a hundred feet away from the teleportation formation, and if the ghost king of the late stage hadn't blocked it, I'm afraid no one would have been spared."

Thinking of the sword fetus in the secret realm, Cheng Dexiang couldn't help shivering at this moment. "Mr. Dongfang must have obtained the inheritance in the secret realm, otherwise there is no reason for him to survive. Even the ghost king in the later stage has no power to fight back. As a Jindan monk, if he hadn't obtained the inheritance, how could he survive?"

"It's just judging from the signs that the alchemy master made a move just now, but he didn't use a method similar to that of the flying sword." Mrs. Meng said with a pale face.

"The flying sword you have seen has an elegant breath, without the slightest smell of fireworks. It is like a sword flying from the sky." The woman in the white cloak asked.

"Exactly. That flying sword breath is indeed like that." Cheng Dexiang and Meng Rujun nodded involuntarily as they recalled the terrifying sword in the secret realm. The flying sword was beautiful, but also fatal.

"In less than a hundred years, if he arrived in Wushang City decades ago, why this person was still like a blank sheet of paper before, and there is no way to find out." This woman in the white cloak is exactly Xiang Qingcheng, and now she has eight With a 90% certainty that the other party must be one of the Xiao family who made a big fuss.

Otherwise, how could it just happen to appear here? Although this place is in the Hongye State, it is only ten thousand miles away from the Moshang Mountains and Waters of the Xiao family. It looks quite far, but for a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is not far away. She entered Moshang Lake with all the cultivators before, but naturally found nothing. In the scuffle at Moshang Lake, many guests and Xiao family monks died. Xiang Qingcheng just held a one-sided attitude and was calmer than ordinary people. In addition, she was extremely strong, but under self-protection, naturally few people could hurt her.

After the Xiao family found nothing, Xiang Qingcheng left Moshang Shanshui, and when he learned that Muye Changting had come to the Red Leaf State, Xiang Qingcheng also came to ask Muye Changting to borrow the Kuiyang Golden Lock. After the battle with Lu Xiaotian, and after witnessing Lu Xiaotian's battle in the Xiao family, although the appearance of the sword fetus was short, it was enough to amaze Xiang Qingcheng. It was also since then that he felt that he was lacking in the way of swordsmanship, and planned to use the Kuiyang golden lock of Makino Changting to go to a very dark place to find a treasure and further refine his flying sword.

It's just that Xiang Qingcheng didn't expect that when he came to Hongye State, he would meet Lu Xiaotian again and hear something about Lu Xiaotian. What makes him even more startled is that the other party's baby is still less than sixty years old. Compared with these few people, she is naturally more aware that her reputation was not very prominent before, and it was not until these two years that she became famous. The strength of the people who claim to be Dongfang is astonishing. Especially in the battle of Moshang Shanshui, once this person broke out, his fighting power would catch up to the big monk. The means are far beyond the imagination of monks of the same rank.

The more this happened, Xiang Qingcheng became more and more curious. Before this person's Golden Core stage, there was a blank space, as if this person appeared out of nowhere, and it turned out to be nothing more than that.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know the background of that silver-haired monk?" Meng Rujun asked Xiang Qingcheng weakly, his eyes still full of hatred.

"I know one thing, but I don't know the other thing. I don't know much more than you guys. Judging by your appearance, I'm afraid that your heart for revenge will never die. But I would like to advise you, this person's strength is unfathomable, and his background is beyond your imagination. Even if you can recruit a few helpers, it will not help, this time you provoked this person and survived, but because this place is in Hongye Prefecture, there are still a few people around, not in the wilderness."

Xiang Qingcheng said something unceremoniously. Although she was a little ashamed of the process of meeting Lu Xiaotian for the first time, but when she really said it, she didn't hate him, on the contrary, she admired Lu Xiaotian for what he did. As Lu Xiaotian's reputation in Xiangdu gradually developed, some of his deeds were naturally dug out. This person has a junior brother who can support life and death.

It's just that since the battle with Xiang Yuze, the junior brother has disappeared, but some people have already known about the easy victory of King Ze. Later, because the junior was detained in the General's Mansion in Zhenyuan, he went directly to the important person in the General's Mansion and suppressed Hou Lie and Xiao Jinfeng on the spot. Even the pressure from the two giants Xiao Jinlei and Zhu Qingquan did not make him succumb.

If he hadn't met this person in the black prison and fought with him, Xiang Qingcheng might not have noticed this guy who called himself Dongfang. It's just that Xiang Qingcheng found that unless someone provoked this person and would make him furious, there was no rumor about him when some nobles in Xiangdu were talking about romance in ordinary times. It can be seen that this person is not a person who admires fame, even if he has fought with Lu Xiaotian, Xiang Qingcheng can't help but feel like a man should be like this. Although he was a little annoyed by this person, Xiang Qingcheng couldn't help feeling that those talents who admired him paled in comparison to this guy named Dongfang.

Thinking of a meeting with his uncle Xiang Kuang, Xiang Kuang winked and made no secret of his intention to build a bridge with her, Xiang Qingcheng couldn't help but blushed. However, this person's ability to enter the eyes of the mad uncle is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even the six masters of the Xiang Kingdom were never looked down upon by Xiang Kuang.

"Mr. Muye, I'm afraid my schedule will be advanced. If there is no problem, please lend me your Guiyang golden lock now."

Thinking of the silver-haired Dongfang, Xiang Qingcheng felt a sense of urgency in his heart. The more he knew about this person, the more mysterious he felt. Xiang Qingcheng even felt that if he didn't work hard, he might be left further and further away by the other party. Originally, he would fight and stop for a day or two, and pass by the silver-haired Dongfang again, but Xiang Qingcheng didn't want to stay any longer, so he went to the extremely dark place to find what he needed, and then refined himself flying sword.

Makino Changting nodded, and took out a golden lock the size of a square bucket with simple and complicated patterns printed on it from the Xumi ring.