Thinking of this, Wang Le didn't have the intention to stay. After paying the bill with the young friend, he was about to leave, and suddenly felt a sudden change in his heart and couldn't help but look back at the stairs leading to the second floor.

Because he felt a familiar aura behind him.

At this time, two men and one woman walked down from the upper floor.

"Qu Jinghong?" Wang Le couldn't help but flash a strange color in his eyes when he saw the familiar graceful figure among the three.

"Didn't she go back to the Great Guangming Cult in the West? Why did she come back to Liangzhou again?"

Wang Le thought to himself a little surprised.

Moreover, it has not been seen for two years. Although Qu Jinghong's breath is as familiar as ever, it has obvious qualitative changes.

From the original aura of the God Transformation Realm, it has now transformed into a great cultivator of the Combination Realm.

"It seems that the opportunity in the Mahayana monk space brought her back to the Great Light Sect, and she got a lot of benefits!"

Wang Le said in his heart.

To be honest, if it weren't for him, Wang Le, let alone the opportunity, this woman might not have even been able to save her life.

Although the two of them had been through life and death, and Qu Jinghong even felt a little affection for him, Wang Le did not have the idea of ​​coming forward to recognize him at this moment.

For Wang Le, it is better to forget each other than to support each other.

Just be well with each other.

So Wang Le just looked back at Qu Jinghong, then stepped forward and crossed the threshold, disappearing at the door of Weijixian.

"Huh!" Qu Jinghong looked at Wang Le's smiling back and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Although this person's face and back were strangers and had never seen him before, for some reason, Qu Jinghong captured a sense of familiarity from the other party's deep eyes.

But for a moment, she was not sure where she had seen it.

As my thoughts changed, Qu Jinghong's body flashed and disappeared on the stairs, and in the next moment he was already standing outside the gate of Weijixian.

Looking at the crowded crowds on the street, the middle-aged monk who made her feel a little familiar had long disappeared without a trace.

"Has my junior sister met an acquaintance?"

The tall man in white robe who was accompanying him walked out of the door and asked Qu Jinghong.

Qu Jinghong smiled and shook his head and said, "It may be that he had met once!"

At this time, another old man with a white beard walked out with a slightly hunched back.

"With the cultivation and identity of the city lord, the Nascent Soul cultivator just now was far from reaching the top."

The old man said respectfully.

Qu Jinghong glanced at the other party, shook his head disapprovingly and said, "Uncle Wu, don't underestimate the heroes of the world."

After a pause, Qu Jinghong's eyes showed a look of memories and continued softly: "Jinghong's current achievements are thanks to a friend who only has the cultivation level of Nascent Soul."

This man named Uncle Wu and the tall man obviously know who Qu Jinghong is talking about.

After all, when he returned to the Great Light Cult to report his duties, Qu Jinghong, as the saint of the Great Light Cult, naturally had to report his experience outside to the upper-level masters in the sect.

Then the name Wang Le is obviously unavoidable.

What's more, the cross-border combat power displayed by Wang Le is really amazing, and it's hard to forget it.

Not to mention the huge waves stirred up in Liangzhou after Wang Le came out of the Mahayana monk space.

"Master Lord, was that person Wang Le just now?" Uncle Wu couldn't help asking.

Qu Jinghong shook his head without hesitation and said, "Although they are all Nascent Soul cultivation, two years have passed, and ordinary monks may make slow progress, but he is a monster that is rare in ten thousand years. He has probably achieved the realm of transformation of God and has become stronger than before!"

At this moment, the tall man curled his lips disapprovingly, shook his head with inconsistent expression and said, "It's not that easy to break through from the Nascent Soul to the God Transformation Realm."

"What's more, in the past two years, not to mention that Guan Hanshan and other local fusion cultivators are chasing this son, even the two holy places, the Three Holy Islands of Bohai and Daitian Prefecture, have been looking for him."

Speaking of this, the tall man couldn't help but continue softly: "You can't say that this monster in your eyes has long since fallen. Now the weeds on the grave are three feet tall."

Qu Jinghong frowned slightly, then shook his head with disbelief and said, "Senior Brother Zhou underestimates this monster too much. In Jinghong's eyes, he is born with nine lives."

"It's not that easy to let him die!"

Then Qu Jinghong continued: "Since Jinghong took over Shuntian City half a year ago, he has been using channels within the sect to find his whereabouts."

"Although this guy was not found, as far as I know, the two holy places and the great monks in the fusion realm who were chasing him have never given up pursuing his whereabouts."

"And this means that Wang Le did not die, but he just didn't know where he hid."

Speaking of this, the loss in Qu Jinghong's eyes flashed and he said softly: "Maybe he has been no longer in Liangzhou and has gone to other parts of the Middle Earth Continent."

Senior Brother Zhou heard a hint of sadness in Qu Jinghong's tone, and a hint of haze and jealousy flashed in his eyes, and then he immediately returned to peace.

Then he saw that Senior Brother Zhou obviously didn't want to talk about Wang Le anymore, and then he changed the topic very bluntly: "Recently, more and more monks have flocked to Liangdu City, including many cultivators of Void Refining."

"I wonder what junior sister has plans? After all, in the next trip to the ancient tomb, the leader asked me to focus on you, the local snake."

Qu Jinghong waved away the distracting thoughts in his mind and forced himself to calm down. Then he said in a deep voice in a serious tone: "Jinghong has sent someone to send a message to Islam, and a strong support will arrive in Liangdu City soon!"

Senior Brother Zhou chuckled enviously: "Two years ago, no one would have thought that his junior sister would bring back a legendary stunning treasure like Fusang Wood in the East China Sea."

"Either the leader or the ancestors in the sect have benefited a lot from it!"

"Now in their eyes, junior sister, you are the lucky daughter of my Great Light Sect."

"So whether you can find something in the ancient tomb where the taboo exists this time depends on your performance in junior sister."

"Uh!" Qu Jinghong couldn't help but smile bitterly, and didn't say anything, but just shook his head silently.

She is not the daughter of luck, she is just a person who is attracted by that guy Wang Le.

People are the real sons of luck.

If we have to say that Qu Jinghong is the daughter of luck, then Wang Le is God's biological son.

Looking back, Qu Jinghong could be sure that the number of Donghai Fusang woods in Wang Le's hands must have been far beyond his imagination.

Even during this treasure hunt, she probably got something better than the East China Sea Fusang Wood, but she didn't find it.

"How great would it be if he had a chance to break into the ancient tomb where taboos exist!"
Chapter completed!