"National Master, what's going on over there?"

Empress Murong stared at the churning water in the tank and asked softly.

The incarnation of Qilin Master picked up a slender purple bamboo pole from the side, gently stretched it out and made two gestures at the most violent place, and replied: "Based on the location, it is not far from Qi Jian Yue Mansion..."

After saying that, before the empress could continue to ask questions, the purple bamboo pole sank a little more, "Hong Jingyan's tail dropped a foot inside the tank. The situation is not good."

"Who is the other party?"

The empress' fingers shrank slightly and she frowned and asked.

Huang Qing next to him also had an anxious look on his face. He was also from the Chess, Sword and Yuefu, and Hong Jingyan was one of the talents they valued most, and he was also the most promising person to lead the sect to a higher level in the future.

Now that your luck is declining, something is obviously wrong.

You know, a drop in luck is not as bad as a physical injury.

For ordinary injuries, just take good care of yourself. Even serious injuries such as missing limbs may not affect your luck. For example, the old swordsman Li Chungang, who broke his arm, is still the dominant figure after regaining his former invincible state of mind.

The leader of swordsmanship.

Because a person's luck often symbolizes the height he can reach in the future, or his potential.

So is Hong Jingyan... leaving a psychological shadow? Or is he about to die?

Huang Qing frowned, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Yuan Qingshan held the pole and was about to make any move when he saw that the boiling in the tank suddenly intensified, and a large pool of clear water overflowed with a "crash", almost splashing all over their heads and faces.

"What's going on?"

Empress Murong was not panicked, but her brows became more and more frowned.

"Those who can disturb the water in the tank are without exception those who are at least close to the realm of land gods."

Yuan Qingshan explained calmly, "But at this time there are only water waves but no fish and dragons tumbling, so there are two possibilities. First, the other party is already a land god, so he jumped out of the tank and we cannot observe it; second, the other party is already a land god, so he jumped out of the tank and we cannot observe it;

Second, we did not invest in each other’s natal fish in a targeted manner.”

Each fish in this [Stinging Sleeping Tank] has a corresponding direction. They may originally be just ordinary little black fish, but after entering this tank, they will have a mysterious connection with some people.

A little contact, turning into a dragon or a salamander, floating up and down, will all be affected by changes in the other party's luck.

"Which one do you think it is?"

Empress Murong's expression showed a hint of displeasure.

Since she regards Beimang Jianghu as her own concubine, she naturally cannot see outsiders coming to disrupt the palace at will.

"Maybe... it's a combination of both."

Imperial Master Yuan Qingshan put away his fishing rod, stroked his beard, and probably guessed who it was.

"Will the dragon cross the river?"

The empress snorted coldly, "You go and warn the other party, this is Beimang, it is my territory! No matter who he is, please stop it! Tuoba!"

"clear."

The burly man responded, turned and left.

Yuan Qingshan, on the other hand, followed Empress Murong's wishes and asked the avatar to pass on a sentence.

…

…

On the other side, Chi Yao, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly raised his head and heard a voice from the sky:

"Why don't you stop? You've already offended the Liyang Zhao family, and now you want to come to our Beimang to make trouble. Aren't you afraid that from now on there will be no place for you in the world?"

"so what!"
Chapter completed!