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This heart-to-heart talk in the rain was not fruitless, at least Zhao Rong finally clarified some of his doubts.

At the same time, he also became a little wary.

Any change in his inner lake, no matter how small, will be fed back into his thinking and emotions in some form.

In the future, Zhao Rong felt that he had to be cautious about the Heart Lake and not give full power to a certain sword spirit.

It is true that the two share a common destiny, but someone seems to be able to change him in a way that does not harm him, in order to achieve a purpose that it thinks is beneficial to both of them.

This is something he cannot tolerate.

However, Zhao Rong has not spoken out these thoughts at the moment.

Pretending to be relaxed, he asked, "So, are you really not leaving now?"

Zhao Rong did not answer. He stood quietly and looked south, saying to himself: "What Zhu Yourong said is right. She is right."

"What?"

Zhao Rong stood in the drizzle, his hair, face, and neck all soaked. He looked particularly embarrassed, but he showed a bright smile.

He covered his face with his palms, rubbed it vigorously, and wiped it down again. His clear eyes opened: "I can't leave. I know what I want."

Gui nodded, "Rose rice and beauty."

Zhao Rong looked at the fiery figure catching fireflies in the spiritual field and smiled, "Maybe it was before, but now... I want to unite my family."

Return dumbly.

"Zhao Rong." It suddenly reminded, "Someone is coming from the southeast."

Zhao Rong turned around and looked, and sure enough he saw a group of people coming menacingly from that direction.

The reason why he was said to be aggressive was because Zhao Rong heard a woman scolding him from afar.

"A bold thief who dares to steal a spiritual field at night."

Zhao Rong took a look, put away the gray mist in the fallen sword bag, and then turned around to call up the little fox demon who was having fun below, but before he could make any move, the leading woman of the new group from the southeast

, then he leaped ten steps in front of him, as if changing his body, and held the sword in his hand with a vigilant posture, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Zhao Rong turned around and saw that there were seven people in total, two women and three men, led by one of the women.

They are all young people. Except for the leading woman, the four people behind them are wearing blue clothes and uniforms. There are charms floating on the cuffs, which seem to be temporary rain protection charms on the robes. It is more common in the Xianjia sect.

Raindrops don't stick to it.

The leading woman is quite eye-catching. She is twenty years old and has a beautiful and cold face. Different from the others, she is wearing a black sword uniform and holding a two-foot thin sword. The sword energy surrounds her body and forms a curtain to block the autumn rain.

Because Qingjun Qian'er was a sword cultivator, Zhao Rong, who was familiar with her, could tell at a glance that the leading woman was a sword cultivator.

Gui said casually: "He is a young boy who has just entered the realm of Haoran."

Zhao Rong nodded and glanced at the other four people behind her. They should all be in the Fuyao realm, the same as him.

At this time, another female disciple walked out of the forest behind the seven people. She was also a Fuyao cultivator. She came to the leading woman and respectfully reported:

"Senior Sister Ye, the spiritual field is safe. The fire peaches have not been picked yet and are still on the tree. However, one of the thief's accomplices has already entered below and is running around in the neon grass spiritual field. I don't know why.

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It turned out that I was going to inquire about the condition of the spiritual field.

When they heard that something was okay, the leading Leng Ao woman and the other four people immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a male disciple in the back with a horse-like face, and he immediately snorted: "Where did you come from, you dare to steal our Qianhan Peak's spiritual field, I will break your legs today."

At this time, Zhao Rong was standing wet in the rain, but his young face could still be seen. He should be less than 18 years old. In addition, he looked embarrassed in the rain at this time, which did not look like someone with cultivation on the mountain.

People are more like mortal thieves who rise up when they see a treasure.

The horse-faced male disciple and the other five people suddenly felt contempt in their hearts, and immediately looked at him with disgust and disdain for the thief.

Zhao Rong ignored the horse-faced male disciple who threatened to break his dog's legs, and then whispered "Qianhan Peak" in his heart.

He had heard a little bit about this immortal sect. It was a small immortal family near Dali Jiyue Mountain. It was not large in scale. It was only one of ten in the entire Dali Dynasty Mountain. It was not as good as the Ziwei Pavilion where Su Qingdai once lived.

However, this spiritual field was planted by them, which is reasonable.

So these people are all disciples of Qianhan Peak?

Then Zhao Rong glanced at the leading Leng Ao woman again. She had cultivated in the Haoran realm for only twenty years, and she was still a female swordsman. Although she was not comparable to the Taiqing Mansion geniuses like Qing Jun Qian'er, she was also among these little immortals.

Extremely outstanding, of course, there is still some distance compared to Su Qingdai, the top fairy in the fairy family in the northern mountains of Dali, but the gap should not be too big.

You can tell something from the respectful expressions of the male disciples surrounding her.

Zhao Rong was going to take the initiative to explain that they were just going down to catch fireflies. Well, what if he believed it?

However, the cold and arrogant woman called Senior Sister Ye by the disciples of Qianhan Peak suddenly asked: "How was the magic circle broken?"

The female disciple who came to report shook her head, "I don't know, but the thief's accomplice is inside."

The disciples of Qianhan Peak woke up.

Because I discovered that someone must be a monk, not a mortal who accidentally entered the spiritual field.

So this is a hidden act of compassion? What does he want to do?

Everyone looked at Zhao Rong and immediately became wary.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at the cold and proud woman.

Senior Sister Ye also squinted at him and asked Leng Ao: "Who are you, and how did you know that there are Yingtao here? Do you know that this elixir is from our tall mountain?"

After finishing her sentence, before Zhao Rong could reply, the five Qianhan Peak disciples behind her quietly dispersed, as if to surround him.

Gui Youyou said: "Yingpeach is a kind of elixir, but the effect is not very good. One yingpeach can increase your life span by three years. There are eight or nine on the tree below, so adding them together is not bad...

There are also rare treasures in the mountains."

It doesn't take it too seriously to watch the excitement, "Hahaha Zhao Rong, it seems you are going to be misunderstood? Let you catch fireflies, okay now, under the plums in the melon field, I said before that this firefly looks familiar, it turns out to be a firefly

ah……"

Zhao Rong suspected that Sword Spirit was deliberately silent, but he had no time to pay attention to it at this time.

Besides...it's Mount Weiwei again?

When he heard Senior Sister Ye's words, he immediately stopped explaining and turned to look at the little fox demon in the spiritual field below. The latter seemed to have noticed some movement above and was ready to come up.

Zhao Rong, who was about to be surrounded, thought for a moment, then without saying a word, left the little fox demon behind, turned around and ran away, as if he was so frightened that he was desperate to escape.

As soon as this wet and strange man moved, Ye Yao immediately figured out the details of his cultivation. After sneering, "Haha, late Fuyao realm", the spiritual energy in his body rushed and he chased after him.

Zhao Rong followed the path of a martial artist. Even though he was extremely fast, he was still not as good as Ye Yao from the Haoran realm who already had spiritual energy in his body and could control it. He would soon be overtaken by her.

Besides, he just wanted her to catch up.

At this time, Zhao Rong rushed into the forest, and Ye Yao surpassed the others, taking the lead, and soon caught up with him.

The thin sword in her hand condensed into a cold light, and she was about to stab Zhao Rong in the heart after getting close.

At this time, the difference between the two of them was less than seven steps.

Then,

Zhao Rong turned around.

I saw him brake suddenly, then turn around and turn around to face the pursuers!

The two of them were already extremely fast. At this moment, Ye Yao was running hard to stop, and Zhao Rong was rushing towards him again. He was too fast to react.

The two sides met each other almost without taking a breath.

Ye Yao was shocked. He only had one thought in his mind at this moment... How dare he? Seek death?

She was so energetic that she wanted to stab him through the heart.

However,

Her sword is missing.

I saw a flash of gray light.

The woman's palms were empty.

Before she lost her life sword, she had time to calm down her shock.

As soon as the gray mist rolled in, the woman surrounded felt that all her sword energy was gone.

Like a sharp sword being sheathed...
Chapter completed!