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After the war, cleaning up the battlefield and clearing up the mess proceeded at the same time.

At the same time, we must also figure out the cause of the incident, and we must not be unclear after a battle.

Feng Qingxiu is now also a senior in Kun-Lai, and has the honor to enter the highest-level discussion scene.

The Yishi Hall is empty and flat, with a height of two feet high, and the decoration is simple and solemn. There are dozens of sets of cases around it, and the leaders of each peak and vein are sitting.

The Lord Ange sat in the hall with his legs on his back, and reached out to let Guan Yuli remove the alien qi from the wound on her hand. Feng Qingxiu listened to Mrs. Guan once said that the true qi of a person is like blood, with different differences. , If the meridians in the body are invaded by other zhenqi, it is easy to damage the meridians and cause various injuries that are difficult to heal. Qingdifeng has specially studied hundreds of zhenqi for this purpose, and divided them into five elements and eight trigrams, Yin and Yang mixed elements*. , And researched out different ways to pull out...

The elder Yan who provoked the war was tied to his wrist by a white string, and stood in the middle of the hall, looking at the people sitting around him with a high look. He looked like thirty people. , His face was upright and majestic, without being old-fashioned, especially with blood stains on his clothes, but the bruises on his face ruined his majesty.

The young dream girl next to him is staring at him with a tender look, like a bride who is about to get married staring at her dowry, she is bound to win.

"...How do I know how Yanhui suddenly went crazy and rushed into my sword pavilion, and said that I injured his grandson," An Xian waved her hand like a queen, with an expression that I didn't know, "I'm the kind Do you like to make trouble? Who is his grandson? Would I take a look at someone who can't take my sword? Is there a need for injury?"

Yan Zhao shook his head in disbelief. When it comes to making trouble, the peak masters in Kun-Lai are not An Xian's opponents. She wants to go crazy to fight, but she never asks if there is anything she wants. But she doesn't bother to panic, so if she says she doesn't remember being hurt, then she definitely doesn't remember.

"That guy didn't say either." Yan Zhao glanced at the arrogant man in the middle who thought of himself as a martyr and said nothing, and fell into a groan. Although he fought with Ziyun Dao, Ziyun There is not yet a large-scale war with Kun-Lai, so do you want to use some means to make him speak?

"I can definitely let him speak," a Mengqing girl said quietly, "and I promise to return it to you in its entirety."

"Didn't you just demolish a cultivator Ziyun?" Bai Shuixian looked up at her, feeling that the power of his disciple had begun to surpass her previous wave.

"There is nothing fun about that anymore," Yimeng Qingnv disapproved, "A deity can occasionally be demolished in Kun-Lai, and it doesn't give me much inspiration."

She had long wanted to carefully study the difference between the strong man and the monk of the god, but even if it was as strong as Kun-Lai, she was not rich enough to get a man of the **** to be demolished, and her uncle was I cooperated with her once, and then I didn't know why I didn't want to cooperate again.

"Come less! Leave it to you, you must try your best to prevent him from recruiting, so that you can have more time to play!" He knows the temperament of the young girl, but Yan Zhao is still unwilling, after all. Young girl, then forge a big feud.

"How is it for fun! It's for the great cause of Kun-Lai!" The young girl walked to Yan Zhao a little wronged, pulled her arm with her little hand, and said coquettishly, "A little thing, don't think about it so much."

The rare soft voice of the Blue Witch made all the peak masters here shudder one after another, and Yan Zhao couldn't bear it even more: "Okay, let go, it's you!"

If you have a grudge, you can have grudges. Anyway, An Xian also killed a Ziyun Dao elder in Zhongzhou before, and he had already had grudges.

The young woman was very excited, and Xie didn't say a word. A cyan light rolled over and she had already taken the captive away, making everyone very speechless.

"How many disciples have yet to return?" Yan Zhao turned around and asked the peak masters.

The peak owners reported the number of people on their peaks one by one.

Fortunately, the form is a bit nervous recently, so there are very few disciples who go to Ziyun Dao City-except for some places with ample spiritual energy, which are the residences of immortals, other places are just ordinary people, and there is nothing to go shopping. .

When Feng Qingxiu finally reported the number of people, it was discovered that there were 12 disciples in Kun-Lai who were unaccounted for, and all of them asked Jianfeng disciples. The nine Jindan and three Yuanyings had all gone to Anfeng Master. Watching the sword intent in the sword pavilion, when something happened suddenly, An Xian didn't have time to bring the disciples out.

As for the casual repairers who came with the group... Kun-Lai didn't care about it.

"My sword pavilion has a large formation guardian, Qiao Qiao is also there, at that point, it should be hidden," An Xian frowned, "In an hour, he Ziyun Road should have a reply, I want to come to them I dare not hurt my disciple's life."

After the war, Ziyun Dao suffered serious losses. At that time, there should be exchange of disciples. Kun-Lai cannot kill all the monks caught. Should they be redeemed or exchanged? Or send these monks to mine spirit mines. , Are the content of the next game.

"Who is Jojo?" Yan Zhao asked.

"One of the apprentices I took is very clever." An Xian curled her lips, "He has been in charge of Jiange for a hundred years."

"Can you live for a hundred years under your hands?" Yan Zhao couldn't help but nodded, "That's a talent."

An Xian's hand holding a sword for manicure suddenly stopped, and said with a chuckle: "Master, do you want to fight me again?"

Yan Zhao's face was cold, and he said angrily: "You hit Bajiao last time, and Jianfeng's affairs are piled up like a mountain. You should go and deal with it quickly, otherwise I will stop your salary this year and see what you owe. How to pay it back! No one will help you pay it back now!"

"No one dared to let me pay it anyway." An Xian disapproved.

"I'll put it directly on their nets, can you pay it back," Yan Zhao said indifferently, "I heard that Jianfeng bought the most expensive test stone a few days ago, right?"

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After discussion, Feng Qingxiu returned to Chaiyunfeng alone.

People come and go, and the medical practitioners brought by the young girl are all beaming, talking about buying a few prisoners this time, and discussing where to rent one if they haven’t. The Kun-Lai monks who stayed in Chasing Yunfeng to heal their wounds closed their mouths, tightened their necks, and tried to minimize their sense of existence.

Feng Qingxiu was about to go back to the room and talk to the master of the paper man, when he saw a crumpled paper man crawling out of his arms.

I actually crumpled Master!

Feng Qingxiu felt very distressed for an instant, she held the paper man in her palm and touched and pressed it, which smoothed the wrinkles of the paper man.

The paper man stayed for a while, froze for a long time by the apprentice, and returned to normal when the apprentice let go.

The apprentice’s hands are so slippery...

"Okay!" The paper man patted his apprentice's hand, tried to make his voice normal, and said: "There is a picture album in the black snake. You can bring it to Brother Yang."

"But Master, the black snake is still in the city and didn't return to Feilai Peak." Feng Qingxiu had just counted the heads and was very clear. "It said that a snake quietly ate up his mice and wanted to find justice. ."

That stupid snake...

However, this little thing is not difficult for the immortals, Ji Yun came to recall for a moment, stretched out from the sky and found out a picture album: "Give this book to you Brother Yang."