"Miss Zhang, is the battle over?" Li Xiumiao came behind Zhang Wanru and asked.

"I don't know." Zhang Wanru, holding the flying sword, did not relax her vigilance at all. She observed the flying sword and everything outside through the gaps in the stone wall.

As soon as this statement comes out.

Li Xiumiao, who had already relaxed his vigilance, Shu Sanhe and others shrank their necks and hid in the cellar again with horror.

Zhang Wanru continued to observe the outside world.

The enemy must be hidden in the hidden magic circle.

The one just now might have killed it, or it might not have been.

That's right... he said that the remote-controlled black flying sword did indeed scatter and fell to the ground, but this did not mean that the enemy had already died.

Maybe it's pretending...

When you relax your vigilance and walk out with a swagger, you will immediately launch a fatal attack.

After waiting for nearly a cup of tea, Zhang Wanru became more and more sure that the enemy in the dark was not dead at all, and might not even be injured.

The falling black flying sword was just the trap he arranged.

It's an old fox!

How can I force him out?

Zhang Wanru's eyes narrowed.

All kinds of plans came over her mind.

Just when Zhang Wanru and Xu Jintang were fighting wisely.

A team of five people appeared.

Jianshilin Lamb Restaurant is one of the few white shops in the entire rock desert, so it has a good business and is often visited.

This five-person team is naturally here to visit.

"Hey! There is actually a flying sword." A chubby Taoist saw the black flying sword falling to the ground with an excited look on his face and wanted to take it into his pocket.

In the stone house, a sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Wanru's mouth.

She didn't care about the lives of these strangers at all. As long as she could force the enemies in the dark to appear, these people would die.

"Don't go!" The old man who led the team grabbed the chubby monk. He looked at the dense sword marks on the mutton restaurant with a serious look.

These sword marks are fresh.

This is the battlefield!

And it's not over yet.

"Let's retreat!" The old man who led the team waved his hand, and the five of them retreated one after another, hiding from a distance to observe.

This decision made them transform from the fish that was affected to the fisherman watching the fire from the other side of the river.

"Master Xie, what's going on?" The chubby Qi training practice still didn't understand what was going on at this time.

"This is a sword cultivator in the duel. Let's just hide away and see." The old man surnamed Xie, who led the team, said with a deep thought.

On the other side.

Zhang Wanru knew that this team of monks would not be fooled, so she simply stepped to the cellar, kicked open the cellar door, and said to the people in the cellar: "Who can borrow a flying sword from me?"

Whoosh!

A low-grade flying sword shot out from the stone wall of the Kinshilin Lamb Restaurant and headed towards the black flying sword lying on the ground.

The black flying sword without any inspiration suddenly surged, bounced away the low-grade flying sword borrowed by Zhang Wanru, and then the black top-grade flying sword here shot towards the direction where Zhang Wanru was hiding.

clang!

Another crisp sound.

Zhang Wanru used the green-dial sword in her hand to slash at the black flying sword again.

The black flying sword's spiritual light dissipated, and a wailing cry was heard, and even a fine crack appeared on the sword's body.

Just at this moment.

On a high ground two or three hundred meters away on the right side of the Jianshilin Lamb Restaurant, an old man suddenly appeared and fled into a stream of light.

Whoosh!

Zhang Wanru, who had been preparing for a long time, sacrificed the green sculpture sword in her hand.

The top-quality flying sword was extremely fast and almost instantly penetrated into Xu Jintang's chest.

A black light shield rose.

Xu Jintang's life-saving velvet shield was naturally inspired.

Only in a moment.

The light shield was slashed by the flying sword.

The green eagle sword pierced Xu Jintang's chest and completely wiped out his vitality.

The Qingdiao Sword hovered in the air, picked up Xu Jintang's storage bag, and then flew back to the Jianshilin Lamb Restaurant.

About five or six hundred meters away.

"Master Xie, that flying sword seems to be the green eagle of Mr. Murong?"

Xie Feng waved his hand to stop the disciple from speaking.

Under the gaze of Xie Feng and other passers-by monks, a woman in black clothes walked out of the Jianshilin Lamb Restaurant.

The woman glanced at Xie Feng and others slightly, and turned into a ray of light and left.

"Let's go! Go and ask about the woman's situation. How could Mr. Murong's Qing Diao be in her hands?" Xie Feng took his disciples to the Jianshilin Lamb Restaurant to inquire about the news.

...

Rocky desert.

Not far from Jianshi Forest, there is a white stone slope, and there is a huge lake under the white stone slope.

The lake is clear and beautiful, like a mirror.

A little wild boar strolls on the edge of the lake as if admiring the mirror-like scenery of the lake

Zhu Zishan didn't know the name of this lake, but he knew that he had chased and lost a young master from Jinzhou who had attacked him here.

The man's name should be Murong Kang.

Several hours ago.

The rain in the sharp stone forest was surging.

Murong Kang took advantage of Zhu Zishan's twitching process to launch a sneak attack.

The best flying sword green carved sword cut through his thick skin.

Zhu Zishan pierced the power of the earth and defeated Murong Kang.

Murong Kang used the blood escape talisman to escape, and his speed was far faster than Zhu Zishan.

However, Zhu Zishan is a wild boar demon. Lin Min's pig nose makes Zhu Zishan easily lock in Murong Kang's escape direction.

When the magic power of the Blood Escape Talisman disappeared, Murong Kang would inevitably be caught up by Zhu Zishan and bitten to death.

But in the end, Zhu Zishan was still lost. Murong Kang came to this lake and washed away the smell on his body.

Zhu Zishan walked around the lake and did not find Murong Kang, so he went back to find Zhang Wanru.

After finding Zhang Wanru, Zhang Wanru diligently soothes Zhu Zishan's emotions, and then takes out a top-quality flying sword from the storage bag, allowing Zhu Zishan to help refine it.

After chasing Murong Kang, Zhu Zishan no longer had any hope of killing this guy who sneaked into attacking him.

But this top-quality flying sword was actually refined by Zhang Wanru.

This means...

Maybe there is still a chance.

...

Jianshilin Lamb Restaurant.

The passerby monk Xie Feng and five others from Jinzhou threw down two spirit stones and left.

They have already heard of the news.

A female cultivator named Zhang Wanru picked up a top-quality flying sword.

The old man just now was greedy for this top-quality flying sword and died at the hands of the female cultivator.

That sword should be the Qingyu Sword of Mr. Murong Kang.

During the two sword cultivators just confronted each other, Wang Tuozi, the chef of Jianshilin Lamb Restaurant, was killed.

Now they are busy with funerals, and it is impossible for them to entertain Xie Feng and others.

Xie Feng was so worldly, so he naturally took his disciples away.

All the guests left.

Everyone in the Jianshilin Lamb Restaurant sat around the kitchen, all of whom were depressed and didn't say a word.

Even Li Xiumiao, who was usually stingy, sat in the corner with a depressed look on his face, not wanting to say a word.

Wang Tuozi is dead.

Gou Xun died, and the most annoying thing is that he died of drunkenness.

It's really a terrible coward.

"Gudong, Gudong, Gudong..."

Li Xiumiao raised her head and looked at Shu Sanhe with a strange look on her face.

"Where did you get the wine?" Li Xiumiao asked.

"Go Xun drinks the rest, eat some mutton, and life has to continue." Shu Sanhe tore off a piece of mutton from a half piece of roasted lamb and handed it to Li Xiumiao.

Now that the meal time has passed, the mutton restaurant suddenly changes, and two brothers who share the joys and sorrows have died. Everyone feels uncomfortable and no one is willing to cook, so they share most of the remaining mutton in the guest room.

Looking at this piece of mutton that was roasted inside and tender outside.
Chapter completed!