Zhang Ziliang waited in Qingyuxuan for less than half a month but did not see Zhuo Lian coming, so he was going to leave Nanling and go back to Tianji Sect before making any plans, after all he was more concerned about Qin Xueyao's situation.
He glanced at Qing Yu Xuan, who was intoxicated with money and money, and secretly sighed that this place was too exhausting for people's will. After returning the identity card to the guard, Zhang Ziliang rushed into the sky without looking back.
Not long after leaving Qingyuxuan, Zhang Ziliang heard waves of spiritual power fluctuations and fighting sounds not far away. Zhang Ziliang couldn't help frowning under the induction of his spiritual sense. After thinking about it for a while, he hid his figure and floated towards the fighting place.
Not far from the front, three people were fighting together, the sky was filled with yellow sand under the agitation of spiritual power, and the girl who was besieged by two men was Yan Qimei.
The girl danced lightly, with a three-foot red silk in her hand flying up and down around Yan Qimei, like a red barrier, firmly protecting her in it.
At the end of the red silk, a short sword exuding orchid light collided with the magic weapons of the two people from time to time, making ding ding sounds.
Although Yan Qimei and those two were able to fight for a while, as time passed, the girl had already started to get injured due to the decrease of her spiritual power.
Although the two attacked violently, they avoided the girl's vital points everywhere, and they seemed to want to capture Yan Qimei alive.
"Where did this girl and her elder brother go?" Zhang Ziliang, who was watching the battle hidden from the side, murmured in his heart, should he help.
At this moment, the magic weapon in one of them shone brightly, as if he wanted to hit Yan Qimei seriously. Seeing the Lingbao attacking, Yan Qimei had an inexplicable smile on her lips.
Yan Qimei suddenly rushed not far away, she put away the magic weapon, and stood there motionless, as if she didn't see the flying magic weapon at all.
It was too late and then too soon, when the magic weapon was about to hit Yan Qimei, a hand full of lightning suddenly appeared out of thin air, grabbing the magic weapon in its hand!
"Twice." Zhang Ziliang coughed dryly, then turned to look at Yan Qimei behind him.
Yan Qimei smiled embarrassedly, and said: "The future head of my Yan family owes you a favor."
"Yan family," Zhang Ziliang heyed noncommittally, turned to look at the two people and asked, "Why did they arrest you?"
"Stranger, I advise you not to meddle in the internal affairs of my Yan family."
While the man was speaking, he recited the formula silently in his heart, trying to recall the magic weapon, but felt the magic weapon shaking in his hand, Zhang Ziliang exerted force in his hand, and after a crackling sound, the person who spoke suddenly lost contact with the magic weapon.
The natal magic weapon was damaged, the man's face turned pale immediately, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He said sternly, "You...you dare to damage my magic weapon!"
Zhang Ziliang snorted coldly, grabbed the tower-shaped magic weapon with both hands, and rubbed it vigorously. The surface of the magic weapon was immediately covered with cracks, and it turned into pieces and fell from his fingers to the ground.
Although it was only an ordinary magic weapon for monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, Zhang Ziliang was capable of destroying it with bare hands, which showed how powerful it was, and Yan Qimei was dumbfounded.
The talisman was destroyed, the man's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The person who was walking with him turned green and pale, said three words 'good', and said: "How dare you leave your name!"
"Tianjizong, Zhang Ziliang." Although Zhang Ziliang was not afraid of the other party, he still pulled off the tiger's skin, speaking in a calm manner.
"Although the Tianji Sect is the great sect, the Yan family will never let it go, I hope you will take care of yourself!"
Zhang Ziliang was about to say something, when suddenly there was an explosion sound from a distance, the man's expression changed, he brought his companions together and turned into a ray of light and charged into the distance.
Yan Qimei's lips moved behind him, but she didn't say anything, but rolled her eyes, she didn't know what she was thinking.
Not long after, a flying rainbow in the distance came from far to near, hovered over the heads of Zhang Ziliang and Yan Qimei, and then fell down. The person who came was Yan Cangyao, Yan Qimei's elder brother.
Seeing that his sister was safe and sound, Yan Cangyao heaved a sigh of relief, and then saw Zhang Ziliang frowning involuntarily. Seeing Yan Cangyao staring at him, Zhang Ziliang immediately became angry and stared back.
Feeling the increasingly embarrassing atmosphere, Yan Qimei gave a dry cough, hurried out to smooth things over, and said, "Brother, thanks to his help."
Then Yan Qimei trotted to Yan Cangyao's side for a while, pulled his ear and whispered something, Yan Cangyao's face looked better.
"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for your help. Yan Mou remembers your favor." Yan Cangyao slightly cupped his hands at Zhang Ziliang.
"It's a small effort, it's nothing to worry about," Zhang Ziliang raised his hand to respond, but he changed his voice and asked again: "Brother Yan, how did you know that I lost Yuanyang?"
Zhang Ziliang had been thinking about this matter all the time. He couldn't figure it out. Could it be that Yan Cangyao happened to be listening in the corner next door.
That Yan Qimei covered her mouth and smiled, and said, "Yunyan Diao is a spiritual pet raised by my elder brother, and has a special sensitivity to Yang Qi."
Zhang Ziliang nodded. Seeing that Yan Cangyao didn't intend to explain what happened just now, he didn't bother to ask. It's just that from the few words that the person said just now, some inside stories can be guessed.
With her hands behind her back, Yan Qimei hopped up to Zhang Ziliang, looked at him, and asked, "I wonder what Mr. Zhang's plan is next?"
"I need to go back to Zongmen first."
"Then we happen to be going the same way." Yan Qimei narrowed her eyes like crescent moons, with a smile on her face.
For some reason, Zhang Ziliang felt that he was being used, but he couldn't get angry. He glanced at Yan Cangyao and nodded to Yan Qimei.
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Standing on a cliff at the edge of the desert, Zhuo Lian looked at the endless coast, thinking a lot in her heart. Even though he can fly into the sky and escape from the ground now, he still feels small in the face of nature.
"I don't know if the old man is still blocking the other side."
After pondering for a moment, Zhuo Lian turned into a ray of light and flew towards the Sky Devouring Sea. After flying in the sea for several days, she realized that it was just a dream to cross the sea with her current ability.
And yesterday she also saw two very terrifying giant beasts fighting each other in the sea, which made her immediately give up the idea of continuing to cross the sea. It would be foolish to move forward knowingly that it is death.
After Zhuo Lian found a deserted island with aura near the sea, she immediately entered the state of cultivation. Since she can't advance or retreat at the moment, she plans to cultivate quietly here for a period of time.
"It won't be too late to return to Nanling through the desert when one's own strength is sufficient."
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In the Tianji sect and Xuanyue's lineage, Qin Xueyao, who finished her training, came to the yard and looked at the Autumn Flame Maple. She always felt as if she had forgotten something, but she couldn't remember it.
"Sister Xueyao."
When Qin Xueyao heard someone calling her, she turned her head and couldn't help showing joy. She walked up to Xia Jinxuan and said, "Sister Xuan is back."
Xia Jinxuan patted Qin Xueyao's head, and asked, "What is sister Xueyao thinking, I've seen you always staring at this tree in a daze."
"Sister Xuan, can you tell me about this tree?"
"This tree is just an ordinary tree. Sister Yingyao planted it herself when she was a child." Xia Jinxuan looked at the Autumn Flame Maple with memories in her eyes. It's just a small sapling.
"Then can you tell me a story about Sister Yingyao?"
Xia Jinxuan smiled lightly, and said, "Then you can't fall asleep, because her affairs are basically boring."