Leng Mingcheng looked cold and his mouth was full of sneer. At this time, the Sword Sect had already learned a lesson!

If you dare to touch his Leng family, even if you are one of the Forty-Nine Orthodox Orthodox, you will still have to pay a heavy price.

I think after this, the Leng family's reputation will definitely be stronger. It depends on which force dares to provoke him in the future.

Instead, Leng Qianqiu had already obtained the king-level divine sword, and his strength increased greatly, Leng Mingcheng felt even more happy.

I fantasized about the future majesty of the Leng family. After a gust of wind blew, Leng Mingcheng suddenly shivered, and then he noticed that the sky had become much dimmed.

"At this time, Qianqiu should be back soon."

Leng Mingcheng walked to the gate of the hall with an expectant look on his face.

The family has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and finally there is a king-level magical sword!

Moreover, this matter was done by his son, and it was destined to include a heavy stroke of his writing in the future records of the Leng family.

Time passed little by little until the sky was dark and cold Qianqiu still did not appear.

Leng Mingcheng frowned, "Is Qianqiu a big fight in the Sword Sect? This is better to be cautious. Although he is not afraid of anything, it is not a big or small problem to be used by someone who is interested."

Shaking his head, he turned around and walked towards the backyard, and his mind couldn't help but see the beautiful white body of the newly-accepted concubine, and his steps could not help but speed up a little.

Until this moment, Leng Mingcheng still did not realize that something had happened to Leng Qianqiu. Or, in his subconscious, the Sword Sect was not a terrible force in Xinjiang East or Zhongzhou, and it was impossible for him to threaten him.

The second day.

Leng Mingcheng, who had been riding a horse all night, was not tired at all. He walked forward in high spirits and asked an old servant casually: "Have Master Qianqiu been back?"

"The villain waited for a night yesterday, but the young master has not come back yet." The old servant spoke respectfully.

Leng Mingcheng paused, "Have you come back yet?" He couldn't help but feel a little dull, but he was quickly suppressed, and he smiled and said, "It seems that Qianqiu has made a lot of noise in the Sword Sect this time! As expected, he is still young and frivolous. Even if his cultivation has reached the second step of the Heavenly Dao, his mind is still not good."

He took two steps, shook his head, turned around and said, "Send a message to the young master, be careful when doing things, don't go too far."

"Yes, lord." The old servant turned around and left in a hurry.

Soon, before Leng Mingcheng enjoyed the various sumptuous breakfasts carefully prepared with rare fruits, the old servant rushed over with anxious expressions, "Master, the message I gave to Master Qianqiu cannot be transmitted."

"What?" Leng Mingcheng frowned and finally realized that something was wrong, but he still had luck in his heart. He hesitated and said, "Send the Holy Land with a humble wording, asking Qianqiu's whereabouts. Perhaps, he had something to do and had not set off to go to the Sword Sect."

The old servant nodded, "The villain also thinks that. If Young Master Qianqiu takes action, the Sword Sect will be able to make it easy, let it be."

As he said that, he bowed and left quickly.

...

Holy Land of Hell.

Miniature teleportation arrays are densely distributed in every corner of the hall, and several monks keep passing through it to collect or teleport.

This reduced version of the teleportation array cannot be transmitted to monks, but it can be used to convey information and help the holy land monitor movements and situations in all parts of the world.

Buzz —

A miniature teleportation array suddenly lit up, and a jade slip appeared. The monk in charge of this area walked over quickly. When his divine thoughts swept his brows, he couldn't help frowning, "The Leng family came to ask where Lord Leng Qianqiu is? Who doesn't know that Lord Leng Qianqiu has been in seclusion and has not come out. The Leng family is a little confused."

As he said that, he threw the jade slip aside and continued to be busy.

In the early morning, the night news from all parties was summarized. It was the busiest time of the day, and this person quickly forgot about this jade slip.

Two hours later, when he was free, the monk noticed the Leng family's jade slip again, patted his eyebrows and said, "I almost forgot. I haven't replied to the Leng family yet. Lord Leng Qianqiu is in seclusion. Why are the Leng family causing trouble!"

"Hehe, stop complaining, make sure to reply immediately. If it reaches Lord Leng Qianqiu's ears, be careful that you can't eat it and leave." A person next to him smiled.

The monk shrank his head and did not dare to talk more. He quickly sent out a jade slip for inquiry.

Soon the news came back, and the man touched his head, looking shocked, "Lord Leng Qianqiu came out of seclusion a few days ago... The last place was the Sword Sect..."

The people next to him were also surprised. After all, Leng Qianqiu didn't walk much yesterday, and there were very few people who knew about the incident of leaving the seclusion. But soon, his face changed, "Send a message back to the Leng family quickly, there may be something wrong."

The man's heart was trembling, and he came to his senses and hurriedly teleported the result over.

...

Leng Mingcheng looked angry, "It's been two hours, why haven't you replied yet? How dare these people not take my Leng family in their eyes? It's really presumptuous!"

"Stop the anger, there should be a reply letter soon." The old servant advised carefully, but he felt a little dissatisfied.

He is a monk from the Holy Land. Even if you are angry, you will not dare to take action even if you stand in front of you.

Suddenly, a light burst out from the teleportation array.

"I've replied!" The old servant hurriedly took it out and presented it with both hands.

Leng Mingcheng didn't care about being angry, so he took his mind to penetrate, and his face suddenly changed, "Young Master went to the Sword Sect yesterday!" A layer of sweat suddenly burst out from his face... There was something wrong, there must be something wrong!

Before I could think about it, with Leng Qianqiu's cultivation level, how could something wrong happen? Leng Mingcheng suddenly roared, "Hurry up, send the message to the Holy Land, go to the Sword Sect to rescue Qianqiu!"

...

When the Leng family sent a message to the table of the elders of the Holy Land, the messenger of the Sword Sect came to the holy land with a look of fatigue and sent a hundred thousand urgent messages to the Sword Sect.

The new sect leader defected and the whereabouts of Leng Qianqiu was unknown after capturing Leng Qianqiu. The Sword Sect leader Jian Wudao sued himself to apologize to the holy land...

The huge amount of information made the monks in the holy land widen their eyes, but soon he jumped up like a burning butt and rushed out hurriedly.

Soon, the entire holy land was in full bloom.

...

At this moment, Mo Yu's figure was tens of thousands of miles away from the Sword Sect.

His expression was calm, and every step he took, the space was slightly distorted, as if he had pulled two invisible points closer, and each step could cross an endless distance.

Soon, a figure fleeing in a panic appeared in sight.

This person is the leader of the Divine Cult.

Mo Yu fought Leng Qianqiu. This person escaped early when he saw that the situation was not good, but he didn't expect that his whereabouts had been locked by Mo Yu.

At this moment, there were countless cracks on the gorgeous robe of the Lord of the Divine Cult, his disheveled hair and his face was pale.

If there are many life-saving powers in the Divine Sect, he has long been killed under the sword.

But now, he is at the end of his strength and has no power to escape.

Feeling the fierce murderous intent approaching behind him, the Lord of the Divine Sect suddenly turned around and said in despair: "The Lord of the Sword Sect, I already know that I am wrong. Please give me a chance and give me a way out."

Mo Yu's face was cold and his voice came out loud, "Dao United Front Work Platform, I have spared you once."

He raised his hand and slashed forward with Xuanhuang Sword.

puff--

The blood flower bloomed, and the head of the Divine Cult was distorted! He waved his sleeves and took his storage ring. Mo Yu's expression moved slightly, turned around and looked towards the direction of the Sword Sect, and his mind felt a little inexplicable.

"Has been discovered?"
Chapter completed!