Zhang Zheng turned around with a calm expression, and his eyes fell on the woman in front of him.
Her eyebrows are as curved as willows, not frowning but sad, and her eyes are as sparkling as mist, and you can feel the tenderness of your eyes when you look at them.
With a delicate and pitiful appearance, who else could she be but Tan Ying?
Zhang Zheng never saw Tan Ying again after we parted ways in the meeting hall last time, nor did she go to the Guyuan Secret Land. Now that we saw her again, he was shocked to find that he could still not see clearly despite her cultivation.
She has already condensed into a golden elixir.
Zhang Zheng was calm and calm. He had developed the ability to automatically filter out and ignore the weird names he called her. He calmly handed her over and said, "Zhang Zheng has met senior sister."
Tan Ying chuckled, her eyebrows were picturesque, she moved lightly, took two steps forward, and almost came to Zhang Zheng.
The warm breath hit the neck, stimulating the fair and sensitive skin to instantly raise a layer of goosebumps, and the tips of the ears flushed unconsciously.
Zhang Zheng frowned and subconsciously wanted to step back, but was surprised to find that he could not move his legs at all.
"Junior sister Zhengzheng, why are you running away in such a hurry? I don't want to eat you."
The tender voice was filled with a hint of sadness, and to Zhang Zheng's ears it sounded like the whisper of a devil.
If you don't run, you are a fool, just like a pervert!
Zhang Zheng lowered the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed fiercely, he held his right hand, and a dark fire stick appeared out of thin air.
Just when she couldn't restrain herself and raised the fire stick high, about to fall hard on her head, Tan Ying turned her eyes and quickly took two steps back.
The confinement disappeared, Zhang Zheng stared at Tan Ying solemnly, the crude fire stick in his hand had naturally hung to his side, and his tone was cold and ruthless.
"Senior Sister, if anything happens, just say it's okay. If nothing happens, I won't stay with Senior Sister if I have something else to do."
Tan Ying retracted her gaze from the fire stick, but she became interested in it. This ugly thing could actually make her feel a threat.
Her eyes fell back on Zhang Zheng, and she smiled nonchalantly, "Junior sister Zheng Zheng, if you have something urgent to do, go ahead. I just want to catch up with my old friends."
After she said this, Zhang Zheng turned around and left.
"Zheng Zheng, please don't waste your fortune like this next time. How can you let outsiders taste good things at will?"
The raised foot suddenly stopped in the air, Zhang Zheng's pupils dilated, and he turned back suddenly. There was nothing in front of him, and Tan Ying's figure had long since disappeared.
His eyebrows were furrowed, his heartbeat was beating like a drum, his fingers unconsciously clenched his palms, feeling the slight sting in his palms, and his eyes darkened.
What exactly does she know?
What on earth does she want to do!
…
Three days later, Wanxuanmen broke off its peak.
The tall mountain is cut off in the middle, with lush trees and green grass on the sides, but in its cross section there is only bare black stone and yellow land. When the mountain wind suddenly blows, sand and rocks are blown away.
Thousands of years ago, the real person slashed his sword horizontally, stopping the clouds and breaking the mountains. The terrifying sword energy still remains to this day, and not a single blade of grass grows.
Thousands of people gathered scatteredly into hundreds of small teams, standing on the broken peak, waiting for the boundary to open.
"Hello, Senior Sister Zhang."
Zhang Zheng heard the nervousness in her voice, raised his lips and smiled, and replied in a gentle tone: "You don't have to be cautious. It's not convenient for your identity to be exposed in the lower world. Just call me Sister Zhang Zheng."
The woman who spoke blinked, intertwined her fingertips, and replied "Hello". After a pause, she said urgently: "Zhang...Sister Zhang Zheng, my name is Jiao Min, you can call me Jiao Jiao."
She has a pretty face, round almond-shaped eyes, and a somewhat restrained manner. She looks like an innocent girl in her prime, who is at the seventh level of Qi training.
"Zhu Tianshun" is a male disciple who looks a little out of place from one side to another, with thick eyebrows and small eyes, thick and plump lips that are raised high, and the curvature can almost lift a bottle of oil.
He has just turned thirty and is at the ninth level of qi training. He has good qualifications and cultivation in the outer sect.
Thinking that he was used to being flattered by lower-level disciples, his slender eyes were slanted upward, revealing a sense of arrogance and arrogance.
But when facing Zhang Zheng, he restrained his arrogance and said respectfully: "My surname is Zhu and my name is Tianshun. Sister Zhang Zheng can call me whatever I want."
The other person is also a male disciple. His long black hair is cut short from the collarbone and is not tied up. It is only hung casually on his shoulders. At first glance, he could almost be mistaken for a woman.
What is incompatible with his soft short hair is his cold and sharp eyebrows and face shape. Once you see this face, you will never mistake it for him.
Zhu Tianshun snorted at him with his nostrils turned upward, his dissatisfaction unmistakable.
The male disciple who had been keeping his head down and said nothing then raised his eyes and glanced at the three of them.
His voice was as cold as a cold face, and the content of his words was extremely concise, with only one name.
"Xie Ge."
Zhang Zheng glanced at him curiously. Her cultivation was solid and she was at the eighth level of Qi training. Then she looked away. It was none of her business to be taciturn, as long as the task could be completed smoothly.
Zhu Tianshun curled his lips disdainfully at Xie Ge, his eyes almost rolling to the sky.
Just in time to catch a glimpse of his small eyes that were trying to roll their eyes in mockery, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but laugh in her heart, really like a dead fish that was about to roll over.
Of course, I could only think this in my heart, with a peaceful and calm expression on my face, looking up at the sky above Broken Mountain.
The cloudless sky has faded away from blue, and is like a washed white sky. The sky is vast and infinite.
As long as you stand on the ground and look up at such an endless sky, it is not surprising that there are countless worlds under it.
As soon as he calmed down, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but think of his original trip to Guyuan Secret Realm, where a large number of disciples died while cultivating, disappeared for no reason, and the elders who still have no news.
According to rumors, the soul lamp of the missing elder is still on, but it is getting weaker and erratic day by day, as if it will disappear in the next moment when the wind blows.
All the Yuanying monks disappeared outside the Guyuan secret realm. Zhang Zheng did not believe that the various sects and families would suspect the Ji Nan family.
But so far, no relevant news has been released.
The Ji Nan family fell into silence again after their trip to the Guyuan Secret Realm, just like they did when they were in seclusion.
Even the once-turbulent Nan family has disappeared. Has the missing Nan Zhangzhi been found? Or are they no longer planning to look for Nan Zhangzhi?
Recalling Nan Zhangzhi's arrogant look, the previous resentment caused by being unjustly implicated has long since subsided, and now I feel calm when I think about it again.
She helped him get out of the country, and he also helped her get out of the country.
From start to finish, it's just a transaction.
Although one of the parties to the transaction did not know about it and did not agree to it.
But would the Nan family, who were willing to go to war over Nan Zhangzhi's disappearance, really suddenly give up looking for her?
The answer is of course impossible, so there is only one other possibility left.
Nanzhangzhi has been found, or they have determined that Nanzhangzhi must be safe at this time.
His eyes quietly darkened a little, and there was a hint of suspicion.
Zhang Zheng always felt that this matter was too strange. Ji Nan's family was very suspicious and had something to do with it.
"All disciples listen to the order and enter the realm gate with the mission card. The time limit is three months. When they return, they use the mission card to open the realm gate."
The voice is as loud as a bell.
A faint circle of ripples slowly spread out in the sky, forming an irregular circular light curtain.
Chapter completed!