"How is it, master? Is it beautiful?"

Her charming face, especially her seductive eyes and seductive red lips, made Bing Chen almost subconsciously nod in agreement.

At the critical moment, a little coolness soaked into his mind, and Bingchen suddenly came back to his senses. Feeling embarrassed, he quickly put on a serious and serious expression.

"Tch, it seems that the Ice Soul Suxin Jue is still somewhat effective." Lan Youmeng pouted.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, you two get ready, we will leave the city another day."

"Leave the city?" Bingchen asked in confusion.

"I, a disciple of the Blood Soul Sect, cannot be like bean sprouts. Only by fighting with blood and bathing in the enemy's blood can we grow quickly. If you meditate and practice all day like this, not only will your cultivation be slow, but once you encounter a life-and-death fight, you will definitely lose your footing."

"Master, do you want us to hunt monsters?" Bing Chen asked.

"That's right, don't you want the Blood Soul Pill? You don't dare to kill people. Why, are you afraid of monsters?" Lan Youmeng teased.

“Just what I wanted!”

A smile appeared at the corner of Lan Youmeng's mouth, and then she looked at Ling Xuan and pointed her finger at the center of her eyebrows.

"Xiao Xuan'er, you are a good candidate for practicing Blood Soul Kung Fu." Lan Youmeng said with a slight curl of the corners of her mouth.

A majestic message entered Ling Xuan's mind. She immediately understood what was going on and wanted to resist, but she couldn't resist at all. It was not until a while later that Lan Youmeng relaxed her fingers with a smile on her face.

"Senior, you!"

"Huh? What do you call me?" Lan Youmeng looked at Ling Xuan with a faint look.

Ling Xuan was speechless. Seeing this, Bing Chen quickly stepped forward, patted her delicate hand gently and nodded slightly to her.

"Teacher...Master..."

"That's pretty much it, Xiaoxuan'er, this is your chance, come on, smile." Lan Youmeng said with a smile.

A wry smile appeared on Ling Xuan's lips. This was indeed her opportunity, but she didn't know how to explain it to Qiu Yunzhu.

"Okay, I'm tired too, but I'm in a good mood. I've found another precious apprentice."

As soon as the words fell, Lan Youmeng turned into a flash of red light and disappeared between Bingchen's eyebrows.

"Relax and understand, this technique is not as evil as you think." Bing Chen said with a soft smile.

"Um!"

However, at this moment, Ling Xuan's cell phone rang. As soon as she answered the call, Chen Yuan's slightly anxious voice came out.

"Xuan'er, it's bad, Miss Shen is missing!"

Hearing this, Bingchen quickly grabbed the phone and saw Chen Yuan's anxious expression on the screen, and his heart immediately sank.

"Aunt Yuan, don't panic, speak slowly."

In a few words, Chen Yuan explained the general situation.

Two days ago, Shen Yiyan put Chen Yuan and Chen Yuan to sleep by tapping their acupuncture points. When they woke up, it was already two days later. After searching to no avail, the two finally determined that Shen Yiyan had driven away in a pickup truck.

"elder brother!"

Seeing Bingchen's gloomy face, Ling Xuan gently held his arm, looking a little uneasy as well.

"I was careless."

"Let's go to Qingyun College!"

When Shen Yiyan disappeared, Bingchen's first thought was of Qingyun College where he and Shen Yiyan studied. He had almost no relatives, and Shen Yiyan didn't have many friends. Perhaps it was because of fear, fear of bringing disaster to others, fear of others knowing about his situation, and Bingchen

In memory, the only good friend Shen Yiyan had was her roommate.

After hurriedly transmitting the message to Qiu Yunzhu, the two stepped on the Ningshuang Sword and flew towards the outside of Jianling Academy.

Qingyun College, a university where ordinary students study. When Bingchen and his wife arrived, it was already dark, a few hours later.

"elder brother."

Ling Xuan gently pulled the corner of Bingchen's clothes.

"Um."

Bingchen nodded slightly, and they knew what the other was thinking without any need for words.

Being alert, the two of them went straight to a girls' apartment in the college and entered one of the dormitories without anyone noticing.

"who!"

A panicked voice came, and Bing Chen immediately stepped in front of the woman, pointed at her chest, and blocked her movement.

"Song Wen, don't be afraid, it's me."

Seeing the woman's face full of fear and haggard, with her hands holding a dagger tightly, Bing Chen quickly spoke out to comfort her.

Hearing this voice, Song Wen subconsciously looked at the person in front of her, and then her face showed excitement and a bit of relief.

Seeing this, Bing Chen unlocked her acupuncture points. Song Wen's body went limp. If Bing Chen hadn't held her up, she would have almost fallen to the ground.

"Bingchen, it's really you!" Song Wen said excitedly.

"What happened? Where is Du Xiaoyi?" Seeing Song Wen's expression was abnormal, Bingchen asked quickly.

Hearing this, Song Wen's face suddenly showed panic, and she said urgently: "Save Xiaoyi, go and save Xiaoyi, it's too late!"

As if she had lost an inch, Song Wen's eyes were filled with panic and fear again.

"What's going on? Please tell me carefully."

Bing Chen grabbed his wrist and used his spiritual power to calm his uneasy mood.

"Three days ago, a cultivator broke into this place and took Xiaoyi away by force."

"By the way, that person left a mobile phone and asked me to give it to you and Yi Yan."

With that said, Song Wen quickly handed the mobile phone on the table beside her to Bing Chen.

"Bingchen, go and save Xiaoyi, she...she..."

Speaking of this, Song Wen suddenly started to swallow more, and two lines of tears fell down her cheeks.

Bingchen quickly turned on his phone, and a video immediately played automatically.

A nearly naked girl, with scars all over her body, dull eyes, and bleeding from the corner of her mouth, was lying on a messy bed. In the video, a man's sinister laughter could also be heard.

"Asshole!" Bing Chen shouted.

However, at this time, a recording suddenly came from the mobile phone.

"Shen Yiyan, come back to me within three days, otherwise no one you know will survive."

Snapped!

Bing Chen squeezed his hand and the phone instantly turned into powder.

His face was covered with frost, and Bing Chen's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Bingchen, help me, today is the third day, I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

"They don't dare to care about me, please, help me." Song Wen knelt down in front of Bing Chen, praying with tears on her face.

Bingchen hurriedly hissed at her and gently helped her up, feeling extremely ashamed.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine." Bing Chen comforted softly.

"But still remember what clues the immortal cultivator left?" Bing Chen asked.

Her mind was already occupied by fear. How could Song Wen still remember so much, but she just kept crying. Bingchen had no choice but to temporarily leave her to Ling Xuan's care.

Like a ghost, Bing Chen jumped out of the balcony and reached the roof of the building in the next moment through the misty night. He saw a middle-aged man taking out his mobile phone. As Bing Chen's spiritual power was running, a little ice crystal quickly condensed on the palm of his hand, turning into

An ice needle as thin as a hair.

With a swift swipe, the ice needle struck the back of the man's head with lightning speed.

It wasn't until this moment that the middle-aged man felt anything. The hairs all over his body suddenly stood up. He subconsciously moved to the side, but it was still a little too late. The next moment, a stinging pain came to the back of his head, and his body was instantly numb, and a cold air rushed in.

Within his body, within a few moments, the meridians and muscles throughout his body were frozen.

Bing Chen stepped forward, came behind the man, and slashed his neck with a palm knife. The middle-aged man immediately lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Everything went smoothly from the moment Bing Chen reached the roof to the time the middle-aged man was subdued. The total time it took was less than three breaths.

Mentioning that person, Bingchen jumped up again and returned to Song Wen's dormitory a moment later.

Throwing the man to the ground like a dead pig, Bing Chen asked: "But this man?"

Song Wen was startled and hurriedly hid behind Ling Xuan, took a cautious glance, and then nodded slightly, but at the same time, there was a hint of incredulity in her eyes.

With a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, Bing Chen inserted a finger into the man's heart, and activated his Blood Soul Skill, and the essence and blood all over his body quickly moved towards his heart.

The severe pain caused the middle-aged man to open his eyes. When he noticed the situation, the expression on his face was immediately replaced by fear.

He wanted to scream loudly, but his throat and mouth were frozen, and he could only make a squeaking sound. He could clearly feel that his vitality was rapidly passing away, and the remaining body temperature was also quickly dissipating.

"Tell me, where did you take the person?" Bing Chen said in a cold voice.

As soon as a finger was pointed at his throat, the man immediately screamed, and then he quickly prayed in that hoarse voice: "I said, I said, please let me go."
To be continued...