Chapter 126 Two-way Choices

In the main hall of Yunxuan Gate, the owner Yunxuan and several elders stood above the hall. Down close to the central position, standing Liu Sixian, Wu Zeng and Ruoxue, who had just returned from Anyun City. The atmosphere in the hall was quite strange, as if waiting for something that had not happened.

"Sixian, just tell the truth if you have something to say." It was the elder who opened his mouth to break the calm.

Liu Sixian lowered his head slightly and punched several people in the hall respectfully. "In return to the doormaster and several elders, the three disciples followed Uncle Qinghe of Yuncheng School to find General Xia in Anyun City. He also admitted that he had killed Tong Zheng, Wang Zhao and Lin Chi."

The hall was suddenly in an uproar, and the five elders shouted in a low voice with great dissatisfaction, "Well, this stinky boy is really the same as Jin Kun, causing trouble for our Yun Xuanmen everywhere."

The elder also shook his head and sighed, "What happened later?"

"Later?" Liu Sixian's face was a little ugly and he hesitated to answer, "Later, I ordered Xia to apologize to Uncle Qinghe, but he not only did not apologize, but also said wild words, and the disciple expelled him from Yunxuanmen instead of the elder."

"This?" The elder frowned, and a little displeasure gushed out between his eyebrows. "Sixian, didn't I say that whether it was done by Xia or not, I asked you to bring him back?"

"Esbyterian, why do you protect such a person?" The five elders agreed with Liu Sixian's approach, with a trace of contempt in his tone, "The boy Xia is too arrogant. Staying in our Yunxuan School will only increase the troubles." The voice paused and said with great interest, "Sixian, was that boy killed by Qinghe or was he caught by the Yuncheng faction?"

Several elders have the same idea. When Jianxia meets Qinghe, it is undoubtedly a dead end. The elder and the ninth elder shook their heads secretly, with great regret in their hearts. A good seedling failed to make him grow up.

Just waiting for Liu Sixian to confirm, he didn't expect that the other party's face was more ugly, and even his breathing began to be short, as if he were recalling a terrible thing.

"Sixian, what's wrong with you?" This time, the speaker is the door master Yunxuan.

"Fal, back to the doorkeeper's words." Liu Sixian took a deep breath, and his voice still stammered a little. "Uncle Qinghe originally wanted to catch Xia Huiyuncheng, but Xia resisted hard, and then the two fought. Xia, Xia beat Qinghe and Uncle Qinghe seriously, and finally fled."

"Boom!"

A bolt of the blue exploded in the minds of Yun Xuan and the elders, "What are you talking about? Did Jiang Xia beat Qinghe into a serious injury? The five elders were stunned, and their eyes were full of disbelief. Not only him, but almost everyone doesn't believe it.

Liu Sixian licked his lips gently and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Yes, he beat Uncle Qinghe seriously, and his last martial arts skill was a fog phantom."

"Boom!"

The thunder in everyone's mind came one after another. At this time, Yunxuan could not maintain a little calmness. That is, in about half a year, when Xia left Yunxuanmen, he was still a six-level martial artist. Now half a year has passed, he has seriously injured a martial king, and he has also learned the strongest spiritual martial arts skills in this school, the fog phantom. Everything is so incredible.

"Ruoxue, tell me the original story." The ninth elder shouted coldly. It's not that she doesn't believe Liu Sixian. She just wants to know more about the story, and so did the elders present.

"Yes, Master." Ruoxue took a step forward and saluted first. Then I began with how the restaurant met, and then every word said by Xiang Xia, and the process of using the fog phantom to defeat Qinghe in detail. All the people in the hall had to believe this fact. There was a long sigh and a short sigh, and they were all silent. The five elders also closed their mouths and had to admit that they had lost their eyes. The potential of a ninth-level martial artist who could beat a king of martial arts into a seriously injured one was not small.

Yun Xuan sighed deeply, his eyes narrowed, and his strong voice resounded through the hall. "Old Elder, you and the nine elders go to find Xia in person. If he really doesn't want to come back, you must also reach a negotiation with the Yuncheng faction. No matter what the cost is, you can't let him fall into the hands of the Yuncheng faction. "."

"Yes, doorkeeper."

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Yuncheng School, the magnificent hall is much more magnificent than Yunxuanmen. Although the place is large, there are only three or four people, which looks empty. The head and several elders were still closed. The affairs of the sect were all taken care of by the eight elders and nine elders. At this time, the two of them looked low, their eyebrows tightened, and sighed from time to time.

"Lao Shi, I didn't expect that even you would be defeated. Is Xiao Jian Xia really so powerful?" The eight elders turned their heads and looked at a middle-aged man next to him. It was the ten elders Qinghe, whose face was slightly pale.

Ten elders clenched their fists reluctantly, "Well, I'm just losing carelessly."

The eight elders and the nine elders looked at each other, and the latter shook his head helplessly, "That's it, that's all right. Let's wait for the seven elders to bring him back!" In the past few days, the sect has been disturbed, and it must have nothing to do with the thief Xia.

As soon as the ten elders returned to the Yuncheng faction, they first told the seven elders who guarded the mountain gate. After hearing this, the latter was so violent that they went down the mountain to chase General Xia with all their strength.

"Hmm." The ten elders nodded and immediately asked in surprise, "What's the matter with the door in the past few days? Did the thief Xia come here?

The face of the eight elders was suddenly covered with gloomy dark clouds, and his eyes were full of anger. "The stinky boy ran to my cloud city to destroy the Qingyun Tower first, and then rescued the witch who killed Fan."

"What? Is the Qingyun Tower destroyed? The ten elders were falled and their eyes were wide open.

The outline of the eight elders is extremely fierce, and their fists are clenched. Recalling the day when the Qingyun Tower was destroyed, the beautiful teenager who ran out of breath to tell him, gushed out of great anger all over his body. When he found that something was wrong, the witch in prison had become his disciple, Geng Fei.

When the eight elders told all this to the ten elders, the hall fell into silence. Everyone was amazed at the wisdom and courage of General Xia, who dared to break up the mountain to save people.

"This son must not stay. The future must be a big problem for my Yuncheng faction." The eight elders said firmly that up to now, they don't understand what method Shanxia used to go up the mountain under the guard of the seven elders, and they don't know how to take Yaoer away safely.

The ten elders also had the same idea, and immediately asked, "What is the origin of the witch who killed the master of Fenyun Hall?"

The eyes of the eight elders couldn't help squinting, his cold eyes flashed by, his throat rolled, and he slowly spit out a few words.

"Daughter of the patriarch of the Ghost Sect, Gui Yaoer."

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In the dark and humid cave, a pile of bonfires add a little warmth. The beautiful woman in the green floral dress sitting next to the fire held a branch in her hand and scratched something on the ground. Maybe it's because it's too boring.

The golden flame lit up Yaoer's pretty face like an elf. She turned her head and looked at the thin teenager lying on a slate next to her. The beautiful face is pale and nearly transparent, and the chest is tied with a thick bandage. A pile of blood-stained clothes were randomly thrown on the side.

"Wake up quickly! Do you still want to find your parents? Yaoer muttered softly, and the scene where Xia was about to die after being beaten by Yuansen came to her mind. There was no pain, no resentment, but only relaxation. He is procrastinating the time to let Yaoer break through to King Wu.

"What a fool. If I were you, I would run away by myself." Yaoer scolded with dissatisfaction, but her eyes became softer and softer. Then he moved his body and took out a small green pill and stuffed it into Xia's mouth.

"Cough, cough!" The coma in the coma coughed violently, coughed out the pill and fell to the ground. Yao'er Liu frowned slightly, and the same one appeared in the palm of her hand. Before she could feed it to Zhang Xia again, she coughed again, and even the ones that had been fed to him before were spit out.

"Bastard, can't you treat me as sugar sold on the street? Did I just spoil it for you?" Yao'er was so angry that she looked at the pills scattered on the ground and understood why Xia's injury did not get better. It turned out that he didn't take all these pills at all.

Yao'er is a little anxious. If it goes on like this, even if he doesn't die, he doesn't know when he will wake up. Bastard." Yaoer squeezed her red lips tightly, took a deep breath, then put the pill into her mouth, then bent down, pressed against Xia's pale lips, and sent the medicine into the other party's mouth.

The body of the coma was actually a shock, and she vaguely felt the wonderful softness of her lips, and the memory belonging to Mengyu poured in like a tide. People don't know who they love most only when they are sick. The favorite in Xia's heart is naturally Meng Yu, the clever and lovely girl.

After feeding the medicine, Yao'er was ready to get up and leave. Unexpectedly, her arms tightly wrapped around her slender waist. Yao'er only felt that her delicate body was numb. The little mouth that had just been moved was kissed by Xia Shen. The soft tip of her tongue was intertwined and sucked greedily.

Yaoer's brain was blank, and her beautiful eyes stared round, making a "woo" sound. Her delicate body twisted, but she was tightly held by Xia. The wonderful touch came. Yaoer felt weak all over her body. Her eyebrows were stretched, and her beautiful eyes slowly closed. Unexpectedly, she began to relax. Her fragrant tongue greeted and cooperated with each other. Fang.

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The light of the bonfire gradually faded, and the teenager on the slate slept peacefully, with a satisfied smile on the corners of his mouth. Yao'er's pretty face leaned against the slate, her jade hands wrapped around her knees, and her heart was as lively as a deer.

"How can I do this? Do I also like this flower xin radish? Yao'er's slender fingers touched her hot cheeks, and she was ashamed to think of what had just happened.

After calming down the ups and downs of her heart, Yaoer sighed, "Forget it, let's talk about it when we find his parents!"