Ghost King’s Medical Consort

Mu Qianyue raised her eyes, and quickly flashed a hint of surprise, "Zongwu Zong?"

After being closed for nearly four months, Huo Xi even jumped four steps in succession and became a martial artist!

Huo Xi nodded, because the aura on his body was not stable just now, "Yes, I have completely refined the Eye of Vermillion Bird."

"En, that's good." Mu Qianyue's eyes flashed with appreciation. It took four months to refine the eyes of the Vermillion Bird. This speed can be said to be very fast. After a pause, she continued, "In a few days, the Palace of Unfeeling It's going to be opened. Since you have reached the strength of the Sect Martial Artist, you will not be able to enter, so stay in the door and guard."

"Good." Huo Xi nodded.

Then Mu Qianyue asked everyone to agree on a place to enter the Hall of Unfeeling. Only those who are under 30 years old and have no more strength than Zongwu can enter.

Pan San is already over his age, and the three brothers Black Scorpion, White Scorpion, and Green Scorpion are just thirty-two or thirty-one years old, which is also a pity.

Now Fengyue Pavilion has also been incorporated into Huangqimen, so Mu Rufeng and Tong Xiaoxiao were among them during this trip.

In addition, there is Chu Tiange. As for Chu Xiaoxue, because she is still young, she plans to let her enter next time.

After deciding on the candidate, Mu Qianyue and his party set out to Zhan Qing Temple.

Although Mu Xueying and Mu Xueling couldn't enter the Hall of Unfeeling, they could go to the Hall of Zhanqing and wait, so Mu Qianyue let them go together. As for Nalanjing naturally followed by, not to mention Jin Liye, almost where Mu Xueying went and where he followed, she looked like a follower.

The people of the ten major sects also went to Zhanqing Palace.

The crowd gathered in the martial arts arena of Zhan Qing Temple, with a lively voice.

When Mu Qianyue and his party walked to the martial arts field, they just met the Phantom Pavilion people who came oncoming. The so-called Yuanjialuzhai is like this.

Pavilion Master Lu looked at Mu Qianyue gloomily, thinking of the evil spirit Wudu San in the space, and his face could not help showing a hideous cold sneer, followed by an aura emanating from him, admiring The light moon pressed away.

"Master Mu, please don't be unharmed. Last time in the sea of ​​life and death, I let you run away. If you are lucky, I don't know if your embarrassed appearance is like a dog in the family?"

Mu Qianyue snorted coldly, and calmly pressed his aura back, "It's easy to say, I wonder if the pavilion master of the road has been there for the whole night? By the way, the pavilion master of the road treats me the royal flag The door really takes care of it."

The coercion of the Qinglong blood radiated out, and rushed towards the Lu Pavilion Master.

Pavilion Master Lu's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood poured into his throat. He pressed his mouth and swallowed it back, but the expression on his face became even more vicious. In the first confrontation, not only did he fail to ask for it. The slightest benefit, even the verbal benefit was not sought, but was ridiculed.

"Huh!" Pavilion Master Lu coldly snorted, leading everyone away, and walked to the place belonging to the Phantom Pavilion.

Mu Qianyue's eyes sink slightly, and according to the current development speed of Huangqimen, this pavilion master dare to yell at himself directly, which shows that there must be something hidden in his hand.

"Master, be careful of the people in the Phantom Pavilion, maybe they will do it in the Hall of Unfeeling." Chu Tiange said softly.

"Don't worry, I will be careful. When you go in, be careful that the people in the Phantom Pavilion are secretly cheating. If you really meet them, kill them if you can." A cold light flashed in Mu Qianyue's eyes. Presumably Phantom Pavilion is also arranged like this.

"En." Dozens of disciples from Huangqimen nodded together.

Mu Xueying looked at Pavilion Master Lu and the others, a bloodthirsty icy flashed in her eyes, wanting to kill her master? It depends on whether she agrees!

"Sakura Sakura, don't worry, the mistress is so sturdy, there is absolutely no problem." Jin Liye approached her and smiled. He raised his hand and stroked his chin, with a cold smile on his face, "However, There is no need for these people to exist anymore. When they leave the Palace of Zhanqing, I will go to them."

This is definitely the best opportunity to show your favor to Sakura Sakura.

"No, I can do it myself." Mu Xueying said coldly, her silver eyes filled with stern murderous intent, and her beautiful face was still calm and cold as frost.

"It's okay. Killing should be done by a man, so don't fight with me." Jin Liye patted his chest.

Mu Xueying did not speak any more.

Nalanjing's beautiful purple eyes squinted slightly, but his eyes were always locked on Pavilion Master Lu. Just now on his body, he felt a slightly familiar aura, but the aura was very faint, all of a sudden. It disappeared again, as if it was his illusion.

Is it really his illusion?

Why did he faintly feel a little uneasy?

Afterwards, Mu Qianyue and his party walked to the place belonging to the imperial flag gate. The Holy Doctor Gate was beside the imperial flag gate. The fourth elder and the second elder brought ten disciples, including Ye Hanqing and Jun Mengyu.

"After you enter the Hall of Unfeeling, be careful of the people in the Phantom Pavilion." Mu Qianyue probably talked about the grievances with the Phantom Pavilion with the Fourth Elder and others. After all, she is also the master of the Holy Doctor, and it is inevitable that the Phantom Pavilion will not Start with the holy doctor.

Zhan Qing Temple’s Hall Master Zhan Jiu Ming stood on a high platform and looked at the people below and said, “Now, everyone who wants to enter the Hall of Unfeeling, please stand in the center of the martial arts field.”

Then a group of figures stood out, a total of 120 people.

"Everyone, please follow me." Zhan Pengfei said to everyone.

Under the leadership of the eight elders of Zhan Pengfei, these hundred and twenty people came to an ancestral hall on the back mountain of Zhanqingdian.

The scarlet door was closed, and there were two elite disciples guarding the door.

"Open the door." Zhan Pengfei said. The two elite disciples stretched out their hands and pushed open the door. As the door was opened, a majestic breath came from the end of the door, and everyone couldn't help casting their curious eyes.

The end I saw turned out to be suspended!

Only a round boulder floating in the air, about fifty meters long in diameter, was carved with strange characters and patterns.

Mu Qianyue looked up and found that the pattern on the round stone was carved according to the compass, exactly the same.

It's just that this is a compass carved from a round stone.

"The Hall of Unfeeling is about to open, everyone, please stand on the altar." Zhan Pengfei pointed to the cobblestone behind the door and said.

Hearing Zhan Pengfei's words, the crowd suddenly boiled with excitement in their eyes, and the Hall of Unfeeling was about to open!

It is the first time for most people to enter the Hall of Unfeeling, and it is inevitable that they will be excited.

Following Zhan Pengfei's words fell, one after another silhouettes swept up the cobblestone.

Mu Rufeng, Chu Tiange, Tong Xiaoxiao and others flew past and landed firmly on the cobblestone.