Chapter 187 The same words, not as powerful as Qiao Feng
It seems like it is really flying.

Murong Ji's speed of using Qinggong was much faster than walking. When the two of them reached the center of the Death Gate, a large fire suddenly lit up on the opposite side.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped and looked at the situation ahead quietly. Not long after, he heard footsteps coming from the front.

Under the large blaze of fire, the leader was revealed.

The man had a handsome appearance, and his handsome face was mixed with a hint of heroism.

Just looking at this person, a person emerged in Murong Ji's mind, Murong Loushi.

The self-confidence that came from his heart and the accumulation of achievements made him exude an irrepressible radiance and arrogance.

And this person is the same, like a general who has fought hundreds of battles on the battlefield!
【Li Xun! 】

Murong Ji knew in his heart that this person must be Li Xun. [The disciples of Fenxiang Valley that he had killed were discovered.]

Under the light of the fire, Murong Ji looked at Li Xun quietly, wanting to see what was so special about this eldest disciple of Fenxiang Valley.

Suddenly, Li Xun frowned and turned to look over. Their eyes met and collided in the air. If it was a man and a woman, something would probably happen.

Unfortunately, the two people's eyes were full of suspicion and vigilance!
Li Xun's gaze also attracted the attention of other Fenxiang Valley disciples, and they all looked over. Murong Ji looked strange, holding a woman and a child in his arms.

He carried a huge backpack on his back and a shoulder pole nearly as tall as a person hung around his waist.

"Brother Li Xun, what's wrong?"

Li Xun shook his head and left quickly.

Murong Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His strength was too low, and if he was discovered by them at this time, he would only die.

The reputation of Fenxiang Valley must not be damaged, and what happened in Fenxiang Valley must not be spread out.

Watching Li Xun walk away, Murong Ji secretly let out a breath, picked up the mother and child, and rushed out quickly using his light skills.

Once you go out of the doorway, you can't walk too fast, as that will only arouse suspicion.

As the crowd slowly walked towards the Gate of Life and Death.

Murong Ji looked up at the disciples of Fenxiang Valley on both sides, then lowered his head and hurriedly walked out with the woman.

The road section in Fenxiang Valley was not short. It took them more than an hour to get out of Fensheng Pass.

After passing Fensheng Pass, there were disciples from Fenxiang Valley patrolling the road to Canglian Yunmeng. Murong Ji did not dare to be careless and remained cautious.

The speed of flying the sword was not fast. Murong Ji didn't let out a long breath until he left Yunmeng.

Looking back at Canglianshan, I felt a lingering fear.

As it grew darker, Murong Ji found a sheltered place to stay.

As soon as she landed, the woman knelt down again, holding the child and kowtowed to him repeatedly.

Murong Ji was speechless. He helped her up and wanted to ask her something, but found that they couldn't communicate in the same language. The world of Zhu Xian was too big.

After building a fire, Murong Ji went into the forest and hunted a few rabbits and roe deer. After processing them by the river, he roasted them over the fire.

He cut it into two and gave the other half to the woman, who gobbled it up hungrily, like a mad beast.

Seeing Mu Xi looking at her, the woman timidly half turned around, not wanting him to see her last bit of embarrassment.

As the woman ate, tears began to flow unconsciously, and then she swallowed the food with tears.

Murong Ji turned his eyes away, no longer looking at her, and reached out to take the child that she had been holding in her arms.

The woman subconsciously shuddered, looked over with eyes like a hungry wolf, and grabbed the rag wrapped around the child tightly.

When he saw it was Murong Ji, he hesitated and let go of his hand, then turned around and continued to eat the piece of meat.

Murong Ji sighed helplessly, picked up the child, untied the rags, and a foul smell hit him in the face.

Murong Ji almost fainted from the fumes, and the child hadn't had any change of clothes for several days.

Murong Ji glanced at the woman and saw her looking at him timidly. He felt a little upset. In that kind of environment, survival is the first priority. Nothing else matters.

With the help of a fire, he heated the water and gave the child a bath. Only then did he discover that it was a girl. He had always thought it was a boy.

Throw the rags into the fire and burn them, then wrap them with your own old clothes.

Then I checked the child's body and used true Qi to clear the meridians. The child had a good physique and was lucky to live so long.

I crushed the dry food into powder, mixed it with boiling water to make a paste, fed her most of it, and helped her digest it.

When he saw the woman finish eating and wanted to return the child to her, he sighed again. This woman was not much cleaner than the child.

He took out a set of old clothes from his backpack and handed them to her, motioning her to go to the river to wash them.

The woman seemed to understand, took the clothes, and trotted to the river.

I was roasting the leftover barbecue into jerky in front of the fire so that I could use it as dry food on the road. I heard footsteps and turned around to see the woman standing there holding wet clothes.

Seeing that Murong Ji didn't say anything, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then found a stick and carefully roasted the clothes.

Murong Ji returned the child to her, reached out to catch the wet clothes and shook them. His internal energy ignited the flames, drying them instantly, and then he folded them and placed them on the backpack.

The next morning, Murong Ji stretched, packed his things, and flew towards Qingyun Gate on his sword.

What he didn't expect was that the mortal body was weak, and the woman couldn't stand for long. Murong Ji could only fly for a few hours and then rest for a while. In two days, he didn't go very far.

The sky darkened again. Murong Ji found a place and landed there. Only then did he discover that there was a large protrusion of rock here.

The texture underneath the stone is relatively soft, so it was catalyzed by the wind into this shape.

It not only protects against wind, but also rain.

Murong Ji built a fire and waited for night to fall.

When they were still half asleep, something flew over their heads with a whoosh. Murong Ji woke up instantly and looked at the blurry figure in front of him in the moonlight. It was someone flying at a low altitude.

[Incense Valley!?]

Murong Ji put out the fire with one palm and stared at the sky. Sure enough, seven or eight people flew over and the matter was over.

Murong Ji woke the woman up, and the two of them quickly packed up their things and headed in another direction.

This is already the territory of Qingyun Sect. As long as he arrives in a big city and reveals his identity, no one will be able to touch him.

Tian Buyi, these three words are a life-saving trump card in themselves.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you don’t encounter Tian Buyi’s evil cult enemies.

After walking for a distance, Murong Ji flew up on his sword and headed in another direction.

After daybreak, Murong Ji landed and gave the woman some time to rest. He didn't know where this place was, but he knew the general direction of Qingyun Mountain, so he slowly moved towards that direction.

You will always come across a city.

Nayong City.

It is taken from the word "Namin Yongxi", which means that this place is tolerant, open-minded, prosperous and flourishing. If you count carefully, this is the intersection of power with Fenxiang Valley.

Thanks to the trade between the north and the south, the city has become prosperous and is quite large.

Murong Ji led the woman into the city and began to look for the sign of Qingyun Sect. After walking a few streets, they were stopped by someone in front of them.

Li Xun.

Murong Ji looked at the eldest disciple of Fenxiang Valley, tilted his head slightly, his eyes full of scrutiny and ridicule.

If they used the blood of the southern border barbarians to explore the formation, Murong Ji would have to respect Fenxiang Valley for his great achievement.

What about now? Using human blood to refine the formation, draining away the achievements of the ancestors of Fenxiang Valley, and tearing them apart, has become like a joke.

"My fellow Taoist, please come with me. I have something to ask you."

Murong Ji's face darkened and he sneered, "Li Xun, in what capacity do you come to question me?"

Li Xun frowned, he knew Murong Ji was not someone to be trifled with, but this was too much of a dismissal of him.

"Qingyun Sect has always regarded itself as the leader of the righteous path, how come the disciples they taught are so ignorant of etiquette!"

Murong Ji glanced at the disciples of Fenxiang Valley who were slowly gathering around him, "Fenxiang Valley did learn etiquette, but in the end, they just raised a group of beasts."

"presumptuous!"

"How dare you insult my Fenxiang Valley!"

"I am insulting you, not Fenxiang Valley. What qualifications do you have to represent Fenxiang Valley? :!!"

The rest of the people did not respond. The disciples who gathered behind and beside them directly used their magic weapons to attack, one sword and one hammer, fast and fierce.

Murong Ji narrowed his eyes, circulated his true energy, and an invisible and intangible white rainbow palm force emerged from his palms.

The palm force directly grabbed the two magic weapons and violently collided them together. With a "bang", the sword suddenly shattered.

One of the two men spat out a mouthful of blood. His magic weapon was destroyed and his heart was injured.

The standard hammer was intact, and he dragged it over with his palm power.

"bump"

He smashed it to the ground, looked at Li Xun, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Li Xun, for the gift."

Li Xun's face turned livid. He pulled out the Nine Yang Ruler from his waist, put it in his hand and slowly stroked it, his eyes full of anger. "Junior brother, you were able to kill more than a dozen of my Fenxiang Valley disciples. I think you must have a high level of cultivation. I would like to learn from you."

Murong Ji once again glanced at the Fenxiang Valley disciples who were surrounding him from afar, "What's the matter? Li Xun, are you weak? Then all of you should attack together!"

Then he was stunned. Why didn't his voice sound as powerful as Qiao Feng's? Was it an inferior version?

Li Xun had a gloomy face. He glanced at the fellow apprentices around him, and then set his sights on Murong Ji. "You are sharp-tongued! I hope your Taoism is just as strong. Let's go out of the city..."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Ji pushed the woman beside him away, rushed over, and slapped Li Xun's face from top to bottom.

Great Merciful Palm!
Once a palm strike is delivered, regardless of whether it hits or not, the second and third palm strikes will follow in succession.

Out of town? Out of what town?

Once he leaves the city, Murong Ji will be manipulated by them, and it will not be easy for the Qingyun deacon in Nayong City to save him again.

If a conflict breaks out in the city, at most we will go back to the Discipline Hall to be punished.

(End of this chapter)