After I was reborn, I became a top player in the cultivation world

Jiang Lei was shocked. He didn't want to hurt Xianhua, but he was even more shocked by the endless spiritual power bursting out of this child.

That feeling of purity and holiness...

It is exactly the same as the Divine Tassel Staff!

What's even more weird is that the last time he accidentally touched the staff, he was met with huge resistance. This time, he couldn't stand on the spot and felt dizzy.

Meng Shijiu took the opportunity to get out of trouble. Seeing Jiang Li's uncomfortable appearance, he couldn't help but complain.

"Xiaoyuan, don't be too harsh. You're still saying thank you for the meal."

"I didn't," Xianhua scratched her head, with a puzzled look on her face, "Last time your senior brother wanted to touch me, he seemed to feel very uncomfortable. Anyway, the problem is not with me. Oops, Xie Fan, you still can't find it!"

Walk quickly, you won't be able to leave until your senior brother recovers!"

Meng Jiu glanced at the semi-conscious Jiang Li in embarrassment, but still helped him to a dark place.

She knelt down and said, "Senior Brother, I'll leave a signal for Meng Zhixin to pick you up."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Li, who had close eyes, took Meng Shijiu's hand.

Xianhua was so shocked that she almost jumped up, "Wow, I was caught."

Jiang Li's face turned pale and she spoke with difficulty, "Do you have to go? Nineteen."

Meng Jiu did not dodge, but nodded firmly.

Jiang Li lowered her eyes and remained silent, slowly letting go of Meng Shijiu's hand.

Meng Jiujiu let out a long breath, took Xianhua and turned around to leave. Suddenly, he heard Jiang Li making a sound behind him.

"Nineteen... No matter what, come back safely."

Meng Jiujiu nodded, took out the Sword Spirit Sect's signal fireworks from his arms and lit them.

Red fireworks jumped in the night sky, and Meng Zhixin would rush over soon if he saw them.

Xianhua led Meng Jiujiu all the way south, and Meng Jiujiu asked curiously, "You are a dog, how can you know exactly where Xie Fan is?"

"Speak politely."

Xianhua actually sniffed symbolically, "Xie Fan left with Song Ying and the people from Linghe Tower. Their talisman masters always carry the gold powder and cinnabar used for drawing talismans with them, and the smell is all on them."

"Then why can't I smell it?"

Meng Shijiu was still confused.

"Rather than hearing it, it is better to say it is detected through spiritual consciousness. Once you calm down, you can find traces of the people you care about within a certain range."

Xianhua held her hand, and Meng Jiu suddenly had the same feeling of using the divine tassel staff that day.

Her five senses were greatly enhanced, and she could perceive everything around her extremely clearly.

Xie Fan's voice seemed to be in her ears, and she could almost touch the man's shoulder when she stretched out her hand.

Xianhua nodded, fully recognizing Meng Jiujiu's understanding, "As long as you practice more, it's not difficult to do it. It doesn't require strong cultivation, you just need a firm will to lock in what you want in your heart."

Meng Shijiu got closer and closer to Xie Fan, but could never see his face clearly.

A noisy sound of fighting surrounded Xie Fan. It was Song Ying who brought the Talisman Master from Linghe Tower to fight with him.

Meng Jiu opened his eyes wide, "There!"

In a ruined temple, Song Yingzheng and the disciples from Linghe Tower concentrated on completing a very powerful spell.

They used spells to form a formation and then locked the enemy in it to consume them.

No matter how powerful the opponent's cultivation is, once he steps into it, he will never be able to escape.

At this moment, the person they want to deal with is Xie Fan!

Xie Fan clasped one hand behind his back, with a calm expression, as if he had not yet planned to fight with them, only making a defensive gesture.

Seeing this, Song Ying felt an evil fire rising in her heart.

"Who are you, pretending to be 'Meng Chen' and sneaking into the Sword Spirit Sect? What's your intention of coming to Linghe Tower again?"

Ruan Ying is still kidnapped by Shura at this moment, and there may be Shura traitors within each sect.

He couldn't trust anyone, especially Xie Fan who appeared in front of him for no apparent reason. It was already difficult not to suspect that Meng Jiujiu and Xie Fan were colluding.

Xie Fan didn't want to answer. Spending time to deal with it was enough to give him face.

"Young poster, don't talk nonsense to him, let's go directly."

A mid-level Talisman Master next to Song Ying could no longer hold back and stepped forward to lure Xie Fan into the game.

Before Song Ying had time to stop him, the fairy sword 'Long Che' slid dangerously past the little Talisman Master's forehead, and his braided hair fell apart in an instant, causing him to roll and crawl to the main entrance of the ruined temple.

Meng Shijiu arrived just in time and stepped on the unfortunate guy's belly.

A loud shout was heard, and Meng Shijiu was so frightened that he even took a few steps back.

"Sorry, I didn't see anyone..."

She stepped on it so hard that the little Talisman Master on the ground almost vomited blood. Seeing that the person was Meng Jiujiu, he immediately said angrily, "Young poster, you can tell me that Meng Jiujiu of Sword Spirit Sect must have known about it and joined forces.

Come to trick us!"

Several high-level golden spells flew out of Song Ying's loose brown robe, trying to trap Xie Fan to death.

Xie Fan's patience had long since run out, and the cold light of 'Long Che' was approaching Song Ying's vitals.

Even though he still had some leeway, it was enough to force Song Ying into chaos and lead to him being defeated several times.

Song Ying glanced at Meng Jiujiu at the door, "You're here just in time, Meng Jiujiu, I believe in you. As long as you help me capture this person pretending to be 'Meng Chen' uncle, Linghe Tower and Sword Spirit Sect will be safe."

Still friends.”

Xie Fan's eyes, as calm as an ancient well, had the slightest ripples the moment he saw Meng Jiujiu.

Meng Jiu suddenly remembered what Xie Fan said before leaving, that if he was seen through, he would pretend not to know.

Song Ying had no choice but to retreat, and couldn't help but raise her voice, "Meng Jiujiu, why are you still hesitating? Do you really want to trap the Sword Spirit Sect into injustice for him?"

Before he could finish his words, the neighing sound of 'Ghost King' shook the entire ruined temple.

Meng Jiu's long sword was like a rainbow, stabbing Xie Fan brightly.

Xie Fan did not dodge or evade, and his face did not show the slightest fear or panic.

In the small ruined temple, the sword light was so powerful that it stabbed Song Ying and others so hard that they could not open their eyes.

When they saw it clearly, they were all dumbfounded.

The sword was aimed at Xie Fan, but it did not stab him. Instead, it tore the talisman array half an inch away from Xie Fan into pieces.

Just now, although Song Ying was at a disadvantage, he was leading Xie Fan step by step into the carefully prepared talisman formation.

But it was only such a small step, but Meng Shijiu's sword was destroyed!

Song Ying was furious, with rage burning on his handsome face, but before he could speak, Meng Shijiu spoke up, "Song Ying, please wake up. Do you think the person next to me can't kill you? You forgot.

Then how did Shura get killed by him with one blow?"

Others don't know the big brother's ability, but Meng Shijiu is not blind.

Xie Fan has been letting off steam, otherwise how could these small characters delay his arrival?

Meng Jiu's eyes were filled with frost and snow, and he held a long sword in his hand, guarding Xie Fan alone.

"I have known for a long time that he is not 'Meng Chen', but he has never harmed me, nor has he harmed you! Let the real Meng Chen tell you this."