Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Sikou Tingyan stared at the black pill thrown by the blood-robed evil cultivator. It was shiny black. I don’t know what medicinal materials it was made of. The more I looked at it, the more it looked like a poison pill! She wanted to abandon it and escape far away, but her soul was seriously injured and she couldn’t even control the flying sword.

She looked at the blood-robed evil cultivator hesitantly, but Ye Ling stood with his hands behind his back and sneered: "What? Sikou Tingyan, who always calls herself an aunt, dares not even take a pill. Don’t you think about it? If I want to kill you, why would I poison you!"

Sikou Tingyan’s breath was choked, and she swallowed the pill with a hum. It was cold in her mouth. Sure enough, not long after, her soul body no longer hurt, and her consciousness also recovered.

Seeing the blood-robed evil cultivator flying up on the sword, Sikou Tingyan hesitated for a moment, and finally stomped her feet and reluctantly drove the flying sword.

The two of them passed through the city defense formation one after the other.

Ye Ling only felt a powerful and familiar divine sense, like a warm spring breeze, sweeping over him, and clearly paused on his body, and sent a divine thought:

"I hope you return safely! In the evening, Xiaoyaoju in the south of the city."

Ye Ling was shocked, and it turned out that it was the White Dragon Venerable, the ancestor of Tiandan Xianmen, who sent him a message! Ye Ling hurriedly looked up to the sky and clasped his fists, but instead confused Sikou Tingyan who followed behind him. I don’t know what this evil evil cultivator is doing?

When he arrived at the Laiyang city gate, Sikou Tingyan thought he should show the East China Sea Recruitment Order and let the guard monks check it carefully.

Who knew that the guard monks seemed to have received some orders, and hurriedly stepped aside to invite the evil cultivators into the city.

Sikou Tingyan widened her eyes, looking at these guards who behaved abnormally, she couldn't help but frowned, and murmured: "Strange! I must have run into a ghost today! This guy is full of evil, and it's hard to figure it out."

At this moment, Ye Ling turned around suddenly, which scared her and she quickly shut up.

Ye Ling deliberately lowered the ban hat and asked in a deep voice: "How many great immortal ancestors are in Laiyang City? Where are the Jindan elders gathered?"

Sikou Tingyan said unhappily: "Laiyang City is the only city on Donglai Island. The Immortal Alliance usually sends two Yuanying ancestors to guard it. As for which two, how do I know? Most of the Jindan elders have gone out of the city to kill monsters. The tens of thousands of people gathered in the city are almost all foundation-building cultivators."

Ye Ling nodded and asked again: "Do you know if there is a branch of Huixing Pavilion in Laiyang City? ? "

"Yes!" Sikou Tingyan's eyes lit up, and he said very straightforwardly: "It is said that Huixing Pavilion was opened by Master Ye, whom I admire the most. It can be called the Ye's Chamber of Commerce. In Laiyang City, it is also ranked in the top ten large chambers of commerce! I often go there!"

After hearing this, Ye Ling was very satisfied with Hongtang and her friends' good management, but in front of Sikou Tingyan, he still had no expression on his face and said indifferently: "Take me there!"

Sikou Tingyan snorted coldly and walked briskly towards the city, with Ye Ling following closely behind him like a shadow.

When they reached the main road in the city, which ran east-west, Sikou Tingyan came to the intersection and was obviously a little hesitant. She stomped her feet and walked west. She turned back and looked at Ye Ling furtively, as if she was afraid that he would lose her.

Who knew that it didn't matter when she turned back, but she saw the blood-robed evil cultivator leaving her and turning east, leaving her only with his back.