Medicinal Immortal

Lan Yingying wiped the blood from the dagger, and said: "My father said, if others want to kill me, then I must kill them first. Treating people who are not right in their minds, mercy will only leave a curse for themselves."

Hearing this, the white-clothed woman glanced at the two people on the side. The next moment she quickly got up and wanted to escape. At this moment, Lan Yingying had already put away her dagger and struck forward with her long sword.

The cold light sword aura hit behind, and the white-clothed woman immediately counterattacked. The two fought against each other in front, while Mo Ye and Tangning watched quietly. Judging by their strength cultivation, they could almost say It was fighting there in slow motion, but between the two, Lan Yingying concealed the white-clothed woman. After a while, she saw Lan Yingying kick out. When the white-clothed woman staggered back, the sword struck in front. From the chest through the tree nailed behind him.

"Ok!"

Blood spilled from the white-clothed woman's mouth, with her back against the big tree behind her, and the long sword nailed her there. Her eyes stared at the person in front unwillingly until she swallowed the last breath.

Lan Yingying retracted the sword and turned to look behind him to find the person's figure. However, when she turned around again, the person who was standing there was gone.

There was a trace of loss in her heart, she had nothing to say, but he left.

On the other side, Mo Ye, who had already left, looked at Tangning beside him, and said, "Why don't you leave with a few words to her?"

"There's nothing to say, that little girl went to the Qinghe Sect and grew up a lot. Now that the trouble is solved, she will take care of the rest."

Tangning smiled and said, seeing Lan Yingying again can be said to be an accident. Her rapid growth is also surprising. It seems that since she went to Qinghe Sect, she has encountered a lot of things, and people are often only in danger. Growth will accelerate only in the face of difficulties.

"Are you sleepy? Are you going back tonight or find a place to rest in this city?" Mo Ye asked.

Tang Ning stretched her waist and looked at the sky and said, "Let's find an inn in the city to stay tonight! Go back tomorrow, so that you won't have a bad rest while running back and forth."

"It's okay." Mo Ye responded, noticing the surrounding movement, he glanced at the surrounding lightly.

Tang Ning chuckled, "I was thinking about it. I haven't moved around for a long time. I didn't expect it to be delivered to the door."

Just as her words fell, more than a dozen monks walked out around them, they all wore masks, among them were a Nascent Soul monk and two Jindan monks.

"Two, the old man wants to discuss business with you." The Yuan Ying monk came out, an old man.

"What kind of business?" Tangning asked cooperatively, glanced at the people surrounding them, and chuckled, "Let's just listen."

"I'm willing to pay a high price for that white night Lingtan, and I would like to ask both of you to do it for convenience." The old man standing with his hands turned his eyes on the two in front of him, perhaps because he was the strong man at the peak of Yuan Ying, and he faintly spoke. The aura of the upper ranks.

Mo Ye didn't make a sound, but stood quietly beside Tangning.

Tangning chuckled lightly, holding Mo Ye next to him, and said to the old man: "If you want to come, you have also seen it. This is a gift from my family, how can it be measured by money? I don’t want to change things."

The old man frowned and said, "Don't know how to promote it!"