Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

He Yajiao's seemingly casual words suddenly touched Leng Qianqiu's heart.

Seeing the enthusiastic look on He Yajiao's face, Leng Qianqiu thought for a while and decided to go with Zhang Yifeng.

"Then I'll leave the rest of the journey to you two."

Leng Qianqiu smiled slightly, raised his hands to Zhang Yifeng and He Yajiao and said.

Although he fell unconscious just now, Leng Qianqiu still knew that the two masked men who fell were both monks in the middle and late stages of the Celestial Realm.

Since these two people were able to kill them instantly and control another late-stage cultivator in the Celestial Realm, it can be seen that their cultivation is not what it appears on the surface.

Zhang Yifeng's cultivation level is not hidden at all, it is the early stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

He Yajiao, on the other hand, had been covered up by Zhang Yifeng, and what she showed now was only her cultivation in the middle stage of the Celestial Realm.

In Leng Qianqiu's eyes, Zhang Yifeng's cultivation in the early stage of the Celestial Realm was definitely a disguise, and his actual cultivation was very likely to be at the peak of the Celestial Realm like hers.

Or maybe this ordinary-looking middle-aged monk is an obscure master of the Mysterious Immortal Realm?

A thought flashed through Leng Qianqiu's mind, but it was quickly extinguished. If it were really a monk from the Mysterious Immortal Realm, Yanlong Sect, he would definitely not provoke it.

If Zhang Yifeng knew what Leng Qianqiu was thinking, he would definitely tell her directly that his cultivation level was at the early stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

"You don't know your names yet?"

Leng Qianqiu suddenly remembered that he had not asked Zhang Yifeng and He Yajiao's names. He quickly recovered from his thoughts and asked cautiously.

"My name is Chen Wu, and the person next to fellow Taoist Leng is my Taoist companion."

Zhang Yifeng casually made up a name with a smile on his face. He Yajiao heard that Zhang Yifeng used a pseudonym, so naturally he couldn't lag behind others.

"Yes, yes, sister Qianqiu, I am Brother Chen's Taoist companion. You can call me... well, just call me sister Xiaojiao!"

He Yajiao thought of many names, but she still got stuck when she said them.

Listening to what He Yajiao said, Leng Qianqiu couldn't help but flip up his hair. Chen Wu sounded like a fake name, and this girl's name was even stuck in her own name.

But these are not important. Walking in the fairy world, she can still understand being cautious about strangers.

"It turns out to be fellow Daoist Chen Wu and little sister Xiaojiao."

Leng Qianqiu couldn't help but feel embarrassed when she read He Yajiao's name. It must be the first time she and this little sister met. How could they be so familiar with each other?

"Haha, since we have informed each other of our names, we can all be considered friends. If something happens to Fellow Daoist Leng, Jiaomei and I will definitely not sit idly by and watch."

Zhang Yifeng had been observing Leng Qianqiu's expression. He had some guesses in his mind, but he became more sure after seeing the undisguised expression on Leng Qianqiu's face.

This Miss Leng seems to be going out from the sect for the first time, and she is a complete rookie in the fairy world.

No wonder she could be poisoned by such a simple thing.

When Zhang Yifeng was detoxifying Leng Qianqiu, he checked the poison she had received and found that it was a poison with a very distinct smell.

This kind of poison has a very obvious smell even when it is added to tea. As long as you walk around in the fairy world, you will never be infected by this low-grade poison.

As a result, Leng Qianqiu drank a large dose of poison in a daze, and it looked like he might have drank all the tea that was handed to him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Didn't Miss Leng's master remind her to be careful about things given by strangers when she went out?

If Zhang Yifeng and He Yajiao hadn't bumped into each other by chance, what would have happened to this silly cold girl.

Zhang Yifeng just thought about this in his heart, and still treated Leng Qianqiu with a smile.

After all, his relationship with Leng Qianqiu has not reached the level where he can correct his opponent face to face.

"Miss Leng's health should be fine, so why don't we set off now and head to the nearest city first."

Zhang Yifeng approached Leng Qianqiu with a smile.

"No problem, please, Fellow Daoist Chen."

Leng Qianqiu also smiled and responded to He Yajiao's questions while walking out of the woods.

Zhang Yifeng followed the two of them, but his expression changed. He raised his hand and grabbed a piece of spiritual consciousness from Leng Qianqiu's body.

Without waiting for his consciousness to react, Zhang Yifeng crushed it into pieces.

Zhang Yifeng now had to take back his previous guess. This Leng Qianqiu was really a rookie, and he didn't even notice that he had spiritual consciousness planted in him.

If they just go to the city like this, I'm afraid their location will soon be known to the people of Yanlong Sect.

Even if they were separated, Leng Qianqiu would not be able to escape being captured by the Yanlong Sect.

Shaking his head and sighing, Zhang Yifeng quickly followed Leng Qianqiu and He Yajiao.

Not long after the three people left, several figures appeared from above the woods and landed where Zhang Yifeng and the others were originally.

These figures were all masked by black wings. They were dressed the same as the three people who were killed by Zhang Yifeng. It was obvious that they were also members of the Yanlong Sect.

A masked man pulled down his mask, sniffed the smell in the air, but frowned and said nothing.

The companion on the side frowned when he saw this and asked: "What, Qing Quan, your nose is not working?"

"You can only smell the breaths of Junior Brother Li and the three of them in the air, but there is no other breath."

The masked man known as Qing Inu pulled the mask back up and replied in a cold tone.

"Only their breath? Where are they? Why can't I see them?"

It was still the masked man who asked the question. He looked around intently, and there was no trace of anyone there.

"That person was probably worried that we wouldn't notice, so he deliberately amplified Junior Brother Li's aura.

As for the three of them, they are now under your feet, senior brother. "

Qing Quan still answered coldly. The masked man who asked the question was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly jumped away from where he was standing.

Under his feet, there was a puddle of black ash.

"This, this is Junior Brother Li?!"

The masked man asked in disbelief, pointing to the black ash on the ground. The only response he received was the green dog's head.

"How can this be!

Didn't Junior Brother Li and the others send a letter saying that they had captured the disciples from Qingyun Mountain? Why did they turn into ashes just as we arrived! "

The masked man who asked the question shouted in disbelief, which caused dissatisfaction from one of the masked men.

"Keep your voice down, no one will think you are mute when you speak softly."

"Yes, yes, senior brother is right."

After being scolded, the masked man didn't dare to reply. He could only nod angrily and say yes.

"It seems that Junior Brother Li and the others have encountered a strong enemy. It is probably not the disciples of Qingyun Mountain, but a passing monk who can kill them.

And he deliberately left traces, clearly provoking the majesty of our Yanlong Sect! "

The leader who scolded the masked man said coldly. As soon as he raised his hand, the black ash on three sides of the ground was sucked into the vial that flashed in his hand.