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While talking, the man in front suddenly slowed down.

The woman following behind was dressed in white, as white as snow, and it was Qin Bing.

She looked around, "Uncle Master Zhu, it's only a hundred miles away from the city gate of Xuantianling, why don't we go there to drink."

Zhu Wuxi in front shook his head repeatedly, "The wine and drinks at the old Taoist nun Mieqing are like horse urine, I won't drink even if you invite me..."

True Man Mieqing is the gatekeeper of Xuantianling, responsible for all defense within a hundred miles.

"...Rongshan Town is not far ahead, and the wine and drinks in the town are the most famous. Go down and have a couple of drinks, it won't take long. Besides, this is our Taiji Sect's territory, what are you afraid of!"

As Zhu Wuxi said this, he had already pressed down the sword head and fell down.

In terms of cultivation, Qin Bing and Zhu Wuxi are both Jindan, but Zhu Wuxi formed the elixir very early, and Qin Bing has always called him uncle master, and he is used to it.

Seeing that Uncle Master insisted so much, Qin Bing couldn't refute it, so he could only follow the light of escape.

Below, two mountains face each other, sandwiched by a canyon that winds for more than 30 miles.

Rongshan Town is right in the middle of the canyon. It is called a town, but in fact it is just a small village with 20 to 30 households.

These 20 to 30 households are not hunters, but all wine-making craftsmen.

Zhu Wuxi is right. Rongshan Town is famous for its wine production.

Because there is a sweet spring here with excellent water quality, and there are many mulberry leaves and chrysanthemums growing on the nearby mountains. The wine made from it is the famous mulberry wine.

There is a restaurant in the town, and Zhu Wuxi and Qin Bing walked in and sat down. Zhu Wuxi asked for two pots of wine and gave one to Qin Bing. Qin Bing shook his head and refused to drink, so Zhu Wuxi could only pour himself.

He drank very slowly, talking about the Zhang family and the Li family, and Qin Bing just listened and hardly responded.

At this time, on the hillside east of the town, in the bushes, a mound of earth slowly swelled up, and the soil and fallen leaves fell from him little by little, revealing Mo Renjie's cold face.

He was very attentive to the task assigned by Old Monster Mo this time. He sneaked to the vicinity of Rongshan Town two days ago, holding his breath and hiding in the soil, motionless.

Mo Renjie did not come out of the soil until he received the message from the other party that he had arrived.

The earth slope where he was was only one or two miles away from Rongshan Town. He was high above and could even see the shadows of people in the town.

Mo Renjie scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense. Occasionally, one or two birds chirped in the dense forest, which was extremely quiet.

He rushed directly to the town without a flying weapon. If Qin Bing was startled, she would be very fast and he might not be able to catch up.

Mo Renjie had three high-level breath-suppressing talismans on his body and wore a treasure armor that concealed his breath, so that not a trace of breath could be leaked out.

But he was still very cautious, tiptoeing, using the big trees as cover, and gradually approaching the village step by step.

As long as he rushed into the village and combined with Zhu Wuxi's power, Qin Bing would be too late to run.

As for the dozens of mortals in the town, they were no threat at all.

The surrounding area was a barren mountain, and the nearest Taiji Sect stronghold Xuantianling was also a hundred miles away. No one knew what happened here.

Unconsciously, Mo Renjie approached another twenty feet, and he was ten feet away from the edge of the dense forest.

Mo Renjie seemed to have seen Qin Bing wearing a maid's clothes, pouring tea for him and patting his waist, and of course...

He felt a surge of heat in his heart, and gently took the mother-and-child dragon ring in his hand.

At this moment, his left shoulder was suddenly patted lightly, and he heard someone ask, "Are you the young master Mo of the Demon Puppet Sect?"

Mo Renjie was startled, and without thinking, he immediately threw the mother-and-child double ring backhanded.

"Crack!" A big tree that was as thick as a man's embrace was broken in half by the dragon ring.

However, a tall figure stood quietly under the tree, but he was unharmed.

He slowly took off his hat, revealing a face with a lion's mouth, a high nose, and a beard as hard as iron.

Mo Renjie was already a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, but he could not sense any breath from the old man opposite.

Moreover, he had been hiding here for two days, and had detected this person countless times with his spiritual sense, but he had not found any trace of this person.

"Could it be the Yuanying Patriarch?" Mo Renjie's head suddenly "buzzed"!

But what made him feel a little relieved was that since it was the Yuanying Patriarch, he was definitely not from Taiji Sect.

In addition, this old man had a demonic aura on him, and was obviously the ancestor of the demon clan. Taiji Sect was a Taoist sect, and had no dealings with the demon clan, nor had they formed an alliance.

Mo Renjie hurriedly bowed deeply, "Junior is Mo Renjie, hello senior! I didn't know it just now, I'm rude, please forgive me!"

"Hehe, I waited for two months, and finally waited for Young Master Mo to leave the Golem Mountain."

Waited for two months? Mo Renjie felt a chill rising in his heart, and he forced a smile, "I wonder what you want me to do?"

"I heard that you have a natal puppet, made of rare materials, the extremely rare Ghost-headed Multiflori, is that true or not?"

The old man didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

"Yes! But how dare I say that this little thing of mine is rare in front of you, senior."

"Where did you get this Ghost-headed Multiflori?" The old man stared at him.

Mo Renjie hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth, "I bought it by chance in Shu."

"When did it happen?"

"About a hundred years ago."

It was indeed Ghost-headed Multiflori, it was indeed in Shu, it was indeed a hundred years ago!

"Take it out and show it to me!" The old man's tone was as cold as frost.

"Reporting to the senior, my puppet happened to be in the cave for demonization and tempering, and I haven't brought it with me for a while. I'll go back and get it for the senior."

The old man snorted heavily, "At home, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" As he spoke, an astonishing pressure suddenly burst out from his body, enveloping Mo Renjie.

Cold sweat oozed from Mo Renjie's forehead, and he hurriedly said, "I have never met you before, and I don't know where I offended you. My ancestor is the leader of the Demon Puppet Sect and also the Yuanying ancestor. I believe you know you.

If I have done anything wrong, my ancestor can bring me to apologize."

"Hmph! Do you think you can scare me with Mo the old monster? Let me ask you, have you ever met a transformed dragon lion in Shu?"

Transformed dragon lion? Mo Renjie was stunned.

Of course he had met one. After the Yiyuan Exchange Meeting, he had tracked the dragon lion iron chain and tried to take the ghost head multiflorum from him.

"Very good, you don't have to answer, your expression has already told me the answer." The old man said slowly.

The transformed dragon-lion, the ancestor of the demon clan, Mo Renjie guessed it immediately and said hurriedly, "Senior, although I have met that disciple of your clan, my ghost-headed multiflorum has nothing to do with him. I bought this ghost-headed multiflorum from the Qingcheng Sect."

"Really? Take it out for me to see."

Mo Renjie felt a little struggle in his heart. He spent a lot of effort on this puppet, and it was just refined into a spirit puppet not long ago. If he took it out, it would definitely be snatched away by the other party, and the hundred years of hard work would be in vain.

However, this hesitation was only a flash. Life is at stake, and any treasure is also a thing outside the body.

A foot and a half long little man spit out from Mo Renjie's mouth and stood on the branch next to him. His face and clothes are exactly the same as Mo Renjie's.

As soon as the puppet came out, the old man's eyes immediately turned red, and he said with a sad tone, "Very good! Very good! Tiesuo, you can rest in peace now!"

What Shi Feng and Mo Renjie didn't expect was that when Tiesuo got the Ghost Head Black, he immediately dripped a drop of blood on it.

This blood is not a sign of the monster recognizing its master, but a unique mark of the Dragon Lion Clan.

However, if this mark is too far away or blocked by a ban, it is difficult to track. Therefore, over the years, Tie Zhan has never been able to track his enemies based on the blood mark.

But when the two faced each other, less than ten feet apart, when the Ghost Head Black was taken out, Tie Zhan immediately sensed the mark left by Tiesuo on it!

Mo Renjie was shocked, "Senior, you are wrong, please listen to me..."

However, before he could finish, the furious Tie Zhan had already slapped him...