"By the way, do you know about the sudden appearance of a C-rank cultivator in Luoyang City? He already has the means to ride a sword. "Li Yixiao stared into Li Xianyi's eyes as he spoke.
Li Xianyi snapped, "Why? Do you think he's from my faction?"
"No, no." Li Yixiao waved his hand and smiled. "I'm just telling you that this cultivator is probably not a sword cultivator. If someone from your faction doesn't have some sword gleam or astral sword on his sword, he'll be too embarrassed to go out and meet people."
"Do you have anything else to say?" Li Xianyi was annoyed whenever he saw Li Yixiao. This fatty was like a troublemaker.
Li Yixiao did not stay at Li Xianyi's place for too long. She did not seem to have a specific goal in mind. In fact, it was more of a novelty …
When Lü Shu returned that night, the first thing he did was ask Lü Xiaoyu about what had happened during the day. At that time, Li Xianyi and Li Yixiao did not hide their conversation from her. They probably thought that there was nothing for a young lady to hide from. Even her brother was only at the bottom of the F-rank.
Often, when a person's consciousness formed a fixed idea about something or someone, they would ignore other things.
Li Yixiao would never have guessed that the young man next door was the C-rank cultivator they were looking for.
Lü Xiaoyu and Lü Shu curled up on the sofa and chatted for a long time. Lü Xiaoyu accurately avoided the topic of friends coming from afar and repeated the conversation between Li Yixiao and Li Xianyi.
Ruins …
What exactly were ruins?
The biggest piece of information Lü Shu obtained from their conversation was that the ruins on Luoyang City's Northern Mang Mountain were about to open! Now, the energy released from the ruins had caused the people buried in the ground to come back to life and turn into skeletons to attack people …
Lü Shu wanted to go to Northern Mang Mountain to see what was going on, but Lü Shu was no fool. He knew very well that the Tengra's Earth Net must have stationed a large number of people on Northern Mang Mountain.
It would be great if the little sparrow that Lü Xiaoyu had captured was still around. He could let it take a flight and roughly understand the situation. However, the little sparrow was gone now.
Lü Xiaoyu's skill could only store one soul. Exchanging a small sparrow for a D-class expert was worth it no matter how one looked at it.
He knew that something big was about to happen in Luoyang City, yet he could not participate in it. However, Lü Shu also understood that the best choice was to let nature take its course. If he really had nothing better to do, two or three D-class practitioners would probably be enough to take him down.
He was clear about his own situation. He was not a true C class.
However, at this moment, Xi Ba suddenly sent a message in the F9 group chat: Everyone, gather at school! I received a reply!
At this time, the students of the Dao Origin Class were basically all cultivating. When their phones rang, they immediately replied that they had received the message. Then, West Bark started to count the people who had not replied and started to call them one by one.
It was 11 pm right now. Why was everyone suddenly asked to gather at school? Could it be related to the opening of the ruins?
…
On the northern Mongolian grassland, Nie Ting stood alone on the boundless grassland with a black cloak. He closed his eyes. A cold current blew from the north to the south. On the grassland that had just recovered from the winter, the wind blew the grass under the moonlight like waves.
In the wilderness, Nie Ting's hands were hidden in his cloak. However, the flames on his body were burning brighter and brighter like a torch in the dark night, burning higher and higher!
The wind on the grasslands suddenly changed its sound, like a dragon's roar.
From the darkness in the north, a person slowly walked out and said in Russian, "The ruins belong to all humans."
"Maybe." Nie Ting opened his eyes and calmly replied in Russian, "I'm just here to reason with you today. Don't be nervous."
The person frowned and asked, "What reason?"
"Those who trespass the national border without permission will die." The moment he spoke, a bright light suddenly appeared under the moonlight, like a dragon swimming out of the sea. It slashed out from under Nie Ting's black cloak.
It was a knife. Under the bright knife light, the words "New Pavilion" engraved on the knife god flashed.
Yesterday there were new green ants, today there was wine in the pavilion. The green ants were good wine, and the new pavilion was a good knife!
As soon as the knife appeared, the grass on the grasslands was cut open like seawater. An invisible sharp Qi swept towards the person, destroying everything.
The newcomer let out a furious roar. Instead of retreating, he charged forward and punched out with his fist. A wolf head condensed from flames pounced on the saber light, and a huge fire wolf imprint appeared behind him, illuminating the dark grassland as if it was daytime.
However, this was only Nie Ting's first knife. It only split the grass.
When the second knife came, a huge crack appeared on the ground. It was like the mouth of an abyss choosing people to eat!
Each knife was stronger than the one before. Before the person's fist could reach him, he turned around and left without any hesitation.
Nie Ting did not chase. He still stood quietly on the grasslands, as if waiting for something.
The black cloak swayed in the wind. The New Pavilion knife was nowhere to be seen. The grasslands quieted down again, as if nothing had happened, except for the deep gully on the ground that was dozens of meters long.
There was a difference between Class B and Class B. The Marquis of Xin Ting was famous in the country. He was the number one person below Class A in the East. This was also the reason why he had the confidence to oversee Tengra's Earth Net.
…
At the north slope of Mount Everest, a thin old Taoist was standing in the snow. The wind was blowing his hair into a mess. However, the old Taoist was still yawning. His body looked like it would fall into the snow at any time, but he did not fall.
The horsetail whisk in his arms was as clean as snow, blending in with the snow.
This old Taoist had a sense of being aloof from worldly affairs.
At this time, Mount Everest was already at the south. Suddenly, a black dot came over, as if it had come from Nepal to the north slope.
The person was very fast. He only slowed down when he saw the obedient Taoist.
The person spoke in a foreign language with a ferocious expression. It seemed like he did not expect that someone would know that he had entered the country from Mount Everest.
The old Taoist did not understand a word he said … The old Taoist said in a low voice, "Go back."
Hearing the person speak in a foreign language again, the old Taoist seemed to be a little impatient. "Go back if I tell you to. Why are you speaking in a foreign language!"
With a flick of the horsetail whisk, the snow that had fallen from the mountain peak was swept back like a waterfall!
When the waterfall was about to end, the person was gone. In the distance, a black dot could be seen flipping back to the south slope of Mount Everest …
At this time, Tengra was guarding the country's gate. Although the big fish could not enter, there would always be some that escaped. Fortunately, there were still people guarding Luoyang City.
To the world's experts, relics were flesh and blood. All the experts would move when they smelled it.
But this was China, not Laos.
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