After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

Chapter 127 Reopening the Mountain Gate

It is not easy to accumulate family wealth, and the wealth that has been accumulated for a long time is going to be squandered by these useless people.

Seeing the two shrinking like this, the third elder behind him stepped forward and said, "Master, now that things have come to this, we should try to search the surrounding area. If they are lucky enough to escape, we can take care of them."

Upon hearing this, the head of the Zhang family suppressed his anger, swung his embroidered robe and knocked the two men to the ground.

"What are you standing there for? Go quickly."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Patriarch, thank you, Third Elder." The two of them kowtowed so much that the ground was pounded with their bangs, and then they hurriedly controlled their magic weapons to fly away to search for him.

Upon seeing this, the monks behind Patriarch Zhang also silently dispersed. At this time, only the two of them and the girl who had been standing silently beside them were left on the ground.

"This bunch of rubbish can't even do such a small thing."

Hearing the anger in the clan leader's tone, the third elder couldn't help but sigh while stroking his beard.

Although most of the spiritual materials have not yet been delivered to the remaining formation master, the spiritual materials that have already been arranged have been wasted. If they go to look for other formation masters, not only will it waste time, but even the formations that have already been arranged will be abandoned.

After all, most formation masters will not consider their employers and will not set up formations based on the remaining formations.

After all, it is common for people of the same trade to look down on each other. If you calculate it this way, the loss is quite huge.

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On the other hand, Qingxu Sword Pavilion finally opened its gates during this period. Compared with its old rival Yuxu Sword Pavilion, the blow they suffered seemed insignificant, and the seriously injured and dying Jindan Zhenren was also rescued by the joint efforts of the peak masters.

But this injury damaged the golden elixir in his body, and there was little hope for further progress in this life. After all, this was related to the golden elixir of enlightenment, and even if Yuanying Zhenjun came in person, he would be helpless.

At this time, two sword lights flew out from the mountain gate and headed straight to the east.

One of the escape lights was light gold in color, with a strong sword intent and sharp edge, dyeing the surroundings a light gold.

The sword light at his side was pure white and clear, and it was as free as a spirit fish in the sea when it was controlled in the sky. Although the sword spirit beside him was awe-inspiring, it could always find its own place. At first glance, there was a sense of faint confrontation.

Song Ming'an was trapped in the sword, and glanced helplessly at his senior brother beside him. He had originally wanted to go to Zhang's house outside the market to look for Sister Yu Fei, but he didn't know why she had to follow him. It was really strange.

Moreover, during this period of time, this Senior Brother Du actually broke through to the foundation-building stage, and the spiritual energy in his body was transformed into spiritual power. It was only because the time was still short that he could not control his breath freely, so the sides of his body were dyed light gold.

The man escaped very quickly, his hat fluttering off, revealing the side of his face which was damaged by mottled marks. He had a calm expression, and he did not feel proud of having made a breakthrough to the foundation-building stage.

This time, he went out with his junior brother, firstly to relax after breaking through to the foundation building stage, and secondly, because of the magic cultivator he met at that time, whose magic was so impressive that he could escape from his hands at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

What if he was allowed to reach the perfection of Qi Refining or even the foundation building stage? And the demon cultivator was very similar to the girl brought by Junior Brother Song, so he couldn't help but pay attention to him.

Thinking of this, he urged the sword light again, and the speed was even faster. Song Mingan beside him was puzzled, why did this Senior Brother Du seem to be more anxious than himself.

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Lushui, Zhangjia.

Yu Fei arranged a simple forbidden formation around her body and sat cross-legged in the forest. Sweat appeared on her forehead and her body was shaking with pain.

The Dharma image in the body fixed the five spiritual needles, and the Yin-attributed spiritual energy circulated continuously, trying to push the spiritual needles out of the body.

It took more than half an hour, and a silver needle as white as white hair emerged from the thigh and was pinched in the palm of his hand.

Just forcing out one spiritual needle, most of the spiritual energy in the body was consumed. Looking at the white hair lying in the palm of his hand, he was afraid. Fortunately, it was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining. If it was a cultivator in the foundation building stage, I am afraid that I would be killed by the spiritual needle on the spot. Even if one needle entered the body, there is no possibility of survival.

He opened his mouth, took out a Qi-recovering pill and threw it into his mouth, then planned to expel the remaining spirit needles one by one in one go.

The main pavilion of the Zhang family in Lushui.

As the sky outside darkened, the Zhang family head's expression became more and more embarrassed. As the sound transmission notes came back empty handed, it became as dark as the bottom of a pot.

I invited a formation master to set up the formation, but he failed to protect her life and let her die in the clan territory. If outsiders knew about this, how could I still have face?

Even practitioners who wanted to come here would probably secretly murmur that the Zhang family might have changed their minds and robbed the thieves. Once this rumor spread, the reputation that the Zhang family had worked so hard to build would be ruined.

Hearing the family member in front of him coming to him tremblingly to tell him that he had not found anything, he was so angry that he turned his palm and slammed the teacup to the ground.

"Trash, all trash! Such a big family, dozens of cultivators can't even find a single person."

All the elders and monks in the hall were silent upon seeing this, muttering to themselves that the female monk might have already died and the murderer might have escaped.

The head of the Zhang family was originally hot-tempered, and he became even more angry when he saw that everyone around him kept their heads down and kept silent. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a cultivator hurriedly controlling a magic weapon and landing in front of the door.

"Report!"

The man walked into the hall in two steps, glanced at the broken teacup on the ground and said respectfully, "Master, the two masters from Qingxu Sword Pavilion are on their way here."

Qingxu Sword Pavilion? What are they doing here?

Patriarch Zhang stood up suddenly, frowning. Unable to figure out what was going on, he threw his robe aside and strode out the door.

What is there to be afraid of? A man of integrity has nothing to fear from his own shadow. He wants to see what this is all about.

As the head of the family walked out of the door, several elders and family members around him stood up to greet him.

As soon as they stood still in the courtyard, they saw two beams of light flying towards them under the guidance of the family monks. The light golden sword light emitted a foundation-building fluctuation, which made everyone nervous.

As the two swords fell to the center of the venue, the faint sword intent spread, which made the cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage feel nervous. They could not help but step back several steps to avoid the overflowing edge.

Upon seeing this, the head of the Zhang family narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on the corners of his narrow mouth.

I feel that these two people from Qingxu Sword Pavilion have ill intentions.

The spiritual light dissipated, and a male cultivator in a golden robe and a conical hat looked around, looked at the middle-aged cultivator standing alone in the front, and raised his hand to salute.

"Master Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"You are, Du Jinhong! No, Fellow Daoist Du." He looked puzzled at first, then suddenly realized with a hint of surprise and envy, and bowed in return.

"It's been a long time since we last met. I never thought that Fellow Daoist Du has entered the foundation-building stage."

Du Jinhong took his hands back calmly and said, "It was just luck."

Then he asked without hesitation: "My junior brother and I came here to look for an old friend named Yu Fei. I wonder where she is now?"

Fairy Yu?

Hearing this, his heart skipped a beat. From the tone of his voice, it seemed that he had a normal relationship with Fairy Yu. He asked with a fluke in mind, "I wonder what your relationship is with Fairy Yu?"

The young man who had been standing beside the sword cultivator in the bamboo hat raised his sword-like eyebrows and his eyes shot out like lightning.

"Why, do I need to report to you when I look for Sister Fei'er?"