Chapter 908 The Sword Has No Trace

"no!"

Su Zimo shook his head and said decisively: "Without the sect seniors accompanying you, it would be too risky for the three of you to go out during this sensitive period!"

Although he is younger than Nangong Ling and the others.

But the seniority is huge.

He couldn't watch Nangong Ling and the others take risks in this matter!

What's more, in the past two months, every time he watched the Heavenly Sword Art for a while and left the cave to get some air, he would feel like he was being watched!

If this person is a disciple of Bailian Sect, he is just out of curiosity, that's all.

If other sects have informants buried in Bailian Sect, or if it is the informants buried in Netherfire Palace, then their every move will be exposed!

In other words, once they leave the sect, there is a great possibility of being targeted!

"Uncle Junior, it's okay!"

Ruxuan said coquettishly: "Fengyun City is located in the middle of the four side gates. It is not too far from our Bailian Sect. How can it be dangerous?"

Su Zimo was about to shake his head in refusal when he inadvertently looked up and saw Liu Hanyan standing next to him.

Although this quiet woman never spoke, her eyes looked at him, with a trace of expectation deep in her eyes.

Su Zimo's heart softened.

Liu Hanyan was under too much pressure during this period.

This trip may also relieve her nervousness.

After thinking about this, Su Zimo already had some thoughts in his mind.

Nangong Ling looked at Su Zimo, snorted, and said: "Who said that the seniors of the sect are all too busy, but the junior uncle in front of us is quite free."

Su Zimo stood up and said calmly: "Okay, I'll go out with you."

"ah?"

This time, Nangong Ling was surprised.

He originally said it casually to try to win over Su Zimo, but he didn't expect that the latter was uncharacteristically agreeing to it.

Nangong Ling felt regretful and complained for a while.

"Okay!"

Ruxuan clapped her hands and cheered, smiling happily.

Even Liu Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief, and the tangled melancholy between his brows seemed to have faded a lot. His eyes were sparkling, and he bowed to Su Zimo and said softly: "Thank you, uncle."

"It's okay to accompany you to the gathering, but I have to warn you."

Su Zimo looked serious and said in a deep voice: "You three are having fun, but you can't leave within three feet of me. Is it possible?"

"Oh, yes, yes!"

Ruxuan urged, pulled Su Zimo's sleeve, and walked out, muttering in her mouth: "Uncle, you are really nagging."

Nangong Ling curled his lips and didn't take it seriously, muttering in a low voice: "So what if I'm within three feet of you? I can live forever!"

Before he finished speaking, Nangong Ling suddenly felt his neck tighten. Someone grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up in the air!

"Who, who!"

Nangong Ling looked flustered, his face turned red, his legs were kicking in the air, and he felt that all the strength in his body had disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, a rough face appeared in front of his eyes.

Su Zimo grabbed Nangong Ling with one hand and said with a half-smile: "Immortality is not guaranteed, but at least I can save your life!"

"You, you, let me go!"

Nangong Ling desperately tried to activate his magic power and qi and blood.

But for some reason, under Su Zimo's hand, he couldn't mobilize all his strength and could only let him carry it.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Ruxuan was naturally unscrupulous and laughing.

Nangong Ling felt even more humiliated, and was so angry that he almost fainted on the spot.

Sudden!

He felt his body loosen, his body falling, and he was free again.

Nangong Ling was furious and wanted to argue with Su Zimo, but found that Su Zimo and the others had already left the cave and walked outside.

Nangong Ling chased after him angrily and remained silent.

After all, Su Zimo was his junior uncle.

He couldn't fight with Su Zimo in public. If the master knew about this, he would be expelled from the master!

Arriving outside the sect, Ruxuan patted the storage bag with her little hand and pulled out a spiritual boat, which quickly expanded and contained everything from tea, spiritual fruits, and more.

"Uncle Junior, let's go!"

After saying that, Ruxuan jumped up first, followed closely by Su Zimo and others.

With the spirit boat on the way, Su Zimo had some free time, but it was not interesting. He took out the Heavenly Sword Art and continued to meditate and practice.

During this period of time, he focused almost entirely on the Heavenly Sword Art. When he was tired, he would rest for a while, and then continue to comprehend.

Su Zimo had a hunch that he was about to touch the surface of this sword technique!

The spirit boat galloped all the way, and after half a day, its speed slowly slowed down.

Looking across the horizon, the outline of a huge city gradually becomes clear on the horizon!

Fengyun City!

Take the meaning of meeting in a stormy situation.

Before arriving at Fengyun City, there were already more monks nearby.

Someone walks with a sword.

Someone is coming on the wind.

There are monks stepping on auspicious clouds, and a true king riding a red-headed crane.

Putting away the spirit boat, Su Zimo and the others descended into Fengyun City.

This city is huge and the city is even more lively.

Wherever you enter, monks from various major sects can be seen everywhere. Countless monk stalls are gathered on both sides of the road.

Divine weapons can be found everywhere.

There is a dazzling array of ancient books and secrets.

There are all kinds of spiritual elixirs and talismans, which are dazzling.

Some monks simply ignored the demeanor of the immortal family and shouted loudly with broken gongs!

Seeing this lively scene, Liu Hanyan's condition was obviously much better, and he seemed to have relieved himself of the pressure brought by the weapon refining dispute.

Ruxuan jumped up and down, circling around every stall, playing with it out of curiosity but not buying anything, earning countless looks.

Nangong Ling followed Liu Hanyan step by step, paying attention to his sweetheart's eyes, and was ready to take action at any time to help his sweetheart buy the treasure!

Su Zimo was still the same as before, holding the Heavenly Sword Art in his hand and lazily following the three of them.

He is indeed comprehending the Heavenly Sword Art.

But at the same time, the red-haired Yin Shen was hiding in the corner of the sea of ​​consciousness and did not relax his vigilance, paying attention to the movements around him.

"Look over there, Wu Tianyu, the genius of Feiyu sect, has appeared!"

"Wu Tianyu is the eleventh on this vision list. I didn't expect him to come so early."

"Go and have a look. I haven't seen what the monk number 11 on the list of visions looks like."

Many monks were talking and rushing in that direction.

The monks on the Vision List are the center wherever they go!

"I dare to ask my friend, but Nangong Ling is number eighty-three on the vision list?"

At this moment, a monk stepped out, cupped his fists at Nangong Ling and asked.

Nangong Ling didn't say anything, just stood with his hands behind his hands, looking proud, and nodded.

The monk looked delighted and said quickly: "It's really Taoist Brother Nangong. I've admired him for a long time. I'm really lucky to see you here this time!"

At this moment, another noise came from the crowd behind him.

"Look, it's Jian Wuhen!"

"Ah! It's him!"

The monk who was originally standing in front of Nangong Ling looked even more excited, as if he could no longer see Nangong Ling's existence, and followed the crowd, heading straight for Jian Wu Trace.

Even Nangong Ling showed a trace of fear and said in a low voice: "Jian Wu trace, third on the list of visions!"

Thanks to Diandian, Wuyu, Xiao Bingyi, and the vast sea and sky for the reward~