Li Yuan didn't dig into it, he just took a ride on it, and it had nothing to do with him whether he was a secret escort or an open escort.

"Oh, it's all the fate of the mysterious soldiers. I just hope it will be over soon."

Fang Baoluo sighed, seeing the chaos in Zhelong Mansion, he felt really uncomfortable.

This is the ancestral land of Shenbing Valley that has been passed down for thousands of years. It is also the foundation of his career and his hometown.

"I heard that everyone from Longhu Temple has arrived, should it be soon?"

Li Yuan comforted him, but he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart.

If that group of people finds out that the Tianyun Xuanbing is not here...

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Zhelongfu City.

The relocation of the entire family in Shenbing Valley does not seem to have affected the city. At least on the surface, all businesses are as prosperous as before.

"This old guy Gong Yangyu is really decisive!"

On the sixth floor of a restaurant, Meng Zhan stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the bustling city with a gloomy expression.

That day in the tunnel of Shenbing Valley, he left briefly for some reason. When he returned, there was no trace of anyone and only corpses were seen on the ground.

Undercurrents surged in the cold pool, and Bai Jingchuan and others all disappeared without a trace.

"Lord."

A disciple of the Zhenwu Hall came quickly and whispered: "Yan Qingyuan is here."

"Yan Qingyuan?"

Meng Zhan's eyes darkened slightly.

Yan Qingyuan, one of the eight contemporary true legends of Huailong Palace, is unique in Huailong Palace with his Yan Mo sword skills, and is likely to become the contemporary young palace master of Huailong Palace.

"lead the way."

Meng Zhan turned around and followed the disciple to the city gate. At this time, many forces and people from Jianghu and Jianghu were here.

But on the wooden bridge, a purple carriage was slowly approaching. The four dragon horses pulling the carriage were all the same color, with shoulders two feet high, and they were extremely handsome.

"parking."

The old man in gray clothes driving the car nodded slightly and reined in the horse.

A handsome middle-aged man wearing black gilt brocade clothes and a long knife at his waist slowly stepped out of the carriage. He looked around and said calmly:

"Where is Meng Zhan?"

Among the people who were greeted at the city gate, Meng Zhan walked out quickly and slightly cupped his hands: "Meng Zhan has met Mr. Yan."

"Um."

Yan Qingyuan nodded slightly and motioned for him to come over. Meng Zhan frowned slightly. He didn't like this person's attitude very much, but he quickly approached.

"Among the first batch of people to enter the tunnels of the Divine Weapon Valley, you are the only one who is still here."

Yan Qingyuan glanced at him lightly: "Let's talk about it."

His tone was neither high nor low, but it was full of irresistibility. Meng Zhan felt a little cold in his heart, but he obeyed and explained the cause and effect one by one.

From the siege of Sanyuanwu in Shenbing Valley, to the sacrifice of thousands of spirits, to the massacre in the tunnel, to the disappearance of everyone.

"I heard someone say that the Mystical Realm of Xuanbing was once born?"

Yan Qingyuan suddenly interrupted.

"That's hard to say."

Meng Zhan shook his head slightly: "In those days, Meng happened to be away for something. Although he heard about it, he didn't see it with his own eyes..."

"You happen to be away?"

Yan Qingyuan frowned slightly. He looked at the old man driving the car. The old man in gray bowed slightly and said:

"Back to Young Master, Gong Yangyu, Han Chuijun, Jing Shuhu and others who were the first batch to enter the tunnel all disappeared without a trace. They must have fled to Dechang Mansion.

The palace has issued a summons, and I think there will be results in the near future."

"Um."

Yan Qingyuan nodded and did not enter the city. He turned around and walked towards the gate of Shenbing Valley.

All the people who were greeted at the city gate followed quickly. Only Meng Zhan frowned slightly and returned to the city.

"My martial arts skills are average, but I'm really good at putting on airs!"

At this time, someone in the crowd murmured, which attracted Yan Qingmo's cold eyes: "Who are you?"

In the crowd, a sturdy young man pinched his long hair at the temples and hummed: "Longhu Temple, Yu Xuanfeng."
Chapter completed!