3100: C3100 Late for Revenge

C3100 Late for Revenge

After the small golden sword turned into a huge sword, Ding Feng jumped and stood on it. Xu Zhi. . . Tremblingly climbed up, his bitterness and fear did not diminish in the slightest.

Jiang Ting then thought for a moment, and the huge sword flew into the sky, heading towards the Southern Kingdom.

The honest Ding Feng spoke again, "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

Xu Zhi replied with a stutter. "It's. . . It's nothing. "

Jiang Ting, who was still on his sword, saw this and a strange smile appeared on his face. Simple and honest?

He clearly saw Ding Feng following him in a hurry!

If he had not guessed wrong, when he was still in the Mission Hall, with Xu Zhi's attitude of taking advantage of others to gain success, he was afraid that he would fiercely suppress Ding Feng.

And Ding Feng's honest and honest appearance was only an act.

In the end, when he arrived, Ding Feng discovered that there was probably some sort of disagreement between him and Xu Zhi. . . Ding Feng, who had been suppressed, deliberately pretended to know nothing and kept exposing Xu Zhi's scars.

He even made Xu Zhi suffer in silence.

It was also interesting. Actually, he didn't have any bad thoughts about Xu Zhi.

Although he did not extort two Spirit Stones back then. . . No matter what, Xu Zhi was still using money to do things. The first time he was tasked to guard the place, it was a very simple task, and he had not been put in a difficult position.

Unfortunately, he didn't want to take revenge, but he couldn't. Xu Zhi used his own heart of a villain to measure Jiang Ting's heart of a gentleman.

Of course, Jiang Ting didn't have the intention to explain.

Ding Feng, on the other hand, might be very smart to detect something, or perhaps he was worried that his cultivation was inferior to Xu Zhi, so after a moment of stimulation, he did not say anything.

………….

In the outer area.

In a certain courtyard.

A person dressed in outer sect disciple clothing quietly watched Jiang Ting leave on his sword.

After a while, the corner of his mouth slowly rose. "It's time. . . "

…………. .

A few days later.

Somewhere in the depths of a quiet mountain range.

One, between his eyebrows. There were fiery lines. A young man with a charming appearance was sitting quietly on a hassock.

Beside him was. . . A woman whose clothes were in tatters and whose bones were as thin as firewood. Her corpse.

The corpse's eyes were wide open and there was still unwillingness and fear in its eyes. Its flesh was like mud. . . Obviously, it did not feel good before its death.

If Jiang Ting was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it. That person. . . Was the one he had met in the Scorching Sun Desert. He was the man who called himself Xiahou, who had many treasures and artifacts around him.

Xiahou was just his surname, not his name.

Unless he was an expert with a high cultivation base and shocking information channels. Otherwise. . . Perhaps no one would know what Xiahou's last name represented.

After an unknown period of time.

A figure appeared silently. "Young Lord. "

"What's the matter?" Xiahou slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with evil intentions.

His voice was also filled with coldness.

The figure shuddered and hurriedly lowered his head. "Young Lord, we just received news that you asked the person you were watching to leave with two ants and head southwest. He guessed that the person might have left the sect to carry out a mission. "

"Southwest direction. . . "

After thinking for a while, Xiahou narrowed his eyes. "Southwest should not have any of our people. "

"I don't know. " The man shook his head.

Xiahou sounded a little displeased. "Trash. . . Show me the latest intelligence. "

The figure hurriedly handed over a jade slip.

Xiahou sent his Divine Sense into the jade slip to observe.

Around fifteen minutes later.

Xiahou slowly got up. "Interesting. . . . What about Han Youqing? She heard that she had a huge grudge with Jiang Ting in the Herb Grafting Valley. She went to the South Country to take a look. I want to invite her to watch a big show. "

"Southern Country?" That person was slightly stunned.

"A lucky person from the South Country who obtained a demonic cultivation technique was discovered by the Purple Frost Sect. "

After saying that, Xiahou licked his lips, revealing a bit of bloodthirstiness. "Jiang Ting ruined my big plan in the Scorching Sun Desert. . . Shame must be washed away with blood!"

His background was unfathomable and extraordinary. It was true that he hated Jiang Ting.

When he and Jiang Ting separated, he calmed down and realized that he was really going all out. He had many magic tools and trump cards with him, and Jiang Ting had no chance of beating him, even if he had not practiced any defensive magic!

In the end, because of Jiang Ting's desperate attitude and his arrogance, he had not learned any defensive magic. He had not been able to react in time, and unexpectedly. . . He, the dignified Xiahou family, had been scared away by an unknown person!

This was a humiliation! It was a supreme humiliation!

He had always wanted revenge, but he had never found a chance. After all, his spies didn't have a high position in the Purple Frost Sect. They were only servants.

He couldn't grasp Jiang Ting's whereabouts, and Jiang Ting almost never left the Crane Cry Mountain. Even if he left sometimes, when his spy sent him the news, Jiang Ting would have already returned.

Purple Frost Sect was one of the six strongest forces in Tian Lan. In recent years, due to the conflict between the Black Feather Pavilion and the devil cultivators, the Purple Frost Sect seemed to be in deep trouble.

However, in reality, he knew that everything was just a minor issue, and it was just a minor issue. Strictly speaking, the Purple Frost Sect didn't care about it at all.

If he forced the Purple Frost Sect, did he really think that the First Sect, Second Sect, and Third Pavilion of the Tian Lan Continent were easy to bully?

Because of this, even if he wanted to take revenge, he did not dare to enter and exit the seemingly safe and unrestricted He Ming Mountain.

He could only suppress that revenge.

Now that he knew that Jiang Ting had left Crane Mourn Mountain. . . If it was in another direction, he might not be able to confirm it.

However, Jiang Ting should not have left with the two little ants in front of the Mission Hall!

Based on the information he received and the information he had, he was very certain that Jiang Ting was travelling from the southwest. It was very likely that he was heading to the south, where the devil cultivators were suddenly wreaking havoc.

According to the information he had, the devil cultivators of the southern region. . . In truth, he was just a trash in the Qi Refining stage.

But now. . .2

The voice of the person who had sent the message changed slightly: "Young Lord, you want to do it yourself?"

"Is there a problem?" The bloodthirst in Xiahou's eyes intensified.

"No. " The figure glanced at the corpse on the ground and shook his head instantly.

A flying sword appeared beneath Xiahou's feet. "I have been eyeing that flower with thorns for a long time. You stay here. Don't let anyone know that I have left. If it is leaked, Heh, you know the consequences!"

…………. .

On the other side.

Crane's Cry Mountain, southwest.

An unknown distance away, there was a country with a rather large area of governance.

Southern country.

At a certain night, Southern Kingdom, King's City.

An enormous mansion decorated with dazzling gold and jade.

In the depths of the mansion, there was a lotus pond.

There was a man wearing the outer disciple uniform of the Purple Frost Sect. The man with a fierce face was sitting in a pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, there were many rich and powerful people dressed in luxurious clothes. There were men, women, old and young. They all had fanatical and envious expressions on their faces as they stood respectfully outside the pavilion.

In the horizon, a stream of light streaked across the sky.

The fierce-looking man raised his head and said with a voice filled with joy, "The people from the sect are here. "

"Immortals, are there other Immortals coming?" The people outside the pavilion were instantly overjoyed, and their voices were full of flattery.

However, the fierce-looking man simply ignored them. "All of you, go down and prepare some food. "

In his opinion, the people from the Purple Frost Sect could choose not to eat, but to throw away their food and feed the dogs. . . . However, these people had to be prepared!

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