Jin Lian was indeed looking for clues to Wu Jiang on the fifth floor of the Demon Locking Tower.

The purple mist filled the tall bronze vessels, and the golden lotus inside made her already exquisite and graceful figure even more enchanting and alluring.

But suddenly, the man seemed to have disappeared.

It turned out that Zhao Wujiang suddenly separated from her, making her unable to feel Zhao Wujiang's presence for a while.

"Good brother, stop playing..."

Her voice was soft and waxy, her pretty face was as pink as a cloud, and she murmured in a sweet voice.

However, Zhao Wujiang was concentrating on practicing beside him, feeling the power he had just absorbed.

He suddenly found that he seemed to be in some mysterious state.

This feeling is very important, certainly much more important than the Golden Lotus.

After all, women can only affect the speed at which he draws his sword. When necessary, he is actually a handsome boy who has no woman in mind and is a natural god in drawing his sword.

"Good brother, where are you?"

Jin Lian groped in the dark, but could not find any clues about Zhao Wujiang.

No matter how Jin Lian shouted, Zhao Wujiang did not take any further action.

After all, he is a gentleman, he will never take advantage of others' danger, and he will definitely not bully this delicate and delicate golden lotus sister.

the other side.

"It can't be done, it can't be done, my old waist... um..."

Li Chunjun hammered his waist twice and slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.

Li Chunjun, who had been hunted by the female monks of the Huaxian Sect for tens of thousands of miles, finally escaped from the pursuit of the Huaxian Sect for a short time today.

Originally, the Huaxian Sect had given up chasing him, but this incident got fermented, causing the entire Huayun Continent cultivation world to be shaken. Countless male monks and even female monks spoke out and criticized the Huaxian Sect's actions.

This completely angered the Huaxian Sect.

But the Huaxian Sect could not solve the verbal and written criticism of many monks throughout Huayun Continent.

So Huaxian Sect decided to deal with Li Chunjun.

Li Chunjun fled and killed at the same time, his cultivation became more and more condensed, and his sword energy became more and more powerful.

But he never stopped for a moment, even the donkeys that worked in his village would die from exhaustion when he was a child.

It was a luxury for him to even sit down and rest for a while, but now that he was finally free from the pursuit for a short time, he could just take a good rest.

As long as he escaped from Huayun Continent, the Huaxian Sect's pursuit would not be so unscrupulous.

He can just go to Nanhezhou and have a long experience.

Along the way, he heard more than once that the female cultivators or ordinary women in Nanhe Continent were called water spirits.

Women are made of water, and the women of Nanhezhou are made of the sacred water of the entire southern region. They have outstanding people, and they raise beautiful and moist women.

Li Chunjun, who is very old but is getting younger as he lives, has never touched the hands of a woman except Ahua from the village when he was a child.

Finally, he met a group of women, and they accused him of being a voyeur and having bad intentions.

No matter what he said, he had to find a charming woman to make up for the situation after it calmed down.

He sighed, gently massaged his waist with his backhand, and slowly relaxed his eyebrows.

After three breaths, he cursed again:

"The ghost lingers!"

He picked up his sword and started running away again.

Just a few breaths after the figure disappeared from the spot, hundreds of female cultivators from the Flower Fairy Sect came to the place where Li Chunjun rested briefly, captured a few remaining breaths, and chased after him with murderous intent.

They vowed not to give up until Li Chunjun was killed.

There are two sides to the story, Zhao Wujiang is in a miserable situation.
Chapter completed!