Sure enough, there was a faint blue light flowing in the scratches on the ground.
The man raised his hands and said, "I said surrender, so I won't struggle."
However, Imperial Master Qingyang ignored him, moved his skills, and turned around on the sandbank in a blink of an eye.
The area of ​​this sandbank is not large, three to four thousand square meters, and it is covered with branches and vines. Imperial Master Qingyang did not give up, and did not miss every corner and nook. It also frightened countless gulls and herons, but not even a single person was seen.
There was only one prisoner on this sandbank who could not be captured.
Just a little bit closer!
She is unwilling to do so!
Imperial Master Qingyang punched the tree, and with a kacha sound, the small tree had no chance of breaking in half, and instead the whole tree turned into powder.
She walked back again, but the prisoner was still in the pen and didn't move.
Imperial Master Qingyang suppressed his anger and said: "Take off the mask!"
The man raised his hand in the air, put it down before he touched the mask, and suddenly said: "Guoshi Qingyang, I have something to ask for advice."
Imperial Master Qingyang struck the boulder on the side with his staff, but she didn't see how hard she used it. The latter suddenly collapsed and turned into a rocky sand:
"Take off the mask."
Looking at her face and listening to her voice, she was already on the verge of explosion. The person had no choice but to reach out and take off the mask, revealing a young face.
Imperial Master Qingyang's gaze seemed to burn a hole in his face: "You are not him."
"He" is the intruder, the chief culprit of the entire Xushan Mountain, and the key to her redemption and meritorious service.
The prisoner asked curiously: "How do you know?"
Of course Imperial Master Qingyang didn't answer. The prisoner's arm armor was intact, and although he was wearing a lava mask, he was not the real owner she was looking for.
After confirming this, her heart sank to the bottom.
Damn it, I let that guy slip!
"Are you his accomplice? Where is he?" Is this a plan to attack the east and attack the west?
At least I managed to catch someone alive, and I hope I can get some useful clues.
The prisoner laughed again. His smile was a little weird because his facial muscles were stiff: "He's gone, he's gone already, you can't catch him."
His tone was also dry: "I want to ask, do you have a flute made of centipede bones?"
Bone flute? Imperial Master Qingyang’s eyes narrowed slightly: “How do you know?”
Did this person see her wearing or blowing it with his own eyes, or did he learn about it from Xi Yunhe's paintings? If it was the latter, at least he had seen the standing portrait that Xi Yunhe painted for her.
This is one of the evidences of the elixir of life. There are many rumors outside, but how many people have actually seen it?
The prisoner stared at her, with a hint of nervousness hidden in his voice: "I want to ask, where does this bone flute come from?"
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