The man in white stepped back and let go of his shackles against the three of them. The young man in iron armor stared at the other side, forgetting to cough.

Ling Chuan saw it too much, was stunned for a moment and then reacted, shouting: "Ancestors, this person wants to murder your own grandparents and grandchildren, you should beat him to death!"

Ling Nianqing put force under his feet and landed beside Lingchuan, "I am not as unscrupulous as yours."

Lingchuan: "..."

"You know?" The man in white not far away glared slightly, remembering what he had just said, and was even more unbelievable, "Are you a member of the Ling family?"

"Of course!" Lingchuan shouted, "My ancestor is the best disciple of our Ling family in this generation!"

The ancient martial arts Ling family has produced many talents and has many masters. This is a sensible word.

The man in white sneered: "For the same generation, you call him ancestors, you really make a fortune."

"So what?" Ling Chuan's waist was straightened. "Anyway, you're going to rest in peace, so I'll forgive you for being rude to you this time."

He pulled the two young men and retreated for nearly a hundred meters before stopping.

"What are you doing?" The young man in iron armor wanted to yell, but he thought of something, and for his own life, he suppressed the roar back.

"My ancestors are easily injured when fighting." Ling Chuan curled his lips, "I'm doing it for your own good."

The young man in iron armor pulled Lingchuan's clothes and said to Ling Nianqing, "That's your ancestor, Ling Nianqing?" Tsk, I used to know that she was strong, but why didn't anyone say she looked so good-looking?

"Yes, but don't want me to introduce you to you."

“Why?”

Ling Chuan snorted, not very happy, "Because she said that if you can get together with me, you must be much more powerful, so don't taint her eyes."

Iron-armored boy: "..."

"Look at what your ancestors hold." The young man in the iron sword pointed at Ling Nianqing, "Are you familiar with it?"

Ling Chuan took a look, took out his map that was less than his palm-sized one, and was silent.

Ling Nianqing was obviously holding this map, the difference was that she had a lot of them in her hands, and obviously only lacked this small piece of him.

What a three-star danger? This is obviously a five-star danger!

"We still want to fight?" On the other side, the man in white said a little helplessly.

They have fought several times, and each time they are almost evenly matched. He can't fight anymore, but due to the limitations of the formation, he can only escape here.

Forget it, it's not the case that she's found, but it hurts the person she knows.

"It's okay if you don't want to fight, just give me what I told you."

"I really didn't..."

Ling Nianqing shook his hand, and the man in white exploded instantly. The land under his feet looked like it was cut into tofu, and a neat scratch appeared.

The man in white retreated repeatedly, "Ancestor, I'm afraid of you, okay, but I really can't take out what you want now..."

"Wait and don't do it, I really can't give it to you." The man in white poured beans, "I was sealed here. As one of the important treasures of the formation, no one can take the bluestone away unless the formation is broken."

How many years ago, an old man unreasonably broke the space and locked him up here. He also said that someone would come to save him in a few hundred years. He almost forgot about this. Now it seems that it is true?

"Guess me or not?"

The man in white: "...What does it have to do with me if you believe it or not?"

"Of course it's related." Ling Nianqing smiled and said slowly, "If I don't believe it, I can kill you to prevent future troubles, and then slowly look for Qingshi."

Man in white: "..."

He retreated suddenly and distanced himself from Ling Nianqing, "We can't be acquainted, can you meet each other again? How can you treat your friends like this?!"

"Friends who want to kill my grandson?"

The man in white smiled awkwardly: "Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. If you have something to say, we don't have to move."

"Bah!" Ling Chuan stared at the man in white, "That's not what he said to us just now."

The Iron Sword Boy was deeply impressed, "Your ancestor is still your ancestor."

Ling Nianqing frowned slightly and looked around, "You were imprisoned here by the formation. Did you make any mistake?"

The man in white was furious: "What imprisonment..."

"Say." Ling Nianqing interrupted with a word.

"I fought with an immortal, and I was instantly sealed when I was beaten here." The man in white said quickly.

Ling Nianqing stared at him and looked at him, "Where did you come from?"

"Isn't that..."

"Smart people won't lie when life and death are at stake." Ling Nianqing took a step forward, "What do you think?"

Although the spiritual energy here can make the monsters first realize, it is far from being able to transform. The monster in front of you is at least a hundred years old.

The feeling of oppression came to his face, and the man in white felt the air around him squeezed towards him, and quickly waved his hand, "I come from other continents, but it was really an accident to come here, and it has never harmed anyone here."

"Well, your grandson was really surprised."

He was so frustrated by Ling Nianqing that he finally found a place to rest for a while. Someone else came to annoy him. The clay man had a three-point temper, not to mention that his temper was not very good.

He was really unlucky, and he finally wanted to kill a few people, but he was still a friend of his strong rivals.

Ling Nianqing nodded slightly, "Where is the bluestone?"

"This formation has four array eyes, which occupy four major positions. Bluestone is one of the array eyes. According to my speculation, it should be in the West."

"Okay." Ling Nian leaned over and landed beside Lingchuan, took out the yellowed parchment paper, and drew a straight line with her slender fingers. "This is Zhiyan's map, you can go out along this road."

"What about you?" Lingchuan asked.

"Of course I have something to do." Ling Nianqing glared at him, "At a young age, he is not good at learning skills, is impulsive and cares about the consequences. If he is himself, he will still be in danger with his friends."

Ling Chuan shrank his neck and did not dare to refute it.

"After going back, explaining this to the elders in the family, receiving the punishment, copying the ancient books in the house and then making trouble."

Ling Chuan nodded obediently, "Yes."

By seniority, he should call Ling Nianqing a sister, and the elder sister is like a mother. It is appropriate to punish him, and he is used to being punished.

"Go back."
Chapter completed!