Without saying anything, Suning chose Luo Miao to extract the memory.
There is no way, who gives him the highest status?
After a cup of tea, Suning closed his eyes and stopped.
Luo Miao did know more about the woman in the purple skirt than Fu Baikuang, but not much more.
For example, he had never seen what that woman looked like from beginning to end.
I don't know her origins or her name. The only thing I know is that it was just a fantasy in his mind. He thought the woman was beautiful and a peerless beauty.
"grass."
Unable to hold back, Suning swore loudly and slapped Luo Miao on the face.
Damn it, it's a waste of time for you, isn't it?
Furious, Suning simply turned to Luo Dingbing, the ancestor of the Luo family.
It’s impossible that no one in the Luo family has seen that woman’s true appearance, right?
It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it before, what about magic?
The Luo family who came here a year ago, how can they conquer these big family members without resorting to some tricks?
In Luo Miao's memory, the woman in the purple skirt only took action once, without using any magic at all.
This left Suning without a trace and unable to tell which fairy world the other party came from.
With no choice, he could only temporarily imprison these four people and rush to the residence of the ancestor of the Luo family without stopping.
On a hillside at the end of the inner courtyard, there is a single-family cabin.
Yes, the dignified ancestor of the Luo family, a master of the eighteenth level of martial arts, lived in a simpler place than the small courtyard where Suning was recuperating in the Wei family.
"Hey, Grandpa, I'm so excited. Are you enjoying tea here alone?"
He broke into the door with a sneer, and before Luo Dingbing could react, Suning, who had nowhere to vent his anger, slapped him on the head and face.
I used green bamboo grown on the hillside, which was very handy.
"Bang bang bang."
Under the suppression of demon power, how could Luo Dingbing have any chance to resist?
He held his head and ran away, screaming in pain.
"Run, where are you going?"
"Every piece of mud can't hold up the wall. If she is in your Luo family, aren't you curious about what she looks like?"
"Senior, senior, doesn't he have a name?"
"Come here."
"Ba."
The green bamboo broke, and Luo Dingbing's old face was bruised and bruised, and his mouth was full of blood.
The good news is that he does know the most secrets, and he was lucky enough to see the woman in purple skirt cast spells twice.
One time was to personally go to the Wei family to kill the ancestor of the Wei family, and the other time was to suppress the situation for the disciples of the Fuluo family.
"Hey, this doesn't look like a fairy magic."
"Why do the gestures look so familiar?"
"One page of soul-binding, this..."
"Ziwei's "Dongtian Sutra"?"
"boom."
There seemed to be a thunderbolt in his mind, and Suning took a breath of disbelief.
The Xunlong pen is written in Xunlongjue, and the acupoints are used to identify luck.
A square-inch book turns over the cave scriptures, binding the soul and soul.
Immortal painting is a magical art, longevity is equal to that of heaven.
He knows the three secret techniques of the three treasures of Ziwei very well.
It can be said that within the Three Realms, only he and Tantai Jinse, who later became Qiao Wantang's sect, were the only ones who could practice these three techniques.
One learned it indirectly due to Jiuyang's relationship, and the other was taught by Ziwei Shao and practiced as a child.
Except for the two of them, the monks in the immortal world don't look down on this inferior small world magic at all. How can they study it deeply?
After thinking about it carefully, the identity of the master hiding in the Luo family became instantly clear.