"The top card, Yinxi, do you think I still need it?"

Zhang Xuan answered with a smile and added: "The Emperor of Tang Dynasty doesn't even have my sexual happiness."

"Ah...you have to take care of yourself."

Jiang Yinxi organized his thoughts and did not continue to discuss this issue. If it continues, the impact will not be good.

"Zhang Xuan, what's going on in the bloody battlefield now? Are you injured? If you can't beat us, run away. I'll ask the governor to open a back door for you. You can come out from there at any time... Anyway, you have to come back today.

Come on, I’ll go back with you in a few days.”

After trying his best to describe what he wanted to say to Chen Fan in the future, Jiang Yinxi slowly said: "The things at Chen Fan's side are a bit complicated. I will explain it to you in detail when I get back."

"Complicated? He can't be the reincarnation of an immortal from the upper world, right?"

Zhang Xuan reacted quickly. In Jiang Yinxi's few words, he quickly expressed his guess: "The saint of the Ping'an family said that Chen Fan's skills were very similar to her ex-boyfriend. At first, she thought he was Emperor Yan.

The descendants of the saint, but Chen Fan always wanted the saint to change his mind, so the saint guessed that Chen Fan might be the clone of Emperor Yan."

"You are really smart."

Jiang Yinxi said: "It's almost the same. The details will wait until you come back."

Zhang Xuan's voice suddenly became urgent: "Yinxi, Chen Fan suddenly disappeared in the past few days and no longer participated in the battle. The Haoyue Sect has also kept a low profile. Do you know what happened?"

Zhang Xuan endured the pain. Catwoman sprinkled medicinal powder on the hideous wound on his abdomen, and it healed quickly at any time, but the pain was really painful.

"Low-key?"

Listening to Zhang Xuan's urgent voice, Jiang Yinxi scratched his hair, and soon it became messy. Zhang Xuan was having too much fun.

Zhang Xuan gasped and explained: "Originally, the righteous path has always had the upper hand, attacking day and night, and there is no such thing as day and night on the bloody battlefield at any time."

"But Chen Fan disappeared a few days ago, and the monks of the Haoyue Sect retreated to defense today."

"Chen Fan has always been a serious thorn in the side of Mo Dao. Basically, everyone who can be beaten by Mo Dao has been injured and died by Chen Fan, but there is nothing that can be done to him."

"Therefore, his sudden disappearance may give Mo Dao a temporary relief at any time, but no one can be sure what conspiracy Chen Fan is brewing and whether he is preparing to bring down Mo Dao."

"Other righteous sects, except for a small number of Leng Touqing, seem to be much less interested in annihilating the demonic path. I guess they can't stand Chen Fan's limelight, and I'm afraid that Chen Fan will dominate the Tanzhou Immortal Cultivation World in the future."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The Piaomiao Sect is deliberately helping us overtly and covertly. I have to say that sister Mingke's influence is really good."

"..."

"This is the situation in the bloody battlefield now."

Jiang Yinxi said why Chen Fan was so awesome and the demonic path could last for so long without a large-scale collapse. It was because they were fighting among themselves.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xuan said: "Don't worry about Chen Fan's disappearance. He is probably recovering from his injuries. He won't be able to go out for ten days and a half."

Zhang Xuan was startled for a moment and asked: "Chen Fan is recuperating from his injuries. How did you know about Yinxi? Chen Fan has never been out. Who did it?"

Jiang Yinxi thought about how he should tell Zhang Xuan that Chen Fan was injured because he beat Chen Fan to death, which was equivalent to breaking Chen Fan's clone.

"Drinking from the stream?"

Zhang Xuan's face was filled with doubts as to what exactly happened.

Jiang Yinxi thought for a moment and felt that he should be able to express it clearly and concisely: "Actually..."

"Then I couldn't bear it anymore. I grabbed Chen Fan's descending body and smashed it to pieces with one punch. It wasn't even enough for me to warm up."

"Let me tell you, this bitch is quite sinister. If I hadn't been more skilled, I would have been seriously injured by him."

"..."

Zhang Xuan paused for a moment, then laughed, with a tone of surprise and relief: "Yin Xi, I didn't expect you to be such a hands-off shopkeeper. You actually kept doing Chen Fan's little tricks. In comparison, I can only say that you did a great job. Chen Fan

Fan has a lot of tricks in the bloody battlefield, and many devil cultivators with hot-headed ideas were tricked and killed by him using formations."

"But when I encountered your unreasonable master, I was probably so angry that I had a cerebral hemorrhage."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Xuan raised his hand to scatter the aftermath of the spell, and then said: "I'll contact Ping An and the others. It won't take long for them to leave."

After Jiang Yinxi heard this, he stretched and smiled on his face: "Okay."

…

…

"Lao Ai, get ready to work!"

When Jiang Yinxi returned to Ai Xinghong, he saw that Ai Xinghong had taken out a pen and paper at some point, preparing to continue writing those two lines of poetry.

Jiang Yinxi sat down calmly and glanced at the poem written by Ai Xinghong. In Ai Xinghong's eager to learn eyes, Jiang Yinxi calmly stated his request.

"well……"

Ai Xinghong suddenly became confused. Why did he still have requests? However, he was confused. Jiang Yinxi would always be embarrassed to refuse him.

He stood up suddenly, wiped the ink on his hands on his clothes, stared at Jiang Yinxi in surprise and said:

"As long as it's something I can do, it's my duty to do it."

Jiang Yinxi looked at the ink spots on Ai Xinghong's clothes and frowned. Although he did not have obsessive-compulsive disorder, he could not make the ink spots more symmetrical.

"It's no big deal, leave the bloody battlefield to me for a few days."

"this……"

Ai Xinghong was a little hesitant. Nowadays, good and demons are fighting fiercely in the bloody battlefield, and they will be absorbed by the bloody battlefield after death. If there is an accident and the evil spirit fills Tanzhou, he will die.

"Mr. Jiang, it's okay if you want to use the bloody battlefield, but I still have to control it..."

"Okay, what I've been waiting for is your words. I want to go to the battlefield and if you refuse, I'll beat up the dog officer who broke his promise."

"Okay...as long as you are happy."

"Lao Ai, when Zhang Xuan comes out later, you can open a back door and take them out. When they come out, I will write the complete poem to you."

"well……"

Ai Xinghong was so excited that he grabbed Jiang Yinxi's shoulder. But after grabbing it, he didn't know what to do. He just looked at Jiang Yinxi seriously: "Isn't it just to pick up someone? Leave it to me.

Not to mention one person, ten or hundreds, I will pick them up."

"Um?"

Jiang Yinxi's eyes were quite unhappy and she stared straight at Ai Xinghong.

Ai Xinghong was shocked. He didn't do anything. He said with a guilty conscience: "How many more people can we pick up?"

Jiang Yinxi said angrily: "The clothes are dirty. Remember to pay for it. It will be specially made and given with ten spirit stones."

Ai Xinghong was trembling in his heart. He regretted it so much. Why did he need to go to such unnecessary lengths? Ten spiritual stones were not a small amount.

But thinking that things have come to this, I can only blame him for being short-handed. As for the spiritual stone, just deduct it from Xiaoda's pocket money.

I just felt a stabbing pain in my heart. I looked at Jiang Yinxi's clothes very unhappily, and my voice sounded a little painful:

"Mr. Jiang, are your clothes made of silver, or are the patterns embroidered with gold?"

Jiang Yinxi was stunned by Ai Xinghong's tone and almost blurted out that you were here to cause trouble. Fortunately, he stopped because he was afraid of getting stabbed.

"..."

"I'm kidding you, Lao Ai, why do you take it seriously?"

Ai Xinghong: “…………”

Jiang Yinxi smiled, stood up and walked out, saying: "When Zhang Xuan and the others come back, I will give you the poem."

Ai Xinghong nodded repeatedly, but because he cared too much about poetry, he still asked: "Why did you leave the Governor's Mansion?"

Jiang Yinxi looked back at him and said, "Because I have to find inspiration before I can write it."

Ai Xinghong watched Jiang Yinxi leave the Governor's Mansion and reach the desk. He suddenly felt that he had neglected something. Maybe it was because he hadn't seen a masterpiece for a long time and his brain was not working well.

He lowered his head and looked at himself and then added two sentences: "If a scholar doesn't have great ambitions, how can he study hard in a cold window?" It seems a bit too mediocre, and because he is too impatient, the words are also a lot sloppy.

Wait, words?

He forgot that Jiang Yinxi's self was like a dog crawling. If it were given to him, he didn't know what to do.

How could you forget this!

…

In the past few hours, Ai Xinghong had not continued to write satisfactory poems, and he felt strange that the two sentences Jiang Yinxi said did not seem to be connected together.

Because he needed to pick someone up, Ai Xinghong took out the token of the bloody battlefield. This token was the formation eye that controlled the bloody battlefield.

In fact, the bloody battlefield is not just used to seal the evil spirit. That would be overkill. It also needs to be guarded by the governor. The biggest function of the bloody battlefield is to use the killing energy to refine weapons. Every battlefield will give birth to a weapon.

Killing magic weapon.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! And all the magic weapons bred in the bloody battlefields of the Tang Dynasty can form a killing circle the day they are formed. The dean once said that if you fall into this formation,

, Immortals are like ants.

…
To be continued...