?Jiang Yu and his group appeared in a barren mountain a hundred miles outside Zijin City.

They did not approach each other rashly. Although the news had already spread, he did not confirm whether there were any ambushers from the Supreme Saint outside the city.

"Master, you are waiting here. I'll go to the city to explore the wind."

Jiang Yu planned to enter the city alone first, and use the bone movement technique to cooperate with the Supreme Soul, and it should not be discovered by anyone.

Wu Liang said: "You think it through. Once you kill the Saint of Zhizhen, you will become a vengeance with Zhizhen Sect."

Jiang Yu's face suddenly became fierce: "As an extraterritorial cultivator, he would just invade the wilderness. He dared to make a letter of war with me with great fanfare, and even threatened me with Xu Xian. If he didn't kill her, how could I stay in the wilderness in the future?"

He had already thought that it was the most true saint who provoked him for no reason. If he didn't fight back, people would think that he was a soft persimmon.

Moreover, as the only person in the past three thousand years who has learned the art of killing immortals, if even he admits his conscience, then the wilderness will be really helpless.

The crazy girl supported her and said, "After catching her, let's hang her up and beat her!"

Qin Ye echoed: "Click it with a crystal ball, which will completely ruin her face!"

Jiang Yu nodded and walked away quickly.

After approaching the city, Jiang Yu slowed down and pretended to be an ordinary passerby to enter the city.

He was very alert all the way, and the Supreme Soul radiated to the maximum extent.

But no danger was sensed, and no ambush was found.

I kept waiting for him to enter the city smoothly.

He murmured in his heart: "Without ambush, can the people from Zhizhen Sect have been deceived into the wilderness by me?"

However, he was not sure until the news was confirmed.

He didn't dare to ask anyone for his actions at will, and maybe the other party's eyes were everywhere in the city.

As I walked, I arrived at the Happy Building again without realizing it.

Jiang Yu stopped.

He was thinking about whether to ask Xiang Wanning to help him again.

But after careful consideration, I gave up this idea.

On that day in Taixuan City, An Lingyi died inexplicably because she helped him once. Jiang Yu didn't want anyone to repeat her mistakes.

But the moment he turned around and left, a familiar voice came from his ears: "Since the young master is here, why don't you go in and sit down? I invite you to have a drink."

It was Xiang Wanning's voice.

Jiang Yu turned his head and stared at her strangely.

Xiang Wanning dressed in white clothes, just like the white snow in winter.

"Young Master, I have recently painted a new work. Are you interested in appraising it?"

When Jiang Yu heard this, he became even more confused.

Did she recognize herself again?

However, Jiang Yu still trusted Xiang Wanning. As he hesitated, Xiang Wanning pulled him in.

I came to the backyard, because it was not yet evening, so there were not many people.

Xiang Wanning took Jiang Yu to his villa.

"Miss."

The maids came out and looked surprised. Generally, at this time, the lady would not bring guests in.

"He is my friend, let's talk about the past, you are waiting outside the door, don't let others come in."

Xiang Wanning gave an order, and whispered a few more words in the ear of one of them. Out of politeness, Jiang Yu did not eavesdrop.

Entering the inner hall, Xiang Wanning knelt on the table and burned incense, then brought a pot of wine and poured a glass of Jiang Yu, but he had no intention of letting Jiang Yu appreciate the painting.

Jiang Yu stared into her eyes and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Xiang Wanning smiled: "I guessed it roughly. Except for the appearance that has changed, the rest are the same as that person."

Jiang Yu smiled helplessly and slowly showed his true face: "You are smart."

Xiang Wanning said: "I know that the young master is looking for the man named Xu Xian. Who doesn't know that Xu Xian is in Zijin City? I knew that the young master will definitely come back, maybe Wanning is still needed."

Jiang Yu picked up the wine glass and drank it all: "Miss Ning that night, I was straight to the point. Do you know the recent movements of the most true saint?"

"Of course..." Xiang Wanning said, "A few days ago, hundreds of people from Zhizhen Sect and the City Lord's Mansion left the city in a vast exodus. I don't think it's hard."

Jiang Yu nodded slightly, thinking that they should have gone to the wilderness and treacherous place.

He asked, "Has the Most True Saint been there?"

"I think all the disciples from the Zhen Sect have gone, after all, it is about the ultimate weapon."

"What about... Xu Xian?"

Jiang Yu was a little worried that Xu Xian's cultivation was too low, and if he was taken to the strange place, he would be in danger.

Xiang Wanning poured wine for Jiang Yu and said slowly: "Looking at the young master's expression, I think that Xu Xian should still be in the city lord's mansion."

"Why do you say that?"

"Young Master just wrote about my worries. Wan Ning guessed that the Xu Xian you were trying to save should have a low cultivation level. Apart from the disciples of Zhizhen Sect, there were no cultivators below the Soul Realm. Of course, this is just my guess. If you are in the city lord's mansion, you can tell if you try it."

"How to try?"

"The old man can use Yang Su again... The young master can use Yang Su that day, but still today."

"I'm afraid it won't be so easy to trick him out of the city."

Jiang Yu shook his head. Yang Su had been fooled once, so he would definitely not easily follow the strange woman out of the city. Moreover, Jiang Yu only had a crazy girl by his side.

"Young Master, I can help you lead Yang Su out of the city."

"Absolutely not possible!"

Jiang Yu flatly refused, "I can't put you in danger."

Xiang Wanning smiled indifferently: "Although Wanning was born in the dust, she also has a scorching heart. For the wilderness, Wanning can sacrifice her life."

She took the last painting and handed it to Jiang Yu: "This painting will be given to the young master."

The stroke is like a character, and the word "sacrifice" is to sacrifice one's life.
Chapter completed!