The little apprentice sister is extremely talented, but she is not virtuous.

Chapter 153: Dragon Temple? What the hell is that? I've never heard of it.

"What!?"

Upon hearing that several people had actually gone to the ancient battlefield, Liu Wuji was so frightened that he almost fainted.

He didn't care about his own injuries and tried to struggle out of the medicine barrel, but was easily pushed back by the White Lotus Saint again.

"Don't stop me! That ancient battlefield is extremely dangerous. I must go and bring them back..."

"That's enough!" Saint Lady White Lotus shouted angrily, "Without the nourishment of this spiritual fluid, you will die within seven days in your current state! What can you bring them back with?"

Seeing that he stopped struggling, Saint Bai Lian softened her tone: "I know you are worried about their safety, and so am I. The current situation is that they have been gone for several days, I am afraid..."

"No, it'll be fine."

Liu Wuji, who had calmed down, had an unusually firm look in his eyes. He pondered for a moment and said, "Junior sister, please get me some paper and pen."

"You're thinking……"

"Ah~" Liu Wuji sighed helplessly, "There's nothing I can do. I can only ask my old friend for help. Can't I worry less about these kids?"

The ancient battlefield, can you just go there whenever you want?

Don’t even bother discussing it with me, your master!

At this point, perhaps only he can help me bring back those traitors! I hope it's not too late!

Liu Wuji took the white paper handed over by the White Lotus Saint, bit his finger, wrote a letter, and handed it over with a jade pendant that he usually hung around his waist.

He also instructed: "You must deliver these two things to him in the shortest possible time! Remember, remember!"

"I understand!" Saint Bai Lian nodded, turned around and quickly left Tianchi Peak.

*

Half a day later, a drunken, unshaven man in a green shirt appeared outside the space crack, staggering with a flying sword under his feet.

He carried a huge iron gourd on his back and a rusty sword hung at his waist.

At first glance, he looks like a middle-aged, down-and-out uncle.

"Hiccup~"

The man burped for a long time, half-opened his eyes and glanced at the long sword at his waist, muttering to himself, "I haven't used it for many years, I don't know if my sword is still sharp?"

He turned his head to look at Yan Yuan who was guarding the entrance and grinned: "What a beautiful white kite, I'll raise one when I have time, hiccup~"

After saying that, the man dived into the crack.

Who is this person?

Yan Yuan was very confused.

She did not detect any fluctuation of spiritual power from this person, as if the other person was just an ordinary human being.

But the pressure that he inadvertently revealed made people feel fearful.

Could it be that some hidden powerful person has come out?

What is he going to do in the ancient battlefield?

Never mind, no matter who does what, it has nothing to do with me.

Yan Yuan didn't think about it anymore. She just hoped that Chi Yu and the others could return safely.

……

In the ancient battlefield.

"Qinglong, you have become stronger again!"

The person who spoke was a white-haired young man. He was Chi Yu's old acquaintance, Ye Chen, the great genius.

Directly in front of him stood three men and one woman.

They are the four great guards of the Dragon Temple: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise.

This is also the strongest lineup under Ye Chen at present, and each of them has a cultivation level above the fifth level of Nascent Soul.

Qinglong, the most powerful one, has already reached the ninth level of Nascent Soul.

"Thank you, Dragon King!"

Qinglong smiled faintly, stepped on the corpses of the monsters under his feet and said, "The strength of these demonized monsters has increased by more than ten times. This is only in the periphery. The central area may be even more difficult to deal with..."

Baihu was tall, like a small mountain. He looked straight ahead and said in a deep voice, "No one can stop the progress of our Dragon God Temple!"

"Hehe~" Xuanwu was an old man with a wretched face and a thin body. He turned his head to look at the expressionless Suzaku and said with a wicked smile, "Sister Suzaku, I heard that your mission failed a few days ago..."

"What does it have to do with you?" Zhuque opened her red lips and looked at the other person with deep disgust in her eyes.

In the entire Dragon Temple, the one she hated the most was Xuanwu.

Being ugly is only one aspect; the main thing is that he wants to be beautiful.

"Of course it has something to do with me! You are my goddess!"

Xuanwu licked his cracked lips, his neck shrank, his body became more hunched, and his image became more wretched. "Don't worry, when we get out of here, I will personally avenge you! The premise is..."

At this point, his eyes swept across Suzaku's chest and he swallowed his saliva, "You have to agree to practice dual cultivation with me, and I will offer you my chastity that I have treasured for hundreds of years..."

"You're daydreaming!" Zhuque knew that he was up to no good, so he glanced at him coldly and ignored him.

Baihu smiled naively: "Suzaku, Xuanwu has deep feelings for you, which have not changed over the years. You should not always have such a cold attitude and keep people at a distance..."

"Enough!" Ye Chen shouted, "I asked you to come here to do something for me! I didn't ask you to matchmake people here!"

As the Dragon King, in Ye Chen's view, everything in the Dragon Temple belongs to him alone.

The Vermillion Bird is naturally among them.

Ye Chen also hinted to Zhuque that he wanted to practice sweet cultivation with him and cultivate the great Dao together.

However, this woman pretended to be deaf and dumb every time, which made Ye Chen quite dissatisfied.

This is also the main reason why Ye Chen ruthlessly cut off one of her fingers when her mission failed.

Ye Chen just wanted to let her understand what the majesty of the Dragon King is!

The power of the king is irreversible!

Seeing Ye Chen getting angry, Baihu lowered his head quickly: "Dragon King, calm down, I was just joking!"

"What nonsense!" Ye Chen waved his hand impatiently, "Open the way ahead! Don't forget the purpose of this trip!"

"Yes!"

*

Ye Chen and his gang were killing people in the front, but because of the cover of wind and snow and the fact that they could not release their spiritual sense in this place, they were completely unaware that there was a small tail behind them.

"It turns out to be him!"

Looking at the white-haired young man who was directing several people to work like a landlord, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Chi Yu's eyes.

"Little Potato, do you know them?"

Facing the eldest brother's question, Chi Yu replied calmly: "Old acquaintance."

I added silently in my heart: We are so familiar with each other that we both want to kill each other.

Yue Shuang caught the flash of murderous intent in Chi Yu's eyes, pursed her lips and said, "Those guys next to him don't look easy to deal with!"

Indeed, those guys all have the cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul stage.

In addition, Ye Chen himself is quite powerful, so it is naturally not that easy to deal with them.

"It's okay. The purpose of our trip is not to kill people."

Revenge and the like can wait until later.

The most urgent task is to find the Ice Soul Crystal, after all, time is limited.

*

Just keep a safe distance from Ye Chen and his group and follow them all the way.

Half a day later, under the leadership of Ye Chen, they arrived at a ruined ice and snow palace.

At this moment, the sound of fighting was faintly heard in the palace, and Ye Chen immediately ordered Qinglong to go and check it out.

Inside the palace, the corpse of a gigantic demon ape lay on the ground, its blood already coagulated.

In the corner, a thin-faced man was leaning on a spear, with his back against a pillar and his eyes closed, regulating his breathing.

Judging from the bloodstains on his body, the demon ape was killed by him.

"Who are you? And why are you here?" Qinglong stepped forward and asked coldly.

The man glanced at him sideways and replied impatiently: "None of your business!"

"How dare you!" This attitude instantly angered Qinglong, who pointed at his face and asked, "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?"

"I know, I know!"

The man stood up while he was talking, raised his hands, and said with a chuckle, "Aren't you my long-lost son? Why don't you come up and kowtow to me when you see me? You are so unfilial!"

"Asshole! How dare you insult me! You're looking for death!" Qinglong was furious and stepped forward to kill him, but was stopped by Ye Chen.

He looked at the man opposite him calmly: "Friend, I am from the Dragon Temple..."

"What the hell?" Before he could even name it, the guy scratched his ears and said with disdain, "I've never heard of it. Is it famous?"

This attitude made Ye Chen's face fall instantly.

He looked at the other party with a sinister look on his face: "Your Excellency is so disrespectful to me that you don't take my Dragon Temple seriously! Do you dare to tell me your name?"

The man stretched himself, raised his chin, and slowly replied a few words: "Yunxi Sect, Zhai Lei."