Meng Xingping was a little strange. He looked at Yang Xuan and said, "who is it?"


    Yang Xuan didn''t beat around the Bush and said directly, "the one in the prison."


    Meng Xingping immediately understood who he was talking about.


    "Steal handsome?" Meng Xingping''s face showed surprise: "what do you want him to do?"


    Yang Xuan said, "I''m looking for an ore. he may have seen this ore. I want him to help me."


    Meng Xingping nodded and said, "it''s really appropriate to use him to find ore, but do you know who locked him in?"


    Yang Xuan had an answer to this question: "your sect leader?"


    "Yes." Meng Xingping looked embarrassed. "If I change someone, no matter who it is, I can decide, but I''m afraid I can''t do it alone."


    Yang Xuan is a little disappointed. In the current situation, it may be only this for the robber commander to know where the Lingshi is. If the Juling sect doesn''t let people go, he is really a little helpless.


    "This person is very important to the leader. I really can''t help you." Meng Xingping apologized. He was sorry that he couldn''t help Yang Xuan.


    Yang Xuan had no choice but to hold his fist: "it doesn''t hurt. I''ll try again."


    After talking, he looked at Meng Qingqing again and smiled: "eat less, this time it''s really gone."


    "I see!" Meng Qingqing said.


    Yang Xuan didn''t leave julingzong for the time being. He didn''t give up his plan. Stealing handsome is his last hope. How can he give up?


    The battle broke out again, and Biyun sect launched a new round of offensive against Juling sect.


    Yang Xuanyuan watched from afar. There were two sects fighting all over the mountains and fields. In the sky, there were countless Guanghua fighting fiercely.


    Never die!


    This level of fighting can no longer be described as tragic. It seems that the two factions are ready to be broken rather than broken.


    Yang Xuan sighed. The struggle between people can''t disappear in any world. It may be for interests or hatred. In short, where there are people, there are Jianghu. That''s right.


    "Yang Xuan, what are you thinking?" Meng Qingqing came. She looked at Yang Xuan and smiled.


    Yang Xuan stared at her: "I really don''t have it here. You''ve eaten it all."


    Meng Qingqing turned his eyes and said, "who asked you for snacks? What do you think this is?"


    As he spoke, his palm turned, and there was a dark key in his palm.


    Yang Xuan was stunned. He had seen the key. It was the key to the gas lock.


    "You..." Yang Xuan looked at Meng Qingqing in surprise.


    "I stole it from the dead old man. How about praising me, praising me." Meng Qingqing looked proud, like a little girl who had scored a hundred points in the exam and proudly asked for credit in front of her parents.


    Yang Xuanqi said strangely, "can you steal something from Meng Changlao?"


    What is Meng Qingqing''s accomplishment? What is Meng Xingping''s cultivation? It''s impossible to say that Meng Qingqing can steal something from Meng Xingping and happens to be the key to the gas lock.


    "He put the key in the box, and then fought, and I stole it." Meng Qingqing wrinkled her nose and seemed dissatisfied with Yang Xuan''s disbelief.


    A bitter smile appeared on Yang Xuan''s face. He understood.


    Meng Xingping did it on purpose. He clearly didn''t want to help Yang Xuan. He had to shirk his responsibility in this way and let Meng Qingqing give Yang Xuan the key.


    "Do you want it? If not, I''ll take it back." Meng Qingqing said discontentedly.


    "Yes, not a puppy." Yang Xuan sighed. Meng Xingping accepted the feeling.


    Who knows, Meng Qingqing took back the key again. He turned his eyes and said, "you haven''t praised me yet."


    Yang Xuan said helplessly, "Qingqing is too powerful. I admire it."


    Meng Qingqing happily threw the key to Yang Xuan, and then jumped away: "fight."


    "Be careful, will you take huitiandan with you?" Yang Xuan asked behind her.


    "Take it, take it, you''re as wordy as a dead old man." Meng Qingqing didn''t go back.


    Yang Xuan wanted to laugh. Meng Qingqing''s mind was like a child. He was very innocent.


    Looking at the key in his hand, he pondered a little and disappeared in place.


    It''s not too late, but it''s too late.


    "Young man, can you help me put this load of firewood on my shoulder?"


    Just after walking for a while, before he was close to the prison, he saw an old man in sackcloth struggling to pick up a load of bound firewood.


    But the bundle of firewood was so big that he tried several times and couldn''t lift it to his shoulder.


    Yang Xuan is not surprised. There are some mortals in the Juling sect who are responsible for doing some chores, such as carrying water and cutting firewood.


    However, most of these people are young people. They are included in the outer gate and can also practice martial arts. If they have good talent and succeed in martial arts, they can be included in the inner gate and become inner disciples.


    It''s nothing strange, but the old man is too old. His white beard almost hangs down to his chest. Is he an external disciple?


    When Yang Xuan''s mind was swept away, it was indeed a physical foetus with a loss of both qi and blood.


    Yang Xuan picked up the firewood and asked, "where is the old man going?"


    "Back, ah, this man is useless when he is old. If I were young, don''t say one load of firewood, even ten loads of firewood, I could resist." the old man sighed.


    Blow it, you!


    Yang Xuan looked at him and didn''t put the firewood on the old man''s shoulder. Instead, he directly carried it to the backyard the old man said. He was afraid that the load of firewood would directly press the old man down.


    "Hey, thank you, young man. There are few polite young men like you now."


    Yang Xuan smiled. It was the first time that he was praised as polite. This feeling was quite fresh.


    "Alas, the old woman left early. Otherwise, she could have a helper. She wouldn''t be able to do anything like this. Alas."


    In the old man''s sigh, Yang Xuan had walked into the backyard, put the firewood on the firewood, clapped his hands and said, "old man, let''s go!"


    "Oh, thank you, young man. Have a cup of tea," said the old man, bringing out a chipped porcelain bowl from the dilapidated hut, which was steaming hot.


    Yang Xuan was not polite either. He took the tea bowl and drank it all at once.


    A stream of heat flows into my stomach. To tell the truth, the taste of this tea is really not good. It seems that I picked a few leaves on the tree and cooked them casually. There is an unspeakable bitterness,


    "Thanks, old man, let''s go!" Yang Xuan waved his hand.


    "Hmm!" the old man looked at him with a smile and didn''t move.


    Back in the prison, the robber Shuai was still like that, half lying on the stone bed.


    When Yang Xuan appeared, he got up from the bed and hurriedly said, "how''s it going? How''s it going?"


    Yang xuanyang raised the dark key in his hand and said, "are you sure you can find what I want?"


    Robber Shuai looked at the key and his eyes glowed: "if you can''t find me, I''m bastard."


    Yang Xuan looked at him and always felt that there was a problem with the robber, but he had no choice now and could only trust him for the time being.


    The ballast lock was opened and slid to the ground.


    Yang Xuan thought for a moment. His fingers moved slightly. He put the gas lock and key into the storage ring.


    A huge momentum emanated from bandit Shuai and climbed steadily.


    Robber Shuai just wanted to raise his head and laugh. Yang Xuan said coldly, "you still want to be caught, don''t you?"


    The robber Shuai''s voice suddenly stopped, held back in his stomach, and smiled for a long time: "it''s not happy. Well, let''s go."


    With that, he suddenly disappeared in place.


    In a dense forest about thirty or forty miles away from Juling mountain, two people emerged from the soil. It was Yang Xuan and bandit Shuai.


    As soon as he came out, bandit Shuai looked up and laughed: "I''m bandit Shuai back again. Xiaohong and Xiaocui, you''re waiting for me, ha ha."


    Yang Xuan ignored him. After being locked up for a long time, his spirit will always be a little different from that of ordinary people, not to mention that the thief Shuai''s spirit is not normal.


    "Where is the thing I''m looking for?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked.


    Lao Tzu took a look at him and disdained: "wait till Lao Tzu is free, then I''ll take you to find it. Now I want to go to Xiao Hong to release the essence doll."


    Yang Xuan looked at him expressionless and suddenly asked, "how long have you been locked up in Juling sect?"


    The robber Shuai was stunned and said, "it''s been thirty or forty years. Why do you ask?"


    Yang Xuan sneered and said, "for thirty or forty years, what do you think Xiaohong and Xiaocui look like now?"


    Bandit Shuai was stunned. The two human faces in his memory were replaced by two old faces with vertical and horizontal gullies.


    "Dog bastard giant spirit sect, you wait for me..." the robber commander who responded said angrily, "if you don''t compensate me for my two beauties, I''ll dig down your giant spirit mountain."


    Yang Xuan was a little speechless. He doubted whether the bandit commander had a real brain problem. The starting point of seeking revenge was indeed a little unexpected.


    "Now you can take me to find something." Yang Xuan asked expressionless.


    "It''s said that when I''m free, I''ll beat you. Although you saved me, you''ll still become a pig head three." bandit Shuai said impatiently.


    Yang Xuan smiled, turned the mountain and took a picture of him directly.