We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

Daxia Dynasty, adjacent to Dazhou.

At the speed of the Nine Dragons Golden Carriage, it took only three days to reach the border of Daxia.

Along the way, Ling Xiao settled Ye Qingchan and Ning'er in the realm.

And the way of wind is complete, it can be regarded as a means of life-saving.

The two paths of wind and thunder are complete, and it is hard to say whether they can beat the god emperor.

But there are wind and thunder god wings. In terms of the speed of escape, Ling Xiao is not targeting anyone. Everyone in the Holy State is garbage.

And the Nine Dragons Prisoner's Array was also placed in the domain by him.

With two spiritual veins as the eyes of the formation, a large formation can be activated, which can shake the god emperor.

If he takes the nine meridians as his eyes, even if the power of heaven and earth has not yet been developed in the realm, Ling Xiao is sure that he can use this ancient strange formation to trap and kill the people of the god emperor.

"Brother, where are we going now?"

On the border of Daxia, in a small dilapidated city.

The three of Ling Xiao sat at a tea stall on the street, drank tea and ate some snacks.

Ye Qingchan held her cheeks with both hands, and looked at the young man in front of her with her eyes tenderly.

These few days are the happiest time of her life.

It was just inexplicable, she always had a feeling that the day she left Ling Xiao seemed... not far away.

"Daxia Palace!"

Ling Xiao took a sip of his tea, but just as he turned his head, he saw a young man in a cloth swiping past his eyes.

The tea that he had just drank in his mouth was sprayed out instantly.

"Son! What's the matter with you?"

Ye Qingchan's eyes were bright and clear, and the power of the Tao spread around her body.

The entire ancient street was instantly chilled, and if it wasn't for the middle of winter at this time, it would have caused panic among the people.

"No...it's okay..."

Ling Xiao shook his head, raised his hand and patted Ning'er's little head, "Is Ning'er full? When you're full, go back to the Heavenly Palace with Sister Qingchan to rest?"

"it is good!"

Ning'er nodded obediently, while Ye Qingchan just glanced suspiciously at the young man at the end of the street.

How can someone... Xuanqing get into the eyes of the young master?

Of course, even after following Ling Xiao for a long time, Ye Qingchan couldn't guess what was luck and what was system.

Therefore, in her eyes, the son is mysterious, mighty, impermanent, and loves her.

It wasn't until the two disappeared in place that Ling Xiao raised his foot and chased in the direction the young man had left.

Just now, he seems to have seen that two thousand fortunes flashed past his eyes... in a flash?

It is indeed a troubled world! !

Tianjiao came out in large numbers, and the sons of destiny are all wandering the streets?

and! !

The most important thing is that the son of destiny has only the cultivation base of the early Xuanqing period! !

Moreover, judging from his age, it was obviously over twenty years old.

how can that be?

In the land of this holy state, as long as there is a little bit of luck, which evildoer is not opening up a soul palace and making a breakthrough?

Although this young man's luck is not as exaggerated as Ling Tian and others, it is also similar to Su Yan and others.

But how could his level be so low?

Another rubbish rise?

Not like ah!

In this small town on the border, there is not even a decent family of cultivation, where is the ruined ancient clan?

He left, whose template is he?

But... what about him?

All the leeks are delivered to the door, how can there be a gift that is not cut?

Do you think I really want to eat leeks?

If it weren't for its miraculous effects...

Thinking of Nian Qingyun, Ye Qingchan, Su Yan, Lin Meng...

Hiss!

Eat or eat! Eat hard! ! !

Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was in front of a pharmacy in the city.

And the young man in plain clothes had two big bags of medicinal herbs in his hands, and walked out of it in a panic, almost crashing into Ling Xiao's arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Young master... I'm sorry..."

His eyes were very clear, and there was a simple apology on his face.

"It's okay."

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, but the young man bowed and saluted, dashing towards the outside of the city.

"Your surname?"

Ling Xiao walked into the pharmacy and asked casually.

"My surname is Xun."

"Oh? Lavender smoke?"

"Zhao Qian smokes Li's smoke!"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, and looked at a little lady in her forties with a charming look in front of her with playful eyes.

My surname is Bie, don't Longma's Bie!

"What's the name of that young man just now?"

"He! His name is Han Zhan, and he is a disciple of Wen Xianzong outside the city."

The proprietress smiled charmingly as she lowered her head and fiddled with the abacus.

"What medicine did he catch?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, shivering?

I he... still shivering.

Dirty and ugly, worthy of being the standard of the Son of Destiny.

"This... son... our pharmacy has principles and cannot be arbitrary..."

"clang."

"Hehehe, of course, a person who cares for the world like Young Master looks like a chivalrous man of the righteous way. Does Young Master see that Han Zhan is pitiful? Yes, he is indeed pitiful..."

The proprietress put away a spirit stone that fell from the case, and her eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance.

"Talk about the point."

Ling Xiao calmly

With the words, Lady Charm instantly felt a chill all over her body, and beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, almost falling to the ground.

"The master of Han Zhan is said to be a great cultivator, but he was severely injured in a fight with others before, so he could only use medicine to continue his life. This Han Zhan originally had a senior sister who used to go down the mountain to get medicine. Yes, but his senior sister suddenly disappeared a while ago, so he has been going down the mountain to buy medicine for the past six months."

"Oh? This routine sounds familiar."

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, no wonder... This Han station's cultivation base is so weak.

It turns out that it is not the rise of waste wood!

"His master has a weird temper. He often beats and scolds Han Zhan. Today is better. Every time I saw him before, there were bruises all over his face... Hey... I guess his senior sister probably couldn't stand the torture and ran away."

The proprietress of the drugstore shook her head slightly, and when she looked up again, there was no figure of the young man in white.

"Ah!! Ghost!! No... it should be an immortal..."

Here, Ling Xiao left the pharmacy, walked out of the ancient city, and walked along the mountain path towards a barren mountain in the distance.

From a distance, he saw the dilapidated ancient temple on the top of the mountain.

Presumably here, it should be the questioning fairy sect in the mouth of the drugstore owner.

"Master is a late Xuanqing, and apprentice is a Xuanqing early? It seems... this leek is almost mature. If you don't cut it, you will not be able to cut it."

Ling Xiao gave a gloomy smile. According to his understanding, the senior sister in Han Zhan was probably... a medicine or a puppet by his master.

Now the two masters and apprentices are afraid that they are on the verge of turning their faces.

And what he has to do is naturally... help them pierce this thin layer of paper, attack his Dao Heart, plunder his luck, and then...

Hey hey hey.

With Ling Xiao's current cultivation level, let alone two Xuanqing people, they are ordinary god emperors, and they may not be able to detect his breath.

Therefore, this question of Xianzong is not like the back garden of his own home.

As Ling Xiao's consciousness dissipated, he could easily sense the wing where Master Han Zhan was.

And whether it is a puppet or refining medicine, I am afraid that it is the senior sister of Han Zhan, and it must be in the hands of his master.

Of course, since this Han Zhan is the son of destiny, I am afraid that he is the medicine that can really help him get rid of his illness in the eyes of his disabled master.

so…

Ling Xiao stood outside the door, looking through the window at one of the dying old men lying on the bed, and a head soaked in a mud jar beside the bed.

Knew it! !

Mortal flow, a bit interesting.