Uncle is Up

"Hi, brother Yi Nuan." Fu Ronghua obediently knelt on the ground with a flattering smile on his face.

Bei Yinuan pressed his chest and asked through gritted teeth, "How did you get here?"

Fu Ronghua smiled obediently: "Brother Yi Nuan, can you close the door before I answer you?"

Bei Yinuan subconsciously looked outside the door and saw a crowd of heads rushing out. No, it should be said that those people were not human.

The rotting corpse ran on the white jade stone steps, chasing a young boy.

Bei Yinuan was stunned. She stood up but did not tell Qi Ling to close the door. Instead, she ran to the door and stretched out her hand towards the young man.

Xu Mingyu was being chased by a group of corpses in a very embarrassed manner. He had an angry look on his face, but there was nothing he could do with the corpses behind him.

"come over!"

A familiar voice sounded in front of him. Xu Mingyu looked up and saw Bei Yinuan stretching out his jade-white hand towards him from behind the hall door that was opened a crack.

Xu Mingyu held the slightly cold palms without thinking.

Holding hands together, Bei Yinuan threw the person in with one force.

Bei Yinuan used too much force. After Xu Mingyu was thrown in, she had to hold her hand tightly to stand still.

"close the door."

The cold voice came out of her mouth, but it was not addressed to the two of them, but to the weapon spirit on top of the door.

The door closes moments before the dead body arrives.

A bang cut off the howling outside, and there were only three people and one weapon spirit left in the hall.

Xu Mingyu quickly let go of Bei Yinuan's hand and walked to the corner alone. He couldn't even say thank you to Bei Yinuan.

"How did you provoke those dead bodies?" Bei Yinuan shrugged his shoulders and twisted his sore neck, showing a strong look in his laziness.

Fu Ronghua didn't dare not answer, "I don't know either. I was already among the dead bodies when I was teleported here." Fu Ronghua looked frightened: "If I hadn't had some strength, I would have been chewed up long ago."

The corpses outside were not only unkillable, but also had cultivation levels above the Golden Core level. These corpses still retained their physical memories of their lives after death, and their swordsmanship and fighting experience were still there. He was forced to run away until there was nowhere to hide. At this time, Qi Ling opened the door and he was able to save his life.

"What about you?" Bei Yinuan glanced at Xu Mingyu with cold eyes.

"Brother Yi Nuan, this little brother is amazing." Fu Ronghua stood up and grinned: "He helped me when I fell into the pile of dead bodies, otherwise I would have no chance to stand in front of you."

"Are you embarrassed?" Bei Yinuan pointed at Xu Mingyu: "You, a monk who has been forming elixirs for so long, want a man who has just formed elixirs not long ago to save you."

Bei Yinuan's tone was filled with anger, and she didn't know what she was angry about.

Fu Ronghua said blankly: "It's not a shame. In the world of cultivation, strength is respected."

"Pfft~" Xu Mingyu leaned against the wall and laughed, with a helpless expression: "Uncle, your friend is not good~"

Xu Mingyu's yawning tone not only made Bei Yinuan want to hit someone, but Fu Ronghua was also upset.

"How can you say that, little friend? I have helped you no matter what, and you still talk to... eh?"

Fu Ronghua was astonished and pointed at the two of them: "Master uncle? Master nephew?"

"Are you Xu Mingyu?" Fu Ronghua's voice was high-spirited.

Xu Mingyu's seventeenth cultivation of elixirs has really given him a lot of prestige in the world of cultivation. Now when mentioning the golden elixir cultivators, everyone thinks of Xu Mingyu, who has replaced Bei Yinuan on the throne of the number one genius in cultivating immortals.

"Why, is the young master so famous?"

Xu Mingyu asked knowingly. He lifted the black hair from his chest to his back and raised the corner of his mouth in a scornful arc.

Bei Yinuan, however, ignored the two of them. Instead, he grabbed the jade flute with his spiritual energy and asked coldly: "What's going on with the dead bodies outside."

"I don't know, I really don't know." Qi Ling was helpless.

"Yo!" Fu Ronghua's attention was diverted: "There is a weapon spirit. This is a good treasure, brother Yi Nuan."

Xu Mingyu disagreed with Fu Ronghua's surprise. He frowned and asked Bei Yinuan: "What does this weapon spirit know?"

Bei Yinuan's eyes curved up in an evil way: "I know everything, but there is not a single truth in what I say."

"Zhenjun!" Qi Lin was shocked: "What I said before is all true! You have listened for so long and you still don't believe it?"

Bei Yinuan turned the flute, his eyes full of ridicule: "Yes, I... don't believe everything you say."

Fu Ronghua's eyes reflected the jade flute: "Is there anything weird here?"

Hearing this, Xu Mingyu sneered exactly like Bei Yinuan: "The problem is very big. I have read all the ancient books but I have never heard that the Ling Mansion can survive on its own after the death of the owner. What is even more suspicious is the guardianship of the Ling Mansion. spirit."

Xu Mingyu did not continue talking, but raised her eyes and looked at the smiling Bei Yinuan, then hummed proudly and sat down on the ground to chew on the elixir to restore her spiritual energy.

Fu Ronghua frowned and said solemnly: "No one has doubted this, but there are indeed people who can bring out the magic weapon left by the immortal from here..."

So even if they have doubts, no one will raise it. Everyone thinks about what if they are the lucky half of the people who survive.

Bei Yinuan thought more than Xu Mingyu, but she didn't say it clearly. She also had a purpose in participating in the Poseidon Festival, and there was exactly what she needed here.

And after arriving here, she had another purpose - she wanted to know whether this blue-light fairy was from other worlds like her.

"Open the door" Bei Yinuan ordered in a cold voice.

"No, Brother Yi Nuan!" Fu Ronghua stopped him: "There are dozens of dead bodies outside just from Yuan Ying, let alone those from Jin Dan."

Those dead bodies were probably the monks who died in the Spirit Mansion during the Poseidon Festival in previous years.

Bei Yinuan doesn't care about him. She doesn't want to hide here until the Poseidon Festival is over.

She threw the jade flute into the groove so suddenly.

Xu Mingyu immediately stood up and raised his sword to defend himself. He looked unhappy. His spiritual energy had only recovered a little, and it was enough for him to go out.

Fu Ronghua was shocked by Bei Yinuan's vigorous actions. Before he was ready, Bei Yinuan had already flown out through the crack in the door, followed closely by Xu Mingyu.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Fu Ronghua chased the two of them with a grimace.

There were still corpses outside that refused to leave. As soon as Bei Yinuan went out, he fought with a corpse holding a sword.

This corpse must have been a swordsman before he was alive, because the opponent's sword skills still contained sword intent.

The corpses around are not just as powerful as this sword cultivator corpse. Almost all of these corpses have maintained their skills and fighting experience in life.

After only two fights, Bei Yinuan knew why Xu Mingyu, a powerful swordsman thief, was still being chased and beaten. If it were her, she wouldn't be able to fight such a large group of Jindan Nascent Soul monks for so long.

Xu Mingyu was not far behind Bei Yinuan. Fu Ronghua was in the same circle as her, so he probably felt safer being close to her.

Bei Yinuan used the true fire of the sun to drive away a lot of dead bodies that were fighting Xu Mingyu. The golden long sword in her hand turned into a spiritual whip and made Xu Mingyu tired: "My nephew, I know you are powerful, but we should retreat."