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Since he could not use Taotie, Xiu's condition was not suitable for battle. After all, his soul and physical body had only just merged and he was not able to reach the level of being completely one. Although dealing with a few practitioners was no problem, but facing Martial Spirit ?

Mu Xiaoling was not willing to let Xiu take the risk.

Then... He could only use her face.

Mu Xiaoling raised her hand and caressed the scar on her left cheek.

Huang Guang is so lustful, but she has a beautiful face ?

Since he had already decided, after Mu Xiaoling returned to her room, he took out the bottle of Three Transformations Golden Essence Pill.

This pill was only the size of a fingernail. It was snow-white and carried the scent of a flower, which was exceptionally pleasing to the nose.

She made maid get half a bowl of clear water and put the pill into the water.

There was a splash in the water, as if the water was boiling. The pill melted completely and gradually calmed down. The inside of the bowl was no longer water, but a kind of snow-white paste.

Mu Xiaoling looked at the copper mirror, and slowly smeared the ointment on the scar on her left cheek. The curved scar instantly changed color, turning white to the point that it wasn't ugly anymore.

Three days in a row, the paste on her face never broke. Three days later, she sat in front of the bronze mirror again and tore off the scar, revealing her tender white baby-like skin. It was just too tender, slightly inferior to the skin next to her, but it wasn't serious.

When Mu Xiaoling appeared in front of them again, everyone was stunned.

The girl in front of him swayed slightly, curving her body slightly. Her hair was combed into a tall ponytail, revealing her delicate and beautiful face. Her palm-sized face seemed to have the features of a sculpture, causing everyone to stare blankly.

The Meng Family disciple drooled, and one of them said in shock, "Oh my god, have I seen a fairy?"

"Don't insult that lady. A fairy can't even compare to a strand of hair on her head ?"

"Anyway, I've never seen a fairy before, but I feel that this girl is too handsome. I wonder whose girl she is?"

"..."

After everyone recovered from their shock, they began to discuss amongst themselves.

Meng Yifan coincidentally happened to pass by and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you guys, did you see a ghost?" As he said that, his foot slipped and he fell flat on the ground. He stared at the young lady before him with wide eyes as he timidly asked, "Miss, who are you? Have you gotten married before? Let's see how I am ?"

"Meng Yifan, it's been three days and you don't even know who I am?" Mu Xiaoling faintly smiled, her red lips slightly raised, causing everyone's heart to tremble yet again.

When Meng Yifan heard this voice, he was so shocked that his eyes widened. Lady Mu?! "

"It's me." Mu Xiaoling nodded.

"You ? "You ?" Meng Yifan was about to stumble over his words, he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his mouth, "How did you become so beautiful?"

Mu Xiaoling did not bother with the question, and asked instead: "Has the Shen Family left yet?"

When it came to proper business, Meng Yifan's expression immediately changed. He crawled up from the ground to remove the dust on his body: "We're already preparing to leave, our people are lying in ambush outside the ten li slope outside of the city. I've come to find you to talk about this."

Mu Xiaoling nodded: "Let's go."

There was a tea shop ten miles away from the city. There were only four pieces of wood supporting the roof of the tea house. Six shabby square wooden tables were placed in the tea house, and around each wooden table was a bench.

The owner of the tea house was a middle-aged man. He was dark and thin, and only sold cold tea and simple food. Although it was simple, his business was excellent because of his geographical location.

Warriors, caravans, officials and others who travelled alone, regardless of where they came from, as long as they wanted to leave the city or go to the city, they would have to pass by here. It would be best if they came in to rest and eat something, so it would be strange if this business was not good.

It was still the same today. Even though it was not noon yet, the six tables were already full. There were still many tables that did not have seats. Some of them took their tea and went outside to find a place to sit down and drink.

There was only one exception among the six tables. There sat a young girl wearing a white gauze dress and a hat with a white veil falling on her head. The veil fell all the way down to her chest, covering her face.

He was Mu Xiaoling.

She and Meng Yifan took a shortcut and arrived at the ten mile slope, then sat here and waited for news.

"You guys don't know, I just came in from outside. I heard that a few days ago, those dog things in Demon really welcomed a Demon Elder and claimed that he was some kind of Demon Sovereign Wuyuan that unified the world 500 years ago. Now, he is gathering all the Demon s and Devil Dao disciples from all over the country.

When Mu Xiaoling heard the name of the Demon Sovereign Wuyuan, her drinking stopped slightly, and she slowly put down the teacup.

Xiao Yu... Did he really go back?

Someone disagreed with the red-faced man's words. A tall man who was thin like a bamboo pole jumped out and mocked, "What you're saying is hilarious. Although cultivating martial arts can increase one's lifespan by 20 to 30 years, 500 years ago? Why didn't you say that your wife came a thousand years ago? "

An old man let out a cold snort. "That's because you are ignorant and ill-informed. I've heard that once you reach the War God level, your life will be longer than the heavens and the earth."

The bamboo shoot man retorted, "That's just the contents of the book. You still believe it? You must be getting old." Let me ask you all, how many realms will I need to reach after cultivating Martial Spirit? "

This was a martial arts world where even the higher-up martial arts skills were incomplete, not to mention those records. Even if there was a capable person, they would either hide behind the scenes or disappear. No one knew what was going on.

The red-faced man laughed, "Don't think so much. Since we are all drunk today, it doesn't matter if he lives or dies tomorrow. Since fate has brought us together, we shall drink a cup of tea in place of wine!"

"Forthright, cheers!"

Everyone lifted their bowls and drank their cups of tea before shifting the topic to another topic.

In short, there was nothing useful about it. Mu Xiaoling withdrew her mind and calmly waited.

An hour later, a small group of people passed by the tea house, led by Huang Guang.

Other than Huang Guang, there were more than ten people following them. There were two martial masters and the rest were all warriors.

These people were dispirited, the moment they saw the teahouse, two warriors immediately came in and began to kick them out: "Scram, get lost in Shen Family, the rest get lost, if you're too late, I'll kill you!"

As the saying goes, a strong dragon won't crush a snake on the ground. Even though everyone was dissatisfied with the result, they still carried their things out of the tea house and found a quiet place.