My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

The guard who came to investigate the situation first folded his hands and replied, "Miss Hui, when my subordinates arrived, they only saw the bodies of these guards, and did not see the figure of the seeker."

"Mu Tianyan, it was Mu Tianyan who killed this young master and these guards!"

Seeing that the guards he had brought in had died tragically, Wan Zihong roared in anger, "Apart from Mu Tianyan's breath, there is only the guard breath brought by this young master. Apart from him, there will be no one else!"

At this point, how could Wan Zihong still not understand that his guards were killed by Mu Tianyan!

At this moment, in addition to anger, he was also a little more terrified.

He was horrified by Mu Tianyan's strength, and at the same time he was a little afraid that Mu Tianyan would turn back and kill him.

Thinking of this, Wan Zihong had the urge to leave the secret realm immediately.

"Senior brother, your words are a bit arbitrary."

Meng Zixin did not agree with Wan Zihong's statement, "You are looking for the way with your fellow guards. It is normal to have the aura of a friend."

It would be strange if not.

"Furthermore, we don't know what happened here, so how can we know that these guards were killed by sectarians? Maybe sectarians are in deep danger now, but we don't know."

"Junior Sister, you..."

Meng Zixin's maintenance of Mu Tianyan undoubtedly made Wan Zihong even more angry.

However, before he could finish speaking, Meng Zixin interrupted him.

"Senior brother, what do you really want to do? Let's talk about it when you find a cultivator. If this is really done by a cultivator, I will also ask him to explain to you, brother."

As for what to explain, it will be discussed later.

Hearing this, the anger in Wan Zihong's heart subsided a little.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After Lu Zijia and Si Zijun came out of the cave, they went to a rocky mountain with steep terrain.

Whether it is the size of a fist, or two or three meters high, the stones in the stone mountain are very sharp and sharp, and many hearts may be scratched.

No, Si Zijun, who was not physically fit, accidentally scratched the back of his hand.

Looking at the cut wound on the back of his hand, Si Zijun took out a healing pill from the space ring without any hesitation.

In just a few breaths, the not-so-deep wound disappeared.

It was less than a kilometer away, and Si Zijun had already taken six Xuan-level healing medicine pills, and the wounds that were drawn were not deep or shallow.

If it is other cultivators, they basically don't care.

If you are more particular about it, you can just wrap it up at most, it is absolutely impossible to take medicine pills.

After all, even if it is a Xuan-level Healing Pill, the price is not cheap.

Therefore, if Si Zijun's actions were seen by other cultivators, he would definitely be scolded as a loser.

Even Lu Zijia, who has never been short of medicinal herbs, couldn't help but complain in his heart: A prodigal who doesn't understand the sufferings of the world!

But this medicinal pill is Si Zijun's own, even if he complains that the other party is a prodigal, Lu Zijia will not say it, and he will not point fingers at the other party.

They have nothing to do with each other after all, don't they?

At this moment, Jinta's excited voice came from Lu Zijia's mind, "Ouch! Master, I finally sensed the position of Boss Yan!"

"I feel it too!"

Overlord Mu Linghua, who was a second slower than Jinta, also said happily.