After Zhang Xuan and Quan Dingding escaped, they finally arrived at a safe place.

The old woman followed the two of them with a girl, not lost in the fog.

"Huh, okay, it's safe here, that old guy can't catch up for the time being."

Quan Ding Ding breathed a sigh of relief, and then gave a gift to the girl, "Amitabha, I saw that the donor's blood was surging, and I might have suffered internal injuries. I asked the female donor to sit cross-legged and take off her clothes. I will heal the donor's injuries."

"Thank you, monk, we are just a little tired."

The old woman replied in the place of the girl.

Anyone could tell that Quan Dingding's wretched look was not a serious monk, but because Quan Dingding helped them just now, the old woman didn't say much.

Quan Dingding looked like a monk, staring at the girl, and she almost drooled.

Zhang Xuan was not interested in the beautiful girl in front of him. He asked, "Why did Yang Xingxia ambush you?

Are you also the inheritor?”

When the old woman heard Zhang Xuan ask about the three words "Inheritor" from her mouth, she immediately became a little more alert in her eyes.

Instead, the girl nodded and said: "Yes."

The old woman wanted to stop her again, but it was too late. She was closer to the girl in order to prevent anything from happening at any time.

“No wonder.”

Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes, "You just called out Yang Xingxia's name, have you known each other long ago?"

The girl nodded and shook her head again, "It's not that she knows, but that the name Yang Xingxia has spread among all the inheritors. The inheritors have certain special characteristics, but everyone gets along well with each other. Until Yang Xingxia's appearance, he aimed to devour others' inheritance. In just a few months, there were two inheritors who died in Yang Xingxia's hands. He searched for information about the inheritor and predated in the posture of a hunter. There is no inheritor now. I don't know that Yang Xingxia has destroyed the peace between the entire inheritors. Now no one doesn't want him to die, but his Taoist protector is really amazing."

Zhang Xuan snorted coldly, "I will kill him sooner or later!"

The girl tilted her head and looked at Zhang Xuan with curiosity, "You want to kill Yang Xingxia, are you also the inheritor?

I've never heard of you."

Zhang Xuan shook his head and slowly took off his top.

"Hey, brother! You can't do this! I fell in love with this female donor first. You can't do such a thing. You don't know the other person's name yet. Get dressed quickly!"

Quan Ding rushes over with his teeth and claws, trying to put Zhang Xuan's top on again.

Zhang Xuan's strong upper body was imprinted in the girl's eyes.

The girl's pretty face turned red.

Zhang Xuan pointed to the wound on his abdomen, "Since you are inheritors, you should be able to sense it. My wound is related to the sword in Yang Xingxia's hand."

Quan Dingding breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zhang Xuan say this, "Brother, I just look at the injury. Didn't you say it earlier? I thought you were going to transform."

The old woman looked at Zhang Xuan’s abdomen and nodded silently, “Indeed, this wound was caused by the sharp sword energy, just like the injuries caused by the Xixia sword technique.”

Zhang Xuan put on his clothes again. He didn't want to prove anything. He just felt the old woman's hostility. This approach was just to relieve the other party. Zhang Xuan didn't know much about the inheritor. He just heard the girl and realized that there was another group of inheritors, and this group wanted to get rid of Yang Xingxia quickly.

The enemy is a friend. Zhang Xuan knows the strength of Yang Shou Tomb, and also knows that with his current strength, it is difficult to kill Yang Xingxia in front of Yang Shou Tomb. These inheritors will become good help.

When Zhang Xuan finished all this, the old woman's vigilance was indeed relieved a lot.

The girl's red face also became normal, and she told Zhang Xuan his name.

The girl's surname is Wei, with a single name, Lan. The Wei family inheritance is not famous. She belongs to a small inheritance line and does not even have her own ancestral land. All inheritances are revolving over generations. The ancestor of Wei Lan was brave and good at fighting. She once had a heroic record of leading the army to defeat 300,000 enemies, but she could not be named in history. Without great achievements, she would not be qualified to establish a ancestral land.

The Wei family's inheritance has caused the heroic spirits to be unable to sleep, and generations have collapsed, so that now, the Wei family's heroic spirits have no hope of awakening.

Wei Lan told Zhang Xuan that now, except for Xixia, Loulan, or the top inheritance, almost all the other inheritors are at this point. Time has passed too long. Even if the top inheritance of Xixia is like this, the heroic spirits have fallen into a deep sleep. Yang Xingxia can only rely on devouring other heroic spirits to strengthen himself and achieve the awakening of the heroic spirits one day.

This time, many inheritors gathered in the Loulan ancestral land, not because they had any ideas about the Loulan ancestral land. They knew very well that it was impossible to devour Loulan's inheritance with their own inheritance energy. They came this time just to find a shelter, otherwise, their inheritors would sooner or later be swallowed by Yang Xingxia.

Zhang Xuan roughly learned some questions about the inheritor's power from Wei Lan's mouth, and Wei Lan also knew Zhang Xuan's name.

"Then what are your plans now?"

Zhang Xuan asked.

"We are planning to unite and vote for Loulan together, but when we open the formation in the Loulan ancestral land, we are all separated."

A trace of sadness appeared on Wei Lan's face, "These mists can stop us, but they can't stop Yang Xingxia at all. Five people came to our Wei family, but now, there are only two of us left. The other three people are all dead under Yang Xingxia's sword. We got some secret signs on the road, and the other inheritors were also attacked by Yang Xingxia. I don't know what's going on now. Everyone can only gather together first and then find a way. Otherwise, if this continues, they will probably be completely swallowed by Yang Xingxia before we enter the Loulan ancestral land."

Zhang Xuan’s eyes were puzzled, “Where are you going to meet up?”

Wei Lan replied: "A senior left a mark. We just need to follow the mark and keep walking. The specific meeting place is, I don't know now. Brother Zhang, if you have a grudge with Yang Xingxia, you can go to the meeting point with us. Let's discuss how to deal with Yang Xingxia."

Zhang Xuan nodded and then said, "Let's go, I'll go to meet with you."

Seeing that Zhang Xuan was willing to walk with him, Wei Lan immediately showed a look of joy on her face.

The old woman looked around and then asked, "Young Master Zhang, can the sword master who was hiding in the dark just now accompany you?"

Zhang Xuan looked puzzled, "What is the master of swords?"

Seeing Zhang Xuan's face full of confusion, the old woman shook her head and said nothing more.
Chapter completed!