"Chai Jun..."
"Chai Jun..."
After calling twice, the tall and thin young man in military uniform still didn't respond. It wasn't until Su Wuzhe gently raised his voice that he seemed to wake up from a dream, and hurriedly handed over his hands to confess, with cold sweat on his head. waterfall.
"Su Zun, this subordinate deserves death. Just now..."
"Okay, no need to say more."
Chai Jun lowered his head as always, as if he would never dare to look at Lord Tianwei's delicate and handsome face like a woman. Su Wuzhe was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice with his unique elegant voice:
"Being a human being is not easy. Remember, don't be distracted next time, Chai Jun!"
Su Wuzhe seemed to bite the last word "Chai Jun" hard.
"yes…"
"I told you not to be so formal."
"yes…"
Su Wuzhe turned his head and glanced at Chai Jun, who could only stand behind him but could no longer raise his head. He seemed to have thought of something in his dust-free eyes.
He sighed and went away with the wind.
"Come with me and I'll take you to meet two new friends."
"yes…"
Just as Lord Tianwei Su Wuzhe said, the general trend of the world is changing.
The appearance of a Shangshan Mausoleum and two illusory prophecies seemed not to be of much concern to each sect on the surface. They continued to practice, experience, and understand the way of heaven as always, but no one knew about the restlessness and roar behind closed doors.
Whether it's for profit or for respect, even the smooth fairy road above the dome may eventually converge into the sea of desire, projected on the entire land of Kyushu.
Just like Baizhen City now.
Ever since Long Fushi, the eldest princess of the Long family, led others to beat and injured a young man in the street some time ago, the entire Baizhen City seemed to be shrouded in a strange solemnity.
It is said that the injured Yuanhuajing boy had some trouble with Long Fushi, and the person who rescued him was Chang Linbai, the second-in-command of the younger generation of the Chang family.
This subtle relationship was quickly amplified by some interested people. In addition, many children of the Chang family who were doing business and traveling abroad gradually returned to the family. For a while, the city felt quite unsettled.
The key figure in this series of events, the Yuanhua Realm boy, left on his own after being rescued by Chang Linbai, and his whereabouts are still unknown.
Some people say that Long Fu Shi publicly let the boy go, but secretly asked the concentrating master who admired her to secretly kill him. Others said that the young envoy wanted to cover up a cover-up plan and had already hid in the Chang family mansion. hospital.
However, amid the divergent opinions, the Chang family and the Long family seemed to be much more restrained in the confrontation than before, and they were both intentionally or unintentionally inquiring about the whereabouts of this young man. But where is our protagonist?
"Huh~"
With a breath of turbid breath, Qingyun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then, those sharp pupils that were as bright as stars suddenly opened!
"Oh, the monks in the Concentration Realm are really powerful. Yun Chen's strength is probably not inferior to Old Shitou at all. If it weren't for Yinghong's magical elixir that neutralized most of the power of thunder, with only the Immortal True Spirit and Qilin Devour, There was no way I could recover so quickly.”
In a spacious guest room, stroking his ribs that had been reattached, the young man felt a little scared.
According to Lao Shitou, if the strength of his physical body is exerted to the extreme, it should be comparable to that of a monk in the early stage of the Concentration Realm.
But Yun Chen, who was probably a dragonborn, had strong palm power, and the combination of spiritual power and physical body was perfect. If the other party had not shown mercy, he would have been killed on the spot!
"It's said to be ten, but it really is ten."
Qingyun smiled bitterly and shook his head.
That day, Yun Chen's last palm looked fierce, but in fact, it had just the right amount of power.
He first used extremely fast speed, and before his palm hit Qingyun's chest, he used the power of thunder to directly seal all the veins in the young master's body, making him unable to fight back at all.
Then bursts of palm force were transmitted to his chest and abdomen, so that while Qingyun was helpless, he could also clearly hear the muffled groan of broken ribs and the stabbing sound that pierced his lungs.
This kind of injury is actually not too serious for a monk, and it avoids the heart pulse. This is why I was later sure that Yun Chen had no intention of taking his life.
But this sophisticated manipulation method and the crushing promotion of strength are not so much about defeating Qingyun as they are about humiliating and intimidating him.
"It seems like he is deliberately trying to establish his authority. Is it against me? No, it doesn't look like he is writing poems against Long?"
The morning sun shone on the floor, and fine dust floated in the air. Qingyun just stared at it, and in an instant he fell into deep meditation.
"No matter how you look at it from body, behavior, or mind, it is impossible for the Yuan Hua Realm to compete with the Condensation Realm monks. Although Yun Chen made a sneak attack that day, even if I resisted openly, he would not use his thunder. His spiritual power and his arrogant body alone are probably enough to beat me to death."
The battle with Lao Shitou on Yiren Mountain made him restrain his budding arrogance, but the fight with Yun Chen, no, it should be said that in the short period of time when he was beaten by Yun Chen, Qing Yun once again had an understanding of the gap in strength between different realms. A clear understanding.
"As a Dragonborn, Yun Chen is not too strong even if he is ridiculously strong. But the question is, will there be other monks who can reach Yun Chen's terrifying strength? In other words, Ruo Yun Chen is only in the early or middle stage of the Concentration Realm. Masters, those monks in the late stage of Concentration Realm and those who have reached perfection, how powerful must they be!"
Although the power of thunder has long been exhausted by the immortal true spirit, and his injuries have almost recovered, the pain caused by Yun Chen's last palm is like a brand that will not subside for a long time.
"Tsk, fortunately, his consciousness seems not as good as Old Shitou's, so he didn't discover the secret of my body."
The window of the guest room was covered with a layer of oil paper that was not too thick, making the sunlight shining in the room a little yellowish.
Similar to the day when he was faced with something as powerful as a mountain that was too powerful to resist, Qingyun thought hard for several starry nights while recovering from his injuries, but still couldn't find any opportunity to win.
Only one word remains:
escape.
Although he was reluctant to admit his weakness, the young master could only sigh:
"Hey, I don't know how the wind is doing outside."
Yun Chen is indeed too powerful for Qing Yun now. He was lucky to have saved his life last time.
In this place of right and wrong, it is better to find a way to leave as soon as possible. After all, I have to rush to Zhijing Cave as soon as possible, otherwise my good brother's sweetheart will have to marry someone else.
After some assessment, Qingyun felt that he had been here for more than ten days. The Long family had not found any trace of him for such a long time, so they would probably search outside the city.
"Hey, it's a pity that the relationship with the Long family is too deep. If I had known that He Bai was so obsessed with Long Qingdi, I wouldn't have grabbed the Qingling fruit. It was really unnecessary. Now he is so obsessed with Yun Chen. If there is a commotion, the Long family's boat to Zhijing Cave Heaven may not be able to catch it, what should we do?"
The words "the place of right and wrong" left by Yinghong that day, Qingyun could clearly feel the deep meaning in the other party's words. Just recalling the back of Yan Nanzhi in the house, the young man suddenly fell into Dilemma.
Recognize each other?
After years of separation, Yan Nanzhi is not Alian, and there is no way she can recognize him. She has even worshiped Qingxu Tian for a long time. She has probably guessed his identity. Will this be dangerous to herself?
deny?
He never dared to forget Yan Liangshan's instructions before his death. Along the way, he didn't even hide anything from Xiao Luoyi, just because the disaster was caused by his father and son, and he had the responsibility to complete the two tasks. Teacher Shan’s last wish.
Qingyun stared blankly at the dust in the sun, but suddenly, the suspended dust moved slightly!
Immediately afterwards, there was an indiscernible creaking sound coming from the wooden boards on the ground, but this could not escape Qingyun's super five senses that were far superior to his peers, and it also caused his somewhat dilated pupils to shrink to pinpoints!
"Is there anyone?!"
After bidding farewell to Chang Linbai that day, Qingyun first quickly walked into a small alley that no one cared about, then changed out of his blood-stained clothes and put on a bamboo hat, and finally checked into this restaurant after making many twists and turns.
Even the guest room he booked was in the highest and most remote corner of the restaurant. Firstly, no one would disturb him, and secondly, it was easier to get out. He also directly paid the rent for a whole month and told the waiter that he was going to practice meditation without being summoned. No interruptions.
It has been very peaceful for more than half a month. Now it sounds like several people have arrived at once. Could it be that someone from the Long family discovered it?
With his thoughts turning, red light flashed in Qingyun's palm, and the hidden edge of the ancient sword cut through his skin, appearing directly in his palm with a little blood.
"If Yun Chen comes too, instead of jumping out of the window to escape, it's better to just break through the space."
Qing Yun thought to himself that no matter how fast Yun Chen was, it would be impossible for him to succeed in a sneak attack if he was prepared.
And as long as he could break through the space and escape immediately, if Yun Chen dared to pursue him into the blood-colored space channel created by Zang Feng, he would be happy to stop and admire the spectacular sight of this person being chopped into pieces by the turbulent flow of space. !
The slender but heavy Tiangfeng still shone with a strange red light, reflecting a little bit of bloodthirsty brilliance in Qingyun's no longer bright red pupils. However, facing the powerful enemy that might appear soon, Qingyun clenched the palm of the sword's hilt tightly. Beads of sweat broke out unconsciously.
"Three, two, one..."
Counting silently, Qingyun's heart was already in his throat as the visitor approached.
Dong-dong-dong, three short knocks on the door struck Qingyun's heart like a heavy hammer, but his eyes that were slowly carrying the power of blood like an eagle never left the wooden door of the guest room.
"Is Senior Qin Yun here?"
After waiting for a long time, the waiter in the store seemed to see no answer, so he knocked on the door three times and raised the volume slightly at the same time.
"Is Senior Qin Yun here?"
Taking a deep breath, Qingyun slowly opened his slightly narrowed eyes.
It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. Instead of being beaten passively, it's better to fight openly and honestly. After all, you can escape if you can't beat it, right?
"I am here."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang, and the door was kicked open or blasted open with great force. Thick smoke and dust rose up from the room that had not been cleaned for more than ten days.
The young master has never been a master who just sits back and waits for death. He doesn't care whether the person coming is Long Fushi or Yun Li. Anyway, he was beaten so badly last time. Even if he escapes now, he has to take it back from someone in the Long family. Let’s talk about some interest!
