After the lightning current was formed, it wrapped the black shadow man tightly in an instant, and then, a thin thread appeared in the hand of the old man on the morning repair platform.
"You go down and play for me!" The withered old man thought, and a purple human-shaped light group suddenly swayed from the old tree on the rock wall above his head.
The purple light drove the dry leaves to fall down the mountain at high speed from a height of several hundred meters, causing harsh sound waves all the way.
"Ah~...!" The wind roared in his ears, and the dark man in the purple light felt like the world was spinning. Waves of frightened shouts could be heard, echoing in the quiet valley in darkness below Qiaojian Peak.
"Hiss~!" Just as they sheathed their swords and landed next to the charred old tree, Leng Ningshuang and Xiang Qiubai's pupils shrank, and all their eyes were attracted to the purple lightning thread on the index finger of the withered old man's right hand.
"What kind of control is this!" Back in front of his house, the man in white robe ran to the edge of the morning repair platform with gleaming eyes and looked at the lightning filaments that spread hundreds of meters downward.
"Eh~?" The woman in white looked a little surprised, and stepped forward to carefully touch the lightning wire with her fingertips.
Then he was surprised to find that the soft purple lightning not only lost its original violent aggressiveness, but also magically contained a strong elasticity!
"Ah~...! Are you still coming?" The next moment, the lightning grid suddenly stopped shaking. Before the man who fell into the valley and was spinning around could breathe a sigh of relief, the harsh wind suddenly brushed past his ears.
I saw a purple lightning current suddenly rising from the bottom of the valley at an even more incredible speed than when it fell, frightening the black shadow inside and screaming in terror.
"Plop~...!" The purple lightning threads shrank rapidly, and the frightened black figure fell on the platform with a plop. Listening to the scream, it was obvious that the fall was not light.
"Sure enough, it's you!" The withered old man raised his eyebrows, with a trace of amusement in his eyes.
As early as when the other party was muttering, Ling Weiyun's clone noticed that the voice was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, and then thought about it carefully before recalling it.
At that time, Cha Cha's thunder ball attack had already approached the black shadow. With the faint light of thunder and lightning, he finally saw the other party's face clearly, and it also confirmed Feng Ling's suspicion.
"Elder Ling, why are you so angry!" The lightning grid turned into energy and dissipated. Looking carefully at the face of the man who stood up and laughed, who else could it be if it wasn't Yu Lu!
This guy has actually been here for a long time. As early as the conflict between the withered old man and Xiang Qiubai, he noticed the sound of fighting on Wu Ye's morning repair platform.
Because he was very curious about the battle scene between the core disciples, and expected that Wu Ye would be safe at Qiaojian Peak, Yu Lu ran away alone, patrolling the sound of fighting and coming over.
When Yulu arrived, he realized that the battle was not a sparring match at all, but a conflict. Just when he was about to show up to stop it.
Suddenly, an old face turned around and appeared in his eyes, making Yu Lu Shengsheng stop the movement of his hands, and turned the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a face that was looking forward to a good show!
"Messenger Yulu, what are you doing sneakily?" Looking at the man with disheveled hair in front of him, who stood up and surrounded the haggard old man with a smile on his face, Xiang Qiubai's eyes were very unkind.
He gritted his teeth and said secretly: "Looking at this guy's appearance, it's obvious that he has been hiding and spying on the two of us for a long time. If Junior Sister Leng hadn't caught up in time, it would have been fine if he had been injured a little, but it would have been a big deal if he had lost his face! "
Xiang Qiubai didn't believe that Yu Lu didn't realize that there was a misunderstanding between him and the honorary elder. Moreover, he shouted loud slogans during the fight...!
Thinking like this, Xiang Qiubai became even more angry. He stepped forward and grabbed Yu Lu's collar, glared and said angrily: "Could it be that you are the traitor!"
"Ahem~...!" Yu Lu's face turned red. His cultivation was not as good as the white-robed man in front of him, and he was not the type who was good at fighting. Naturally, he was grabbed by the collar and lifted up easily, "Xiao Bai , let go, let go quickly!”
"Asshole! If you dare to call me this nickname again, believe it or not, I will throw you out of here right now!"
When the painful spot was poked, Xiang Qiubai's face suddenly changed, his eyes were blazing with fire and he wanted to eat the man he caught alive.
"Uh..." Someone had the courage to turn his head with difficulty, and glanced down with twitching eyes. He saw the sound of cold wind whistling under the dark bottomless abyss. If he fell, he would definitely be shattered to pieces!
After thinking about this clearly, Yu Lu was so scared that he quickly shut up and whispered in his heart: "You are the traitor!"
"Second Senior Brother, do you know each other?" Listening to the conversation between the man in white robe and Yu Lu's messenger, the woman in white robe like Frost couldn't help but reveal a trace of doubt, and stepped forward to ask in a strange tone.
"Ahem, this kind of person..." Seeing the meaning of Leng Qiu Shuang's gaze lingering between the two of them, Xiang Qiubai looked very embarrassed.
Then, under Yu Lu's wide-eyed gaze, the man in white robe proudly said: "I don't know, I don't know!"
"Messenger Yulu probably just has a prejudice against the old man. It's not enough to call him a traitor!"
At this moment, Ling Weiyun's clone frowned and spoke, nodding to Xiang Qiubai who cast a doubtful look, "Let him go!"
Immediately, Messenger Yu Lu felt relaxed all over. Before he could show his joy, the man in white robe suddenly stepped back and kept a good distance from him. The corner of his mouth curled up.
He gloated as he watched Yu Lu fall to the ground unsteadily and his face was covered in dust.
Routine!
The haggard old man's eyes twitched when he witnessed this scene, and a word that could properly describe this situation emerged from his mind.
"Hmph~! I came to take you to find Senior Brother Wu Ye with good intentions, but this is how you treat me!"
"Okay, where is all this nonsense? Lead the way!"
Ling Weiyun looked up at the sky and saw that the night was dark and the stars were scattered. He turned around unhappily and shouted loudly at the complaining Yulu messenger.
The latter immediately shrank his neck, glanced at the withered old man with lingering fear, and obediently turned around and led a few people to fly higher to the Qiaojian Peak shrouded in the night.
"Suddenly...!" Like a black wind, several figures quickly slid past the rock wall, leaving only traces of sand falling downwards wherever they passed.
It has to be said that it is not unreasonable for this Yu Lu to be Feng Tianjue's personal messenger. Judging from his proficiency in climbing rock walls, he is definitely a master with excellent light skills!
This point was deeply felt by the withered old man and the woman in green on their way back to Sunset City.
Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, the three strong men behind Yu Lu who are all in the late tenth rank are speechless.
At the same time, several people were also very curious about how many times the opponent had to undergo training to reach the level he is now.
At least, a few of them couldn't do this when they were in the ninth rank.
