"How dare you come back."
Ling Xiufeng's slow gnashing of teeth could not tell whether it was anger or gloom, but it was Chen's words that made Ling Yunzhi slowly lower his eyebrows: "I have my own judgment."
Ling Yunzhi's words were even more indifferent, and his speaking speed was equally calm and unhurried.
"Huh..." Ling Xiufeng breathed out in relief, and then stared into Ling Yunzhi's eyes with glaring eyes, and said slowly: "Not bad..." But before he said this, Ling Xiufeng's eyes were filled with tears. Slowly gaining anger, he became more gentle and low-pitched when speaking: "But can you cut it off... You are very incompetent -"
Ling Yunzhi frowned slightly, and then slowly clenched his right hand hanging by his side: "If you don't die, I will defeat you in three moves."
As soon as he said this, Ling Xiufeng's eyes suddenly turned ferocious, but then he smiled solemnly: "Oh——?"
Ling Yunzhi couldn't help but grit his teeth secretly, but Ling Xiufeng's smile grew longer because of seeing this: "Ugh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, which not only shocked the people from various sects who rushed outside the Jueqing Palace and gathered in the same place, but also shocked those who came from the southern jungle. The more than 10,000 people from all walks of life who rushed out were frightened to a halt.
The so-called panic is when seeing the mob reaching out to each other to stop them.
The so-called gloom and anger are the ferocity and gnashing of teeth of people from various sects.
At the same time, in the main hall of Jueqing Palace.
"鞞鞞鞞鞞..." Ling Xiufeng half lowered his head, his laughter was very low and cold.
Ling Yunzhi gritted his teeth deeply. Although his face was expressionless, he was staring at Ling Xiufeng. But originally, he shouldn't even be angry.
"Huh." Ling Xiufeng breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly opened his eyes angrily, and then slowly raised his head. When he stared at Ling Yunzhi standing outside the door, he was even more ferocious: "You are mine. Seed. My blood will be shed all my life!"
As soon as these words came out, Ling Yunzhi's pupils suddenly shrank.
call!
But Ling Xiufeng had already passed by him, leaving only a wild laugh here: "Hahahahahaha...hahahahahahahaha!"
Ling Yunzhi gritted his teeth deeply, and then slowly became gloomy.
He didn't need to look back to know that Ling Ye had been taken away by the other party.
At the same time, outside the palace.
For a moment, people were panicked, but it was more than that: before, everyone had stretched out their hands to stop each other and stopped there, but now they were slowly moving back, especially when looking at the Jueqing Palace... because of fear. The trembling eyes are ferocious due to fear.
Some people's existence is like that.
Just hearing the prestigious name makes my heart tremble.
Just hearing the sound makes my liver and gallbladder burst.
But right now, there are two of them there.
It's a pity that many people don't know.
The gate of Jueqing Palace.
"..." Chen Shanping frowned and glanced at the crowd, and then looked gloomily at the major sects present.
Feeling Chen Shanping's gaze, Jiang Hongzhen, who was facing the door with his hands behind his back, frowned, but he just stared at Chen Shanping coldly, and then immediately turned to look at Wuqiandao in the Jueqing Palace. Unfortunately, from their perspective, although the high platform could not block the front hall where the inner wall collapsed, it could block the main hall further back.
Seeing that Jiang Hongzhen was determined, Chen Shanping frowned slightly, and then looked at Tang Shougong more gloomily.
Tang Shougong was also standing with his hands behind his hands, but he remained silent. No matter who Chen Shanping was looking at, he never looked at them, because in his eyes, there was only one smooth road leading to the high platform and the enemy's stronghold.
"..." The heads of the Five Mountains were all observing the Jueqing Palace with furrowed brows. They saw Zhao Yidao, the head of Mount Tai, standing with a sword in his hands; Liao Minghua, the head of Songshan Mountain, holding the sword in his left hand and carrying it on his right hand; Sun Buwei, the head of Huashan Mountain, carrying it with both hands. He held a long sword upside down with one hand; Hengshan leader Sang Qiuyu held the sword in his right hand and clenched his fist with his left hand; Hengshan leader Wang Gaoyang held his own sword with both hands behind his back.
At that time, their minds were entangled with many thoughts, but when Chen Shanping looked at them, or when they came into contact with or felt Chen Shanping's eyes and actions... they all fell silent.
At that time, Zhao Yidao frowned slightly and nodded to Chen Shanping; Liao Minghua shook his head silently; Sun Buwei chose to lower his eyes while slowly clenching his teeth; Sang Qiuyu looked around at the others after remaining silent; As for the leader of Hengshan, Wang Gaoyang, who lowered his eyes and looked at his heart... he slightly raised the corner of his mouth, but he didn't know what he meant. (Maybe he knew I was going to write about him, so he was stealing the spotlight?)
"..." Although Zhang Donglai frowned slightly and looked gloomy, his aura was more than ten times more stable than those present. Even Chen Shanping looked around and found that he was not moved. Especially the awe-inspiring look in his eyes, as if he could see through the entire Jueqing Palace.
Among the people at Guancangsu Peak, Zhang Donglai was the leader, followed by three direct disciples, and then came the elites. Therefore, we must first look at the teacher, then the disciple, and then the rest.
However, Chen Shanping had just turned away from Zhang Donglai's face to inspect Pan Afan, who was standing with a sword on his side. The man frowned first, and then looked at Chen Shanping coldly, and slowly shook his head. He tightened his grip on the long sword.
Chen Shanping frowned deeply, and then only stared at Pan Alum with a sharp look, and then stopped looking at anything else. Instead, he turned his head and looked directly at the Jueqing Palace.
"Click, squeak..." Pan Alum gritted her teeth too much. When staring at Chen Shanping, she seemed to be ready to take action if she disagreed with him, and he also leaned forward slightly.
Seeing this, Liao Jinshu, who was on the same side as Pan Alum, couldn't help but shake his head, but he didn't say much. On the other hand, Shi Meng, who was standing to the left of Zhang Donglai, couldn't help but frown, probably out of dissatisfaction. However, he only took a long look at Pan Alum, then gently gritted his teeth and turned to look at the Jueqing Palace.
"Alas..." Liao Jinshu shook his head helplessly, but sighed in his heart. For the junior brother next to him who dissatisfied him... he was really helpless.
Here, looking at the people from various sects surrounding the gate of Jueqing Palace, the only one who can be considered relaxed is Liao Jinshu. After all, these hands are not enough to carry, just looking at the paper fan in his hand is enough to relax.
As for the female class here, Cheng Yanxiao is the only one.
"..." Cheng Yanxiao glanced at the paper fan in Liao Jinshu's hand with a frown, especially the coldness seeping from the fan's bones, which made her eyes darken. But she remained silent about this, even though she had a kind of disgust that she couldn't express but was rooted in her heart, both for Zhang Donglai and the entire Cangsu Peak.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yanxiao couldn't help but shake her head silently, and then looked at the Jueqing Palace gloomily.
Wandu Sect, Qisha Sect, Wuyue Sect, Cangsu Peak, Xiaoyao Sect...as well as Buddhism and Beggar Sect that have not yet arrived.
Seven major forces, eleven famous sects... not to mention there are nearly two hundred Jianghu forces and many good people behind? Not to mention there are more enthusiastic people coming here?
However, despite the fierceness of the attack, despite the large number of people, facing the Jueqing Palace with its doors wide open and no trace of it visible... no one expressed their opinion, and everyone was silent, so that the place slowly fell into silence and gradually died.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the fear of shadow is even more difficult to say.
Not to mention that Ling Xiufeng was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Even though he was just standing there with his breath hanging, not many people dared to try.
Not to mention the thirty-six heavenly gangs in the Jueqing Sect where the divine dragon appears but never ends, the seventy-two earth evil spirits appear and disappear, which is enough to make people fearful or fearful.
…
Somewhere, in a dark stone room.
There is a person on the stone bed, sitting cross-legged with clear eyes.
He looked in that direction silently, and after a long time, he slightly moved the corner of his mouth: "Incompetent person..."
The words in his heart were indifferent, but a little funny: "It's so forward-looking and backward...how can it be a big deal."
Thinking of this, he slowly closed his eyes, probably because he didn't want to look at it anymore.
"Ling Xiufeng...it's a pity...it's a pity..."
…
Earlier, the Palace of Unfeeling.
The stone dragon road under the high platform is open to the east and west, but it is a compartment when it reaches the border.
In the east wing of the backyard is Ling Xiufeng's bedroom.
call!
A fleeting image rushed through the door like the wind, but it still trembled after the door was closed tightly.
call……
When the door calmed down, Ling Ye in the room was thrown to the ground by Ling Xiufeng.
Ling Ye gritted his teeth deeply, then stood up with an expressionless expression.
Ling Xiufeng stood in front and left of Ling Ye with his hands behind his back, his back to Ling Ye. Looking to the front left, you can go to the bed hall, and to the right is the guest table. Ling Ye, who was closer to the door, had just stood up.
Ling Ye didn't look up at Ling Xiufeng, and Ling Xiufeng didn't turn around to look at Ling Ye.
This silence was a bit long.
Not long after, Ling Ye couldn't help gritting his teeth gloomily. Perhaps because of the pain, he slightly turned his slightly red and swollen right wrist twice. It was not until this moment that Ling Xiufeng slowly calmed down: "Huh..."
Although the breath was light, it was quieter here, so Ling Ye could hear it, but he was silent.
Ling Xiufeng remained silent for a while, then he spoke with a slight hesitation: "You..."
However, after the words had begun, Ling Xiufeng remained silent again, then shook his head slightly and tried to soften his voice: "What's your name?"
Ling Ye was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the ground beside him and said lukewarmly: "Ling Ye."
"Ling Ye..." Ling Xiufeng muttered silently in his mind, and then turned to look at the picture of "Tianlong Soaring into the Clouds and Rain-Building Forest" hanging on the wall of the hall: "Tianxiu Cloud Scene... Longze Xiangshan... "
After muttering to this point, Ling Xiufeng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly. Although the smile was shallow, it was better than nothing. Then he turned to look at the bed hall over there, and said inexplicably: "Jingye... what a good name."
Ling Ye frowned slightly, then fell into silence.
"Remember..." Ling Xiufeng slowly inspected everything in the bedroom, but there was nothing there that could stop him: "You are my descendant, Ling Xiufeng..."
Ling Ye fell into deep silence, but Ling Xiufeng only murmured: "You are my...Jieqing Sect's Ye Huo."
As soon as the word "fire" came out, Ling Xiufeng suddenly glared angrily, turned around suddenly, and grabbed Ling Ye from the air: "What if - what -?"
Ling Ye only had time to expand his pupils before Ling Xiufeng struck his heart with a palm: Bang!
Buzz!
Ling Ye directly knocked the door away and flew dozens of feet away. Zhang Donglai, who happened to be leading the crowd out of the back door of the front hall, shrank his pupils in shock and stopped on the spot.
call!
A figure flew past Zhang Donglai in an instant, causing everyone to change their expressions and stare at him.
call!
Cheng Yanxiao would not care about the person behind her. She took a step forward and flew over to take Ling Ye into her arms. Then she immediately spun around and landed on the ground. Unfortunately, she had a sword in her hand and could only hold him with one hand.
But then again, how far this avenue is from Ling Xiufeng's dormitory... is really shocking.
call.
Cheng Yanxiao had just hugged Ling Ye and knelt on the ground, but when she lowered her head and looked down, her expression changed.
"Hey -" Ling Ye not only had black energy flowing out of his body, but also black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth while gritting his teeth.
Seeing the young man's condition, Zhang Donglai and others gathered in the doorway suddenly shrank their pupils and rushed over in a hurry.
Stab!
Cheng Yanxiao had already bitten her silver teeth and tore off Ling Ye's shirt on the spot, but when she saw it, her expression changed with horror: "Jue Xin Palm!"
"What?!" Zhang Donglai and others stopped in shock, then turned to stare at Ling Ye's chest.
A huge black palm print completely occupied Ling Ye's left chest, and this palm print also extended out a tentacle-like black blood line. It was like a living thing, slowly invading Ling Ye's heart.
"Asshole!" Chen Shanping's eyes were almost splitting when he saw it, and then he suddenly flew over and crouched down with his sword as soon as he landed.
Miso miso miso!
Chen Shanping sealed Ling Ye's pulse with seventeen fingers in a row to stop the black energy from spreading outward from the heart. Then he took his fingers and stroked his palm, and slowly and tremblingly moved his claws upwards while using the Jiji Gong Yuan. It was as if he was trying to take the breath out of the opponent's body through the air. However, despite his best efforts, he could only drag the black energy from Ling Ye's body back into the hand seals. Even if he did this, he would use up five of his power, and the moment the black energy returned to its home base, he himself would be bounced away.
"You bastard!" Chen Shanping raised his palms with a fierce look, then quickly lowered his palms and pressed directly on the black handprint on Ling Ye's body. He used his full strength and wanted to strike hard while the iron was hot and disperse the Juexin palm mark in one fell swoop, but this palm fell...
Bang!
Chen Shanping suddenly vomited blood and flew backwards: "Puff——"
"Uncle Master!" Cheng Yan's smile turned into surprise, but before her voice could reach the ground, Sun Buwei from behind already flew to catch her with an angry look. If not, Chen Shanping would have smashed the back wall of the front hall.
call!
Sun Buwei supported Chen Shanping and landed on the ground, but before the two of them could take a few steps back due to the weight and involvement, a murmur suddenly came from: "We've been waiting for you for a long time."
The voice was as hoarse as a bell, and like a sinister wind. Whenever I heard it, I felt like I could see the candlestick being blown out by the wind. I couldn't help but tremble in my soul and palpitate in my heart.
Therefore, as soon as the sound came, the pupils of all outsiders suddenly shrank and dilated.
