Surprise Hotel

A few miles away from the Flower Palace.

Feng Xin was carrying a secret book, carrying a divine sword, and walking quickly.

Two dogs fight, play off.

Who would have thought that the six major factions and Lihua Palace had fought fiercely for so long, and in the end the sword god's relic they were fighting for and protecting fell into his hands?

Ecstatic in the wind letter.

With these two things, it is only a matter of time before you want to dominate the martial arts.

What will become of Lihua Palace and what will become of Li Hentian have nothing to do with him.

All the disciples of the same school called him senior brother, who seemed to be of very high status.But perhaps in the eyes of that woman, he is a errand runner.

Li Hentian has never taught his advanced techniques, and most of the martial arts of those junior girls who practice jade girl skills are above him.Seeing that there is some respect for the palace lord's face, but sometimes he can see the contempt in their looks, and even heard the criticism behind it.

He has endured it till now and finally got a chance.

He thinks this is God's love for him, and he must hold it firmly.

In the next period of time, the arena will definitely be turbulent for a while.The plan in his heart is to find a place to hide first and practice the sword technique silently.

With the Divine Sword in hand, once the swordsmanship is mastered, he will be invincible in the world. At that time...see who else dares to look down on him!

The only thing that felt a pity was that he didn't have time to possess Li Hentian's Wenxiang Nephrite.She can't let go of Baili Yanran, she has always been alone.At this time, if she loses her virginity after losing her lover, that is the best way to retaliate.

But this is not important anymore.

In the face of becoming a strong one, nothing else matters!

Fengxin rushed through the woods, sweeping away the peach blossoms and fallen leaves on his shoulders.There is an empty grassland in front of him. Follow the direction of the valley all the way to the north, and then walk a hundred miles, and he can walk to the border.

There is a mixture of goods and merchants, and it is the place where businessmen and garrisons are located, and the Wulin League cannot match it.

By then, he will be safe.

Fengxin hurried forward without noticing the wind and grass behind him.

When he noticed that a chill was approaching and stopped, the ghost-shaped figure was already standing behind him, breathing evenly on the back of his neck.

Running at such a speed, the breath is still even, this person is skilled.

He subconsciously grasped the hilt of the divine sword and slammed the sword--

But before the sword was drawn out, his hand was first held firmly, without any resistance.

His other hand moved down, touched the short knife at his waist, and quickly slashed it back.

The figure flashed and flashed a step away.

Feng Xin turned around triumphantly and looked at the person tracking him.

Seeing that hideous, scaly face, he was taken aback.

"Are you a man or a ghost?"

He asked.

"Have you ever heard of a person in the arena, who is called the living dead?" The person who came over said with a faint smile.But in Feng Xin's eyes, that calm smile was a bit horrible.

"Jiang, Jiang Qingyue!"

After listening to the other party's prompt, he remembered the name.

This person is indeed dead, and was only blocked for the last breath.Later, Baili Yanran carried him to Miaojiang, thousands of miles away, and knelt down in front of the gate of Wu Gu Sect for three days and three nights.

The head of the Witch Gu sect taught Jiang Qingyue back to life by practicing the great Zhoutian secret technique.His consciousness still exists, but half of his ability to act depends on the witchcraft technique.

In order to repay his life, he worshipped the Wu Gu Sect and became an outer disciple.

Moreover, his friendship with Baili Yanran was extraordinary. When Baili Yanran died, he gave him the relics.

"You know the purpose of my chasing you." Jiang Qingyue stared at Fengxin, "There is no one I want to find but can't find in this world. You can't escape. Even if I go to the ends of the world, I can grab you. Come out. Hand over things and I will let you make a living."

"You treat me as stupid!" How could Fengxin hand over the things that I had tried so hard to get?Moreover, this is the last bargaining chip he can embark on the road to the strong, and he will never take the initiative to hand it over.

"Dare to touch those two things, even if they are not stupid, they are just clever."

As soon as Jiang Qingyue finished speaking, she took action.

The flute slid out from the sleeve, held it firmly in his hand, and attacked the Fengxin Life Gate.

Feng Xin held a short knife to block, but his aptitude was mediocre. Where was Jiang Qingyue's opponent, the short knife was shaken to the ground just after two moves.

Jiang Qingyue's figure did not stop, and continued to attack.

Feng Xin gritted his teeth, this time, he drew out Baili Yanran's sword.

The moment the sword's edge was revealed, the cold light suddenly appeared, and the killing intent was terrifying!

The sword is drawn out by a foot, and the sharpness is unstoppable!

Jiang Qingyue was about to hit the cold light, her figure suddenly turned, and passed by the wind, like a breeze.

At this moment, Feng Xin clearly heard a word in his ear.

"You don't deserve to touch his sword."

Almost just a blink of an eye, the sword returned to its sheath, and the cold light closed.

Fengxin was stunned in place, still holding his hands, but on his neck, a dazzling blood red cut off the meridians.

Seal the throat with a sword!

Obviously he was holding the sword, but Jiang Qingyue used a forcibly retracting the sword to counter-kill!

Feng Xin whimpered, a trace of blood flowed out, and then his body fell straight back.

Jiang Qingyue shook her big sleeves, squatted down and searched for it. After a while, she took the sword and the sword and left.

During the whole process, he didn't say a word, nor showed any expression.

He has found something, so what else is there to communicate with a dead person?

Li Hua Palace.

Now it has become the place where the six major factions gather.

In the main hall, Lu Zangfeng sat on the jade couch, holding fragrant tea in his hand and savoring it slowly.

Outside the hall is a scream like a pig.

The disciples of the palace who had taken a few prisoners came to interrogate them, but they were tortured severely if they couldn't ask questions.

"Father, forget it otherwise." Lu Qingchen finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Forget it?" Lu Zangfeng raised his eyebrows and beard. "If that's the case, how can I explain to the other colleagues in the martial arts? Li hates the heavens, I want to see people when I live, and I want to see the dead when I die!"

"We can think of other ways to find Li Hentian's whereabouts." Lu Qingchen arched his hands, "I can find Mr. Jiang."

"You mean him?" Lu Zangfeng paused when he handed the tea cup to his mouth, and looked out of the hall, "No need to look for it, he is here."

A ghostly figure leaped in from the window.

The head of the six major factions noticed that someone had broken in, and when he ran in to protect him, Jiang Qingyue was already standing in the middle of the hall, looking at the martial arts leader Lu Zangfeng, neither humble nor arrogant.

And Lu Zangfeng's eyes were staring at the divine sword and sword spectrum in his hand.

The others present also cast shocked glances.

So many of them are searching for fruitless things, and they are actually in the hands of the living dead!