As soon as Mingyang's voice fell, his eyes stared at Zhou Yuan coldly.

The temperature that was gradually rising dropped to the lowest point in an instant, and once a valley wind blew, it would hit a piercing sound of gold and iron!

These voices fell into Zhou Yuan's ears, making his smile freeze on his face, his body couldn't help trembling, his hair stood up, a trace of cold sweat flowed out of his pores, and a strong sense of kneeling and prostrate surged in his mind.

When this thought arose, his knees bent towards Mingyang.

Zhou Yuan clenched his teeth, restrained this incompetence, struggled to stabilize in his heart, and the vitality in his body surged at will, forcing this temperament out of his body, and his heart was also very shocked! This is just a look from the other party can make him break out in a cold sweat, and he is timid, what will happen if he makes a move?

He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

In the process of his fear, he didn't notice at all that behind Lan Yueyue's hand, the soft and delicate jade hand was forming a handprint, and a circle of ripples spread to the surroundings with it as the core, if it wasn't for careful observation, these fluctuations would not be perceptible at all, but it was these fluctuations that merged into the air to produce changes in the air.

Lan Yueyue's small movements happened to be facing away from the three members of the Liu family, and the three of them could see it clearly!

Naturally, I know that these effects are not caused by Mingyang's eyes, but the bystanders are clear, and the entrants are confused, and Zhou Yuan, as the person concerned, almost scared off half of his soul.

His lips trembled for a while, his eyes glanced around, and he stayed on the three members of the Liu family for a while, a vigilance passed under his eyes, and the spiritual power in his eyebrows converged into a ball of white light, making his ugly face a little pale.

At this time, Zhou Yuanna still cared about this, and bowed respectfully to present this white light in front of Mingyang.

The head is low and the tip of the shoe is vertically looked at, and there is an experience of looking at Mingyang, how dare you experience it again if the timidity in your heart has not subsided.

Mingyang saw that Zhou Yuan was still vigilant when he suppressed him, and he was puzzled, looking at the white light in front of him, and smiled slightly.

It seems that a terrible secret has been discovered.

With one hand, he glanced at this white light lightly, this white light was a memory copied by Zhou Yuan with his spiritual power, and he threw it gently, the white light was not sluggish, it seems that the consumption of this white light on Zhou Yuan is not low.

Mingyang smiled in his heart, and crushed the white light with one hand, Zhou Yuan's curved body trembled a little, and his breath withered a little.

Reluctantly propped himself up, took a few steps back, and waited quietly, not daring to make a move.

The white light turned into a few traces of white light and disappeared into Mingyang's eyebrows, Lan Yueyue glanced at it lightly, without a trace of worry about it.

It is expected that Zhou Yuan will not dare to play any tricks, even if he stays in the means, it doesn't matter much.

Lan Yueyue held her hands in front of her chest, and the blue long sword did not withdraw the space ring, but inserted it into the place where her hand came, ready to be released at any time.

Two whirlpools seemed to have been born in Mingyang's pupils, absorbing a few wisps of white light into it, and returning to its usual deep pitch black color again.

After reading the content recorded in this white light, a cold light flashed under Mingyang's eyes.

Zhou Yuan saw that Mingyang seemed to have finished reading, his face still did not change much, his face was bitter, his heart was terrified, and he said tremblingly: "My lord?"

"Hmm~"

Mingyang snorted softly, his eyes stayed on Zhou Yuan, and he shook his head: "Alas, it's a pity." ”

When Zhou Yuan heard this, his head was puzzled, and he didn't understand what Mingyang meant.

I saw Mingyang turn around and leave, Lan Yueyue's slender little hand held the hilt of the sword, and after drawing the sword, she brought up a few traces of yellow sand, which was full of desolation.

Zhou Yuan's pupils shrank sharply, what this meant was self-evident, he really couldn't figure out why he had already proved that they had something to do with the Eastern Sage Xuanzong, and Mingyang and Lan Yueyue still wanted to kill him?

"My lord! Zhou doesn't believe that the adult accountant is more offended than his subordinates, please ask his subordinates where they have offended the adults! ”

After Zhou Yuan finished speaking, he bent down and saluted, asked respectfully, and stretched his neck to Lan Yueyue.

Mingyang skimmed Zhou Yuan, and admired in his heart, this person's scheming is not deep, on the one hand, begging for mercy has the taste of adults not remembering villains, and on the other hand, he directly bowed his head and praised his subordinates, showing a loyal appearance that would rather die than seek the truth.

Such people are the most tactful, if they are really the children of the Eastern Saint Xuanzong and categorically do not care about his previous mistakes, they will appreciate Zhou Yuan very much.

It's a pity that their position is hostile, how can such a person stay?

Han Manghan slashed across Zhou Yuan's neck mercilessly, the cold breath rushed into Zhou Yuan's mind, his pupils swelled violently, and he couldn't imagine why the other party insisted on killing him anyway?

"You~You're not ......"

Zhou Yuan spat out a few words with blood foaming in his mouth, and the whites of his eyes completely lost their vitality, turning into a corpse and falling on the yellow sand.

Add a bit of bleakness.

Mingyang's gaze swept over Zhou Yuan's corpse, and stayed at his neck for a while, there was only a slight scratch on his neck, not a trace of blood spilled, and now Lan Yueyue's proficiency in the use of sword qi was much higher than before.

That sword obviously cut off Zhou Yuan's entire neck, but it was so imperceptible that people couldn't see the scratches on his neck if they didn't look carefully!

Mingyang noticed a cold light looking directly at his neck, and couldn't help but pinch his throat and snort.

Then he grabbed a handful of yellow sand and sprinkled it on Zhou Yuan's neck, clapped his hands after sprinkling, and said flatly: "Okay, now that people have helped you solve it, do whatever you want." ”

"Let's separate here, and we'll meet again in the future. ”

After speaking, he took Lan Yueyue's little hand and turned away, showing his chic.

Liu Ruoruo's lips opened slightly, and she swallowed the words in her mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the backs of the two who were getting farther and farther away, and finally the valley wind rolled up a piece of yellow sand to completely cover the two figures.

"Sister, brother will have such a chic day. ”

Liu Yan watched Mingyang and Lan Yueyue leave, and it was not until the two petite figures were out of his sight that he withdrew his gaze, looked at Liu Ruoruo with a look of admiration and admiration, and said seriously.

The clenched fists clicked, as if to announce that the day was not far away.

"Rock boy, what are your plans? Uncle Zhang asked while disposing of the bodies of the two Zhou families.

"I've decided, I'm going to participate in this election. ”

"However, my purpose is not the so-called miscellaneous disciple!"

When Uncle Zhang heard this, he put down the work in his hand, his eyes flashed with a hint of relief, and said, "Rock boy, do you want to?"

"That's right, my goal is to officially become a disciple of the Eastern Saint Xuanzong!"

Liu Yan said firmly, a blazing flame rose in his eyes, as if it could burn all obstacles, making his cold cheeks full of confidence.

"Brother, come on!"