Jiang Changan didn't understand where this inexplicable pain came from. But he knew that he must have seen this man somewhere, someone who was very important in his life.

It wasn't until another sudden pain that Jiang Changan was pulled out of that silent world.

The wind continued to blow, and people continued to talk and joke. All things in heaven and earth seem to be reconciled and restored to their original appearance.

Jiang Changan swallowed his saliva with difficulty, pinched his thighs hard, and realized that everything just now was just an illusion, and he heard his own voice again, and also heard the sound of the wind, the sound of water, and the sound of noisy people.

A man in the crowd behind him was shouting to the people under the Bodhi tree: "Boy, did you hide that stone spirit? Hurry up and hand it over, spare you from death!"

Jiang Changan froze suddenly, what happened just now?

He obviously felt that time seemed to have passed thousands of years, but in the end, it was condensed in a glance, a moment of lightning and flint, countless illusions.

"Is that an illusion or not?"

For some reason, Jiang Changan always felt that feeling was extremely real, as if he had really been to that place before, and had really heard Buddhist chanting.

What's even more incredible is that he has now completely devoured the soul of the Great Demon Mirror Demon Ghost Fox, and it can be said that he is the ancestor of the illusion, if everything is really an illusion, even if he can't get rid of it, he can at least see some clues.

But the pain just now is really real, and even now the pain on his body is unbearable, and it can never be reached by the illusion.

The man in white under the tree stood with cold eyes.

Only in an instant, the man in white seemed to appear out of thin air, and the instantaneous change in his aura immediately attracted everyone's attention, and dozens of burning eyes focused on him in an instant, but he couldn't bear to alarm the surrounding grass and trees, and his casual expression seemed to not care about the life and death of everyone in front of him.

Except for Jiang Chang'an!

Everyone was amazed and discovered strange things, and the two masters were also surprised by the cause and effect.

They noticed that the man in white was staring motionlessly at one part of the crowd, and at that moment, everyone followed the man's line of sight and looked at Jiang Changan, who was standing in the crowd.

Suddenly, everyone speculated about the relationship between the two.

Seeing that there was no response from the other side, the man who shouted just now felt that he couldn't hold face on his face, and immediately took out a ring-headed scimitar and rushed towards the man.

He sighed and shook his head: "If you live well, why die?"

The man who pulled out the knife was like an arrow from the string, and his figure left a series of false figures in place-

Jiang Changan was secretly surprised, this person's realm had already entered the middle stage of the Vientiane Realm, but the news was like the wind, and the momentum was like a galloping horse.

This kind of body is as if it has the posture of the Great Perfection of Vientiane!

But an even more terrifying scene appeared-

I saw that the man was not close to the man in white within three meters, and he seemed to have been slapped in the face. It quickly flew upside down, flew over everyone's heads and necks, fell heavily thirty meters away, and landed into a handful of snow.

The snow melts and seeps into the soil, making the nutrients that the wild grass desperately needs.

And the man in white didn't move from beginning to end.

Jiang Changan had never seen a person who could die so elegantly, without a drop of blood, without a cry of pain, and died silently, as if he had never appeared.

The corners of the man in white's mouth did not fluctuate, and there was no sadness or joy on his face. It seems that what has just been wiped out is not a living life at all, just an innocuous fly and insect.

It was so calm, and this calmness made everyone present feel palpitations.

The wind of early autumn is whistling, and the cultivators are not afraid of the cold winter and heat, but at this moment, it is like being in a cold day, and the chill is biting.

Suddenly, the man in white slowly raised his right hand, and everyone's hearts trembled, and he took half a step back, in unison.

Who knew that the two green onion white jade fingers on his hand pointed at Jiang Chang'an, and he was about to say something, but he hung down again.

As soon as he lifted and fell, a chill swirled around him. It's like standing in the cold wind with your clothes stripped off, cold from your heels to the top of your head.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have long wanted to turn around and flee from this corner.

Jiang Changan didn't believe in evil, broke free from the empty obstruction, strode forward, walked under the tree, stopped three meters beside the man, and said with a smile: "I don't know if I have luck, within three meters of the son?"

The man in white turned his head to look over, without a trace of surprise at Jiang Changan's behavior, and said lightly: "Yes." ”

This word is indescribably clear and beautiful, although the voice is not loud, but it easily reaches the ears of everyone in the Nituo Temple.

Jiang Changan raised his legs and walked over, his brows slowly tightened. For some reason, I suddenly had the illusion of being separated from the world. It seems that I have been waiting for thousands of years for this step.

These few steps are not hurried or slow, just like a normal person.

Jiang Changan stood beside him, didn't ask his name, and stood side by side, the man in white was tall, but he was an inch shorter than Jiang Changan.

Under the Bodhi tree, two white clothes stand side by side, the sunset sprinkles through the interlaced gaps in the leaves, and keeps jumping on the shoulders of the two.

This station stood until the moon on the branch in the evening, although the people in the temple wanted to know the whereabouts of the stone spirit, but they did not see the shadow of the stone spirit for several hours, and they also felt that the boredom was all gone.

The man in white finally turned his head to look at the man who was slightly taller than him, and said flatly, "Thank you." ”

"Thank you for what?" Jiang Changan said with a smile.

"Thank you for not telling the whereabouts of the stone spirit, you clearly saw that the stone spirit was collected by me, but you didn't say it, if you said it just now, I'm afraid that the people of the Cold Iron Alliance and Nituo Temple would not disperse so easily. The man still had an unfazed expression, as if there were few things in this world that could make him feel emotional.

"Huh. Jiang Changan laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I should take it for granted to laugh at this, what good is it for me to say it? There are so many masters and strong people on the field, even if I say it, it can't be mine for the stone spirits to fight around?"

"You're not afraid of me?" said the man in white.

"Why should I be afraid of you?" Jiang Changan said with a smile.

"They're all afraid of me. The man in white said.

Jiang Changan understood that they were not referring to the people in the courtyard, but to everyone.

Jiang Changan said: "You also said it, that's them." ”

"But ......" Jiang Changan smiled even more happily, and actually leaned an inch into his ear, and said: "I, Jiang Changan, am not afraid of men, but I am afraid of women, and what I am most afraid of is women, especially a beautiful woman like a girl......"

The man in white was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes were cold, but Jiang Chang'an had already stood back in place, and said: "The Nituo Temple and the Han Tiemeng that the girl just said refused to let you go, but they didn't say Linxian Peak, and since we entered the backyard, the two holy concubines of the Blue Bird and White Kite have automatically retreated, presumably the girl should be a person from Linxian Peak, and there has never been a man in Linxian Peak." ”

"That's all?"

Jiang Changan smiled: "There is also the smell of the girl's body, others may not be able to smell it, but I am so close to the girl that I know very well, it is a faint body fragrance." ”

"Fallacy, isn't there a man who has body odor?"

"There are a lot of men, like me, you must have smelled this just now. Jiang Changan said cheekily.

But the next moment, his tone changed, he looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "What makes me most sure is the feeling, have we met somewhere, why do I feel so familiar with you?"

The woman in white didn't answer, and said, "The more you know, the faster you will die, the stone spirit will be kept by Linxian Peak for the time being, and there will be a period later." ”

I didn't know how to move, and the whole figure disappeared directly in place, and I vaguely saw a tail of white light in the sky, which flashed away. Jiang Changan smiled: "I hope to see you next time, it can be the true face of the girl!"