Everything returned to calm, a few broken flowers and plants slowly drifted over the sunken ravine in front of Yan Qianxue, and the thin dust undulated on the ground like a tide, showing desolation.

There was also an exceptionally dead silence in the attic, and they all saw the battle just now. The throbbing power constantly set off big waves in their hearts, surging and impacting their cognition.

Zhao Xin carried a spear wrapped in white cloth and rushed over with Sano, Lang Qing and Jiang Tao.

"Miss Xue, I heard that you were in trouble, so you hurried over, what about the group of people who were looking for trouble?" Zhao Xin was a little panting, and his chest rose and fell.

Sano swallowed and asked, "yes, are you all right?"

Yan Qianxue looked at the foreheads of several people with groups of sweat beads, and said with a smile: "It's okay, let you worry about it." ”

Lang Qing gasped a few times, and almost couldn't slow down and died. He stepped forward and patted Sano's back, his hand was like an orchid, and he complained: "Really! What do you say, Brother Tian's girlfriend is in danger, and he has to pull people over, and he almost dies of exhaustion!"

"As the saying goes, I'm not afraid of 10,000, just in case! Jiang Tao said calmly, without a trace of panting.

Yan Qianxue's heart was sweet when she heard this, and the bright smile on her face became more and more intense.

"You're really good at talking, let's go back. After speaking, she rode the wind, her hair was raised, her posture was exquisite, the world was intoxicating, and the fragrance was scattered.

Several people beside him were attracted by the beautiful posture of the closed flowers and the moon, and they were also drunk by the fragrance of the nose, and they all walked in the direction of the teaching and cultivation building of the Ping Yuan.

A handsome, slender man in a black trench coat leans his back against the attic wall.

He hooked his finger on the trigger, spinning the white pistol on his finger, and the long black hair on the right side of the tip of his nose rose slightly.

"Interesting!" His pitch-black pupils were as dark as a black hole, and a white cold light suddenly flashed in his inky pupils, and the cold momentum was instantly exposed.

This person's name is Chai Xiu, his identity is secret, his real strength is unknown, he is an extremely strong character, and he is respected as the god of guns by the people of Pingyuan.

There are all kinds of masters hidden in the courtyard, and it is a place where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. The reason for this was naturally the same as Ling Tian's, with the identity of a bounty.

Compared with immortal cultivators, there is a world of difference. Bounties can be obtained by doing quests to obtain a large amount of money and herbs, which is dozens of times better than simply cultivating in the sect, but relatively risking their lives.

In the Roselle Continent, those who are confident in their own strength will choose to become bounties, but the cultivation time in the sect will be drastically reduced, so most of the bounties will choose to enter the flat courtyard of the Shenyue Sect.

Because you can freely control the entry and exit times here, there are no restrictions.

A small child looked at Yan Qianxue and the others who were drifting away, and the expression on his face looked very delicate, as if he was a petite Lori.

The man has long blue hair that skews to the left, covering one eye. He was wearing a long blue robe, and he looked very weak and weak.

His blue pupils flashed suddenly, and his delicate and gentle face suddenly revealed a hideous and sinister arc, as if he was a demon who had fallen into hell.

"Qualified......!

A creepy aura emanated from his petite body, causing the people around him to flee in panic.

This person's name is Gong Hong, one of the five heavenly kings of the Ping Yuan, with special abilities and strong strength.

In the secluded cave, the frosty cold air once again covered the sky.

The ground around is uneven and full of ravines. The crumbles are messy, the gravel is messy, and it can be described as a mess.

The boulders are horizontal, towering into walls, and the originally vast area is mixed with many fragmented boulders.

Bursts of crisp dripping sounds echo each other and weave into a lively and pleasant music.

Bingyue sat here, Ling Tian's head resting on her plump white legs, and the light like a stream of water poured on Ling Tian's face through the thick cold air.

Her silver hair hung down on her white legs, and the sound of even breathing sounded softly from Ling Tianying's nose, like the sound of a gurgling stream.

At this moment, Ling Tian's face was peaceful, and there were no other expressions on his delicate and flawless face, as if it was as beautiful as a spotless fairy flower, which made Bingyue fall into it.

After going through many hardships, her perception of Ling Tian has been turned upside down. This man who is usually sloppy and has extremely evil words has repeatedly protected himself.

Although there are many barriers between them, after experiencing the danger of life and death, how can she deal with this self-improvement and heroic man?

She has seen countless men since she was a child, but this kind of self-sacrificing, cold-hearted, tenacious, and awe-inspiring man, she has met for the first time.

Maybe she couldn't really see through this man, but her heartbeat was racing at the moment, but her glamorous face was stained with a charming and moving flush.

In Ling Tian's dream......

In a four-walled garden.

The red sun is shining, and the chirping birds are high and low.

The peach blossoms are red and cherry, fluttering slowly, and the tender petals are dancing under the joy of the birds, which makes people breathtaking.

The high white walls around the place are planted with peach trees, and in early spring, the peach blossoms bloom and the petals flutter from time to time to send a sincere wish to this desolate land.

A child in a white robe holds a book in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, reciting poems and writing in the garden.

The sound of Qinghong is full of ears, like a hearty long song.

Not long after, he placed the pen in his hand on the ground, and his body stood on the ground like a tall stake. Then he spread his legs, straightened his chest and abdomen, bent his knees, and squatted in a regular manner.

Time passed, the sun was shining, and beams of blazing light baked on him, making him sweat all over.

Drops of sweat glowing white in the golden sun splashed on the ground, dotting the flat stone floor with several water drops.

A sound of breaking wind echoed through the wall directly in front of him, and then a dust-breaking child in a purple robe stood on the towering wall.

The child smiled happily and grinned at the child who was walking on the horse: "My brother is practicing martial arts again, it's really amazing!"

Seeing this, the younger brother stood up and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead like heavy rain.

"Let my brother laugh, compared to my brother, I'm just a three-legged cat's kung fu. The younger brother knew that the elder brother was deliberately complimenting him, but he did not need such false compliments.

The elder brother jumped down and shook up a cloud of dust.

"My brother is so humble. The elder brother walked up to his younger brother and said calmly.

The younger brother's immature face was full of doubts, and he asked, "How can my brother have time to find me today?

ps: Another chapter is coming as promised, I hope you have a lot of fun reading it.