She remembered that on the night of her sixth birthday, Yan Yu'er came to steal her midnight hairpin, was injured by her, and was rescued by a Jindan monk......

The long wind blew, and the cold aura emitted by the black-clothed people in the square made people shiver, and the players scattered far away, looking frightened.

Knowing that the comer was not good, several deacons on the stage sacrificed their weapons, and their eyes were fixed on this dangerous unknown person.

Chu Xiaoyue helped the Nine Elders up slightly and leaned on Chu Chuangrui, so that Xiao Baiqiao could better use the water spiritual power to treat him.

Since the crossing, she has been extremely cautious step by step, for fear that she will have serious consequences due to her changing the plot, but she didn't expect that such a frightening step by step could not avoid the tragedy.

The Ninth Elder went to the Yan family because of her.

Chu Xiaoyue stood up, the clenched roots of her teeth making the muscles of her cheeks tense.

She is extremely talented, and her spiritual sense is far stronger than that of monks of the same level.

She could feel Chu Chuangrui sobbing silently.

She could feel the Ninth Elder's almost imperceptible breathing.

She could feel that Xiao Baiqiao was using a large amount of spiritual power to treat the dilapidated body of the Nine Elders.

And all these feelings were tearing at her nerves.

Her eyes were extremely cold, looking at the center of the square from afar, and there was a thick murderous aura on her whole body.

Xiao Shiyu was looking at her, he had never seen her like this, both heavy and cold, full of anger.

In his heart, the girl has always been confident and determined, so happy, always smiling on her face, the light in her eyes seems to have bright colors, her fleshy little mouth, the corners of her mouth are always raised when she laughs, and she laughs with two small pear vortices, as if to tell you that I like to laugh so much.

Now, however, a layer of ice had been quenched on her face.

He knew how much she valued the Chu family.

And now, witnessing the Nine Elders' miserable situation, I don't know how much hatred she will have in her heart.

Chu Xiaoyue stood on the high platform with an expressionless face, the corners of her skirt flying, looking down at the black figure in the square.

"What do you want to inherit?"

The black-clothed ghost smiled, "It's good that you figure it out, save me a lot of trouble." ”

She lowered her eyes slightly, hiding a dark red under her eyes, "But I want something to make up for my loss." ”

The ghost-faced man is indispensable, "Just an ant, also talk to me about the conditions, what do you want?"

The girl coldly spat out a sentence, word by word.

"If you hurt my Chu family, I will want you, your life!"

When the words fell, Chu Xiaoyue glanced at Xiao Shiyu quickly, and her figure flew away suddenly, the ghost-faced man didn't expect her cultivation to be so low, and she dared to take the initiative to make a move, and she reacted a step late, and when he was about to draw his sword, he only felt that an earth-shattering force mixed with the power of destroying the world came towards him.

"Hum—"

Huo Ran, the old man of Chu who was in retreat, opened his eyes, flashed again, and appeared in the study of the main mansion.

Song Qingyuan, who was processing the official documents, saw him and immediately stood up in surprise.

"Father, are you out of the customs?"

Old Man Chu asked, "What about Xiaoyue, can she be in the academy now?"

Song Qingyuan shook his head and said, "At this time, I am participating in the small competition in the Purple Pole Academy. ”

She wanted to ask again, but saw that Old Man Chu's figure had disappeared in place.

Song Qingyuan frowned, took out a communication talisman and sent it to Lu Ji.

In the Purple Pole Academy Plaza.

The black-clothed ghost spurted out a mouthful of stinky black blood, and in front of him, the black-clothed man was blown up and flown up, and the flesh and blood on his chest were blurred, as if a big hole had been blown up, and a pool of dirty blood on the ground, mixed with minced meat, emitted a foul smell.

However, the strange thing is that such a serious injury, even Jindan Dacheng can't bear it, this ghost-faced man is still standing firmly!

The light in the square flashed, Xiao Shiyu pulled Chu Xiaoyue and appeared on the high platform in an instant, his brows were furrowed tightly, and his face was very ugly, "Directly use the treasure talisman of the Yuanying power, you are too risky!"

Chu Xiaoyue's blood and qi surged, and she couldn't control her cough twice, and suddenly a wisp of blood foam flowed out of the corner of her mouth.

With just one blow, she flew away, and directly used the treasure talisman left to her by the old man Chu, the treasure talisman was huge, she used the defensive barrier of the flint Aya, and Xiao Shiyu grabbed her who rushed forward by inertia, and took her away from the blasting center, but she still suffered a lot of impact.

The treasure talisman she used, the cooperation between them, was almost the strongest attack she could do.

Of course, she knew the power of the Yuan Infant Talisman, but as long as she could kill this person, it didn't hurt to pay a little price.

After all, this person is Brother Jindan, she just has the strength to build a foundation, and she has not yet stabilized her cultivation, and she is not so arrogant that she thinks that she can kill Brother Jindan with her own strength alone.

She lifted her eyes to look at the ghost-faced man, the back of her hand slowly wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.

A Jindan monk, why is the skin so thick!

Old Man Chu's Yuan Infant Treasure Talisman can't blow him up?

Her palms covered the storage bag again, and the bright red blood stains on the back of her white hands were extremely dazzling.

"Today, he must die!"

The ghost-faced man shook, although he was seriously injured, but his life was not in danger, he spat out a mouthful of dirty blood, and cursed, "Little beast of the Chu family, today is your death date!"

However, before his words fell, a white figure appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

With the aura of wind and thunder, Jian Feng went straight to his front door!

"Qiang—"

The black-clothed ghost-faced man hurriedly raised his sword to block, but the white-robed young man countered it with his sword and staggered back two or three steps.

A silver light flashed across the blade and slashed at the sword that collided with it, shaking the black-clothed man's mouth numb.

"Arrogant junior! With your qi cultivation and cultivation, you dare to come and die!"

Xiao Shiyu has a clear face and excellent facial features, but he has such a face, which looks very ruthless when his face is expressionless.

At this time, he was very close to the man in black, looking at the ghost face tightly, and in his narrow eyes, the dark pupils faintly flashed with dark red light.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and an extremely bloodthirsty sneer rose.

That look, as if a demon god had descended into the world, the ghost-faced man was shocked for a moment, and a layer of cold sweat rose on his back.

"She wants you to die today, and you must, must, die!"

"No ......"

Without waiting for the ghost-faced man to speak, Xiao Shiyu turned his fingers, and three drops of essence blood submerged into the spirit sword.

A thunderclap suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

"Boom—"

Under the dome, white light exploded, and without warning, thunder seemed to slash at everyone's heart, the earth trembled, and the sky seemed to crack.

Everyone only felt that their eyes lit up, and they immediately lost their sight, and there were exclamations everywhere, and when they looked again after recovering their sight in the middle of the night-

The figure of the young man has returned to the high platform, the long jade body stands between heaven and earth, the robe is clean and clean, the white clothes are blown by the crazy spiritual power around the body, and a wisp of black hair is scattered from the jade crown, hanging down along the peak of the sword eyebrows, the tips of the hair are blown slightly swinging, but the slightest drop is not noticed, the whole person is proud of the god of the earth, and like the demon of the abyss.