This time, when Ao Fenggu and Huang Bingyu met, nothing happened, and the students of the Martial Arts Academy were a little disappointed and returned to the church to continue their classes and practice.

However, the gossip of Ao Fenggu and Huang Bingyu is spread all over the sky.

The instructors are still strict, the treacherous little traders in the snack street are still short of pounds and pounds, and the janitor is still so strict, and the days seem to have changed little.

Hong Liangliang spent a lot of money to get through the relationship and became the youngest vice president in the history of the student union, one day, when he walked through the tree-lined path in front of the alchemy hall with seven or eight deacons of the student union, a yellow leaf fell on his shoulder, Hong Liangliang picked up the yellow leaf and looked at it, only to find that it was autumn.

For some reason, the youngest vice president of the student union suddenly became poetic, telling everyone that he wanted to compose a poem, and in the eyes of everyone looking forward to it, Hong Liangliang held back for a long time, but only said "ah......".

The deacons of the student council were silent.

One of them suddenly clapped his hands, "Good poetry, good poetry!" and the rest of the people applauded.

Hong Liangliang kicked the group of sycophants away, looked up at the yellowing leaves on the trees, and thought that time was really fast.

A slender figure walked by, and Hong Liangliang shouted, "Yiyi!"

Huang Yiyi, who was holding the teaching ginseng, turned around, under the shade of the mottled tree, the young girl was as beautiful as a painting, Hong Liangliang ran over, with a smile on her face, "I'll help you get the book." ”

"No, no need, the sect house of the Fu Dao system is in the east, and it is not on the way with you. She smiled slightly, revealing her neat and beautiful teeth.

"I don't have classes in the morning. Hong Liangliang still enthusiastically helped her hold the heavy books and walked with her to the teaching house of the Fu Dao Department.

In the blink of an eye, it has been almost half a year since I came to the martial arts academy, Huang Yimei has entered the swordsmanship department, Duan Lei is in the physical arts department, and the former classmates of the East Courtyard Primary School have their own lives and circles, although they will occasionally get together, reminisce about their lives in the East Courtyard, talk about some interesting things they encountered, talk about jokes, but everyone can feel that they have begun to slowly become distant.

And this kind of party, Ao Fenggu only participated in it once, and he didn't stay long before he was taken away by Senior Sister Houshan.

After that, when the people gathered, they never called out to him again.

It's not because of dislike or rejection, but because the gap between everyone and him has become bigger and bigger, and the gap between realm and strength brings an invisible pressure, which can almost overwhelm people.

is only the most ironclad with him, Hong Liangliang, who is still hot.

When talking about Ao Fenggu, Hong Liangliang thought for a while and said, "I don't know how he is doing in the back mountain." ”

"It must be very good, I heard that the dean himself is leading him to practice. Huang Yiyi said.

Hong Liangliang looked envious, "No wonder it's only been more than two months, and he has already broken through to the late stage of the Nine Stars, his speed is ...... I really don't want people to live. ”

Huang Yiyi smiled, "Lord Dean is very powerful, and Feng Gu is also very strong, if it were us, I'm afraid it wouldn't have such an effect." ”

"You're still liking him, aren't you?" Hong Liangliang suddenly asked.

Huang Yiyi was stunned in place, a gust of autumn wind rose, rustling on the treetops, she brushed the slightly messy hair around her ears, and hugged the book in Hong Liangliang's hand, "It's almost class, I'll go in first." ”

She blended into the hurried young men and women, stepped up the steps, and entered the Fu Dao Hall.

Hong Liangliang snorted, and suddenly wanted to write a sad poem, but found that he still couldn't write it, and finally suddenly remembered a sentence he saw out of nowhere, and read softly, "A girl's feelings are always poetry." ”

Outside the Martial Academy, since the last time Huang Bingyu came to challenge, a clearing has been carved out, and now, two rows of houses have been built on this clearing land, most of which are shops and inns, and a wide street is directly connected to the foot of the mountain.

The highest inn is opened by Boss Yuan of Wanxiang Restaurant, the business is booming, only a little more than a month after the store opened, it has brought him more than 2,000 gold income, Boss Yuan will run here these days, ready to sell silk cloth next to the shop also down.

When he was checking the accounts, he suddenly frowned, and asked the guy, "Why is there an extra five hundred gold?"

The guy pointed to the Tianzi room upstairs and said in a low voice, "There is a guest officer, who is very generous, and he gave 500 gold as soon as he came, saying that he was going to prepare for permanent residence." ”

Five hundred gold can buy that Tianzi house, Boss Yuan thought about it, and ordered, "This kind of person is either rich or expensive, we can't afford to provoke it, you must be careful to serve." ”

The guy said helplessly, "Xiao naturally knows, but the guest said that no matter what happens, no one is allowed to disturb him." ”

"How long have you been staying?" asked Boss Yuan suspiciously.

The guy thought for a while, "It's been almost half a month, I haven't seen her come out, I haven't eaten or drunk for so long, and I haven't seen her in the thatched house, if it weren't for the lights coming on every night, I would even suspect that she was dead inside." ”

Boss Yuan shouted softly, "Don't talk nonsense, be careful that trouble comes out of your mouth, you can clear the valley, that's the power of a martial artist!"

In the first room of Tianzi, the window is open, and a paper crane flapps its wings and lands on the windowsill.

A woman in red, who has taken a paper butterfly, her cultivation is unfathomable, her eyebrows are raised, and she has a sense of sharpness.

The woman in red reached out and took the paper crane and spread it out on the table in front of her, with a line of words written on the paper: "The high priest of the half-orc king's tent, Hu Yanbo, is dead." ”

The woman in red frowned slightly, and the piece of paper burned for no reason, turning into a pile of ashes.

She took out a piece of brocade silk and wrote the words Hu Yanbo on it.

There is a list of names on the brocade, and the first one is the old lady of the Zhang family.

The people on the brocade silk are all people who have made great contributions to the Phoenix clan in the Dragon and Phoenix War, and now, they are all dead.

It's kind of unbelievable to be killed.

And that assassin, whose identity has been confirmed, is none other than Ao Fenggu, the remnant of the dragon clan.

The murderer who assassinated more than a dozen meritorious and loyal ministers of the Phoenix clan is still alive and sound, which is something that the Phoenix clan will never allow.

What's more, the murderer is still the Seven Princes of the Dragon Clan.

Ao Fenggu must die.

A fierce killing intent flashed in the eyes of the woman in red, but she was very puzzled in her heart, except for the back mountain and the martial arts courtyard, a radius of dozens of miles was within the range of her spiritual exploration, not to mention a big living person, even if it was a mosquito entering and exiting, she could clearly perceive it.

"How did he get out?

If Ao Fenggu wants to kill someone, he will inevitably walk out of the back mountain and leave the martial arts academy, in that case, he will never escape her detection, but he has traveled thousands of miles under his nose.

"Hmph, you dare to go out, without the protection of the Martial Academy, you are just looking for death!"

(End of chapter)