As soon as Taihao Zhenren died, the position of the Lord of Zhanlu Peak was instantly vacant, although Shen Yuheng was the personal inheritance of Taihao Zhenren, but because he couldn't get the approval of Zhanlu Sword, he naturally couldn't attack Zhanlu's name.

And her cultivation is still too low, and she can't take over the position of the master of Zhanlu Peak, but fortunately, the population of Zhanlu Peak is simple, and it is okay if there is no peak master for the time being.

"Cheap woman, you dare to come back!" The person opposite was wearing a cloak with a hood covering most of his face, and his face was covered with a thick white veil, revealing only a pair of eyes, but those eyes were also mostly covered by the shadow of the hood, and only a piece of skin that had festered was faintly revealed.

Shen Yuheng only felt that this voice was familiar, and he didn't think about it after thinking about it for a long time, but no matter whether he thought about it or not, this girl's behavior was too arrogant!

Shen Yuheng was about to speak, but when he saw that the man raised his hand and slapped Shen Yuheng, but Shen Yuheng was still followed by Adou and Xue Qianzhong, who was not a person with fast eyes and hands?

I saw that Adou's hand grabbed her wrist in an instant, as if he was going to break her wrist.

Her black robe hung down a little, but she saw that her wrists were full of dense pus, and pus was still flowing in some places, which was extremely disgusting to look at.

Shen Yuheng suddenly remembered someone.

Qingjiu, the girl she fed Huanyan Dan.

Adou shook off Qingjiu's wrist in disgust, and she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Qingjiu took a few steps back, stabilized his body, and stared at Shen Yuheng with a pair of eyes resentful.

It's all the slut's fault! If it weren't for her, how could she be in such a situation?

Her current embarrassment is all due to Shen Yuheng!

Shen Yuheng really didn't expect Qingjiu to be able to toss herself like this, to make herself like this, how vicious is her mind?!

"Why don't I dare? It's just your own fault. Shen Yuheng never felt that she was wrong to treat Qingjiu like that, she was vicious, and she had to be ready to bear the consequences.

No one should be allowed to be bullied.

Those who insult others will always be humiliated. It's all a cycle of cause and effect, and retribution is unpleasant.

"Shen Yuheng! you wait!" Qingjiu gritted her teeth, and wanted to kill Shen Yuheng alive in her heart, and suddenly, there were a few more pus pockets on her body, and a faint stench came from her.

The stench was smelled by herself, and she couldn't bear it herself, so she hurriedly ran away, and the stench gradually dissipated with Qingjiu's running away, Shen Yuheng shrugged his shoulders and didn't take it to heart.

The head of the house is called, and she is still in a hurry.

Xuanyuan side hall.

Since Shen Yuheng entered, it was the first time he had seen the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The appearance is beautiful, and he is dressed in luxurious clothes full of jewels, but these luxurious and excessive clothes are suppressed by his temperament.

As if the sun was scorching, he raised his hand and every move, and he was noble.

Only a sword can match such a person!

- Peerless Sword, Chunjun!

"Sit. Sikong Chunjun raised his hand and motioned for Shen Yuheng to sit down.

Shen Yuheng sat below him as he said.

"There's no need to be so restrained here, I'm not a person who pays attention to so many stinky rules, I heard that you brought back the Zhanlu Sword?" Sikong Chunjun pulled the placket of his shirt casually, half of his body was crooked on the chair, and asked with a smile.

There are seven swords in the Wanjian Gate that are treasures handed down from the flood period, Chunjun, Zhanlu, Tai'a, Chengying, Chixiao, Pangang, and Qixing Longyuan, and these seven swords are in the hands of the peak masters, and the people who inherit the sword must also inherit the name of the sword, so the masters of each peak are all using the sword as the road number.

A hundred years ago, He Zhanlu, the peak master of Zhanlu Peak, disappeared, and the whereabouts of Zhanlu Sword have been unknown since then, so no one can attack the name of Zhanlu.

"Yes, the disciple met the Zhanlu Peak Lord at the intersection of spaces, and the master entrusted the Zhanlu Sword to me, and asked me to find a person named Feng Guiyun. Shen Yuheng handed out the Zhanlu sword and said.

The Zhan Lu Sword was dull in her hands, like a piece of scrap iron, and if it was in the hands of someone approved by Zhan Lu, it would reveal an invincible demeanor.

"Since he thinks you can find Feng Guiyun, then you can keep Zhanlu. He glanced at Zhan Lujian, one leg on the other, his toes slightly cocked, it was obviously a rude action, but it didn't seem rude at all when he asked him to do it, as if it should be like this.

Shen Yuheng accepted the Zhanlu Sword as he said, but he was even more curious about the identity of Feng Guiyun.

Sikong Chunjun crossed Erlang's legs, brushed his loose hair with one hand, and as soon as his hand was raised, his wide sleeves naturally hung down, revealing an arm tattooed with a dragon pattern.

"Oh, the little girl wants to know who Feng Guiyun is?" Sikong Chunjun pulled the placket of his clothes again, revealing a large white chest, "Kiss me and I'll tell you how?"

He has a very beautiful face, but he is not tough, and at the moment he smiles with frivolity but not rudeness.

Before Shen Yuheng came, he was told that the head of the house has always been unreliable, and if the head said something out of tune, even if he didn't hear it.

It's just that she didn't expect Sikong Chunjun's unreliability to be so serious.

She didn't know what to do for a moment.

Behind him, there was a sudden sound of breaking the sky, and Bingling rushed towards Sikong Chunjun's face door with lightning speed, but he was caught by his two fingers, and as soon as he tightened it, Bingling broke into two.

"Tsk, you're also rude, I can't complain that she looks down on you. Sikong Chunjun threw away the ice and stood up from his seat, most of his loose clothes falling off, revealing his thin shoulders.

He curled the ends of his hair with one hand, as if smiling.

Xue Qianzhong's palms were cold, and his face, which had been expressionless, finally changed.

Resentment, but still a little fear.

Not because of Sikong Chunjun, but from Shen Yuheng who was standing in front of him.

His eyes glanced at her, but he could only see her back.

Shen Yuheng didn't dare to interject a word, the two of them looked like they knew each other, and the person who could reach the cultivation level was no longer something she could put her beak.

"Are you not satisfied? You said that in her heart, could it be that she is actually pretending to be someone else?" With a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, Sikong Chunjun licked the corner of his mouth, and the words he said made Xue Qianzhong's eyes widen instantly, and in those eyes that had always been like stagnant water, there was finally the first emotion.

Fear.

His heart was in a panic, and he had already taken Shen Yuheng far away with him as soon as he shrank into inches.

Sikong Chunjun flicked his sleeves, and the corners of his mouth always had a smile on his lips.

Tsk, these two people have a long way to go!

Shen Yuheng only felt that in a flash, he had already been taken far away by Xue Qianzhong.

His posture was unprecedentedly embarrassed, and he looked at her with a nervous face,

"No... Abandon—" He tugged at the corner of her coat uneasily, a pleading look in his eyes.

Please, please, don't forsake me.

You can hate me.

You can hate me.

You can kill me.

You can ruin everything I have.

But please don't forsake me.

I'm not a good person.

But I'm not a bad person.

Please, don't abandon me!(To be continued.) )