Leng Qiao looked at Bi Chenxia's nervous expression and walked straight into the cockpit.

Bi Chenxia and Lin Xin followed closely behind, and in the driver's seat, Leng Qiao calmly issued an instruction to Bi Chenxia, who was sitting on the right: "Start the anti-tracking procedure, start the identification program......"

When they arrived in the sky above Peony City, Leng Qiao and the others finally got rid of each other's tracking. Bi Chenxia wiped the cold sweat on her forehead: "They are the people of the night rain and autumn tea, Leng Qiao, how did you provoke them?"

Leng Qiao touched his forehead: "A few days ago, the people they organized wanted to find me, and after I refused, I became a thorn in their side." ”

Lin Xin, who was sitting in the back, looked at Leng Qiao's gaze and became a little puzzled: "Aren't you afraid of them?"

Leng Qiao snorted: "Others know that they are afraid of their strength, so I am not afraid." ”

Lin Xin rubbed his shoulders: "If you join them, why bother asking for hardship?"

Leng Qiao shook his head: "I want to set up my own ability organization after leaving the training camp. This also saves people from being sent to the fence, Lin Xin, do you like to be called around?"

Lin Xin looked at Leng Qiao with a smile: "The ideal is wonderful, but the reality is very boring." I think that before your strength has been raised to a sufficient level, I think these words are mostly a waste of spit. ”

Leng Qiao raised his head proudly: "You...... Look down on me!"

Lin Xin didn't speak anymore, just quietly looked at the ethereal clouds in front of him in a daze.

On the wide street, a narrow figure slowly walked forward in the light of the phantom rose. Under the dim light of the phantom rose, it looks so eye-catching, and in the oppressive atmosphere of Peony City, he walks so persistently.

Leng Qiao walked alone on the lifeless streets, and everywhere he looked, there was endless desolation. I saw that the originally lively street was full of white bones and spider silk, and the scattered goods exuded a ** atmosphere.

A gust of wind hit, and he subconsciously shrank his neck: looking at the current situation, the Shadow Horned Beast should still be nearby.

So where are they now?

Sniffing this unpleasant smell, he couldn't help frowning: he had to tell Lin Xin about the matter here as soon as possible.

He was about to press the intelligent control system on his arm, but he saw a strange person covered in black demonic energy, and suddenly stepped forward and knocked him down.

Leng Qiao turned over and pressed the other party directly under him. The infected's hands were still clutching his neck.

Leng Qiao gasped as he pulled out a dagger from his leg pocket and stabbed him in the chest.

The black hands gradually let go weakly, and Leng Qiao gasped a few times: whether all this was caused by the infected or the dark demon

Horned beast caused?

At this time, dozens of infected people poured out from both sides of the street, and Leng Qiao quietly closed his eyes. The next moment, his eyes were completely replaced by colored light.

A sharp blade emitting a rich multicolored light appeared in his hand, and with a roar, Leng Qiao's figure began to blur.

The blade that condensed the ability of the heart trick turned into a graceful arc of light and circulated on the cold street, like a lotus flower falling from the sky, exuding a heart-palpitating fragrance.

After the sound of dozens of heads falling to the ground, the street fell silent again, and Leng Qiao stood at the corner of the street, looking at some in his hands

A dagger with a dim light. Throw it at the last infected person behind him. Without looking back, he walked towards an "S" shaped building.

The old hanging ladder made a screeching sound in the Appreciation Apartment, and Leng Qiao frowned and rubbed his ears. After a while, he appeared in the room that was nearly familiar.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard an unhurried clapping of hands. A long-haired man in a black trench coat appeared in his sight: "Judging from this situation, you have already practiced the Lotus Heart Technique to a young age?"

Leng Qiao flicked the dust on his body in disgust: "What's the matter with you?"

The long-haired man slowly pulled back the curtain around him: "You mean, this person has nothing to do with me." Then I'll end his life now. ”

The gray curtain gradually rose, revealing a familiar face, and Leng Qiao looked at him nervously: "Uncle Zhairen, you have always acted secretly, how could it fall into their hands?"

Zhou Zhairen coughed a few times, and his voice seemed particularly weak: "Leng Qiao, leave me alone, you go quickly!"

Leng Qiao froze down, and only then did he see his situation clearly. I saw Zhou Zhairen, who was covered in blood, holding his hands high behind his back, and two thin ropes that shimmered with a pale red light hung him tightly on the roof. There seems to be some hard luminous body tied to his chest.

Leng Qiao's gaze as he looked at the long-haired man began to become a little dangerous: "Who are you?

The long-haired man sneered a few times: "Of course I am the number one killer under Master Yi Zhuang, Ning Dongfeng." You don't know what I need, do you?"

Leng Qiao took a step back: "What do you want to do? ”

Ning Dongfeng's voice began to become a little gloomy: "Fill me with garlic less, and hurry up and hand over the lotus heart recipe." Otherwise......"

He raised the remote control in his hand, "I'll show you the power of the Yan Bomb right now." ”

Leng Qiao was about to prepare to counterattack, but he saw that the round bomb on Zhou Zhairen's body suddenly began to flash red, and sent out a danger signal: "Warning...... The Yama bomb will detonate in a minute. ”

Leng Qiao hurriedly threw the frost in his hand at the other party: "Stop......"

Ning Dongfeng pressed the remote control in his hand again without hurry: "I'll say it again, hand over the lotus heart formula, and I can let him live." ”

Leng Qiao's gaze at the other party became sharper: "Why should I believe you?"

Ning Dongfeng laughed: "Yes, you don't have any reason to trust me." However, the person in front of you is the benefactor who once saved you. His life is in my hands...... You don't have a reason not to believe me, do you?"

Leng Qiao anxiously looked at Zhou Zhairen, who was hanging in front of him: "Uncle Zhairen." Don't be afraid, I'll save you. ”

Zhou Zhairen's gaze at Leng Qiao began to become a little blurred: "Don't forget...... I've tried my best to protect you all these years...... For what?"

Ning Dongfeng looked at the colorful light that gradually filled Leng Qiao's eyes, and his heart began to become a little timid: "You...... Stay back. I'll ...... again."

Leng Qiao slowly walked in front of him, stretched out his hand to his forehead, and saw a dazzling light gradually rise. About a few minutes later, a colorful lotus flower blooming with an auspicious aura appeared in front of the two: "Ning Dongfeng, don't you want the lotus heart formula?" Come here and get it!"

The rich colored light shrouded the entire lifeless Peony City, and the black demonic energy that originally walked in the blue sky disappeared without a trace.

The dead red bamboo trees in the city begin to grow new branches and leaves under the reflection of this auspicious light. A life force that has never been there before spreads with the wind.

In the Appreciation of the Rose, Ning Dongfeng was about to use his ability to collect the lotus heart trick, but he saw that the huge lotus flower in front of him suddenly exuded a powerful absorbing power.

He looked at Lotus Xinjue's gaze, and his eyes began to turn greed to fear: "Leng Qiao...... I knew you'd keep a hand, but ......"

Ning Dongfeng's feeble voice was gradually swallowed up by the lotus's powerful ability. Leng Qiao didn't have time to take back the lotus heart, and hurriedly walked to Zhou Zhairen: "Uncle Zhairen, don't move." ”

Zhou Zhairen watched Leng Qiao gradually approach him, and hurriedly shouted to him: "It's too late." Cold Bridge, take this thing. Someday, you'll make a comeback. ”

A wafer emitting a rich blue light was spit out of his mouth and flew straight towards the cold bridge.

Leng Qiao pinched the thin chip in his hand: "What is this?"

The two strings that hung him began to rise suddenly. The ceiling of the roof quickly withdrew in all directions, revealing countless turning blades, and the mournful voice of the cold bridge spread throughout the Peony City: "No, ......"

Zhou Zhairen's figure vaguely appeared in front of his eyes again: "Child, don't be sad because of me, and don't feel guilty because of me." At least, before I left, I had witnessed the sheer power of the Lotus Heart Technique. ”

Leng Qiao's fingers had already been cut into the flesh of his palm, and the blood dripped on the floor along his fist, making a piercing sound, Zhou Zairen looked at Leng Qiao with a smile: "The blue chip in your hand contains all the assets of Biyingzhuang, and some other valuables are in your mother's hands." You should definitely put this property to good use.

Tears made his gaze gradually blurry: "Uncle Zhairen, don't go." ”

Zhou Zhairen's figure gradually became illusory: "Perhaps, after a while." When Biyingzhuang is strong again, you will see another form of me. Goodbye, Cold Bridge!"

The fantastic glow of the lotus heart trick swayed in Leng Qiao's blood and tears, and Leng Qiao looked at the chip in his hand that emitted a faint light. It's hard to accept what just happened: "How can this be ......?"

Compared with roaring, boundless resentment is the most terrible. Now Leng Qiao is on the verge of rage: "Why? Fate is so unfair to me? God, how long are you going to hurt me?"

As if sensing the master's uneasiness, the lotus heart suddenly overflowed with a trace of colorful glow and slowly wrapped the cold bridge.

The cold bridge, which was almost distracted, gradually calmed down, and the originally mournful roar began to become muffled. The fluttering petals of the lotus heart gently touched his pale face. The wave-like rainbow quietly soothed this wounded heart, as if it was sighing, as if it was lamenting, as if it was complaining, and as if it was hating......

Feelings can support a person's life, but they can also destroy a person's soul.

Leng Qiao quietly felt the soothing of the lotus heart formula, and sat weakly in the petals of the lotus heart formula.

As Leng Qiao's mood gradually calmed down, the lotus-colored glow began to slowly converge, and when the illusory light shone through the broken window onto Leng Qiao's slightly haggard face, two figures appeared on the street in front of the Appreciation Pavilion.

Lin Xin looked at a large body lying on the ground in disbelief, and took two steps forward to catch up with Bi Chenxia: "You said that these people were killed by Brother Leng Qiao?

Bi Chenxia shook her head lightly: "The source of the ability is here, just now...... That air of despair, yes, he was right. Leng Qiao, how many secrets are hidden in you? It makes this piece of the world tremble for you. ”