Regarding Qi Zhiming's death, Zhao Yiran did not have any heartache or anger, although he also belonged to the White Horse Academy, but this kind of villain has always been tolerated by the White Horse Academy, not to mention that today he did such a rebellious thing as betraying his master after he said that kind of thing.

However, Qi Zhiming, who had struggled for a long time before dying tragically, and the bloodstains all over the ground made Yang Rongxun, Jiang Huajie, and Xia Zijian tremble.

It turns out that the eldest lady can really ignore herself.

Yes, in their hearts, they are students of White Horse Academy after all, and if something happens, Zhao Yiran will definitely help them, so Yang Rongxun was so confident before.

Does Zhao Yiran really have the strength to protect them?

The answer is yes.

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"Is there enough trouble?" Wang Xiaohu repeated Zhao Yiran's words in his mouth, and laughed: "Lao Tzu is angry that this Liangzhou City is turned upside down today, you ask me if I have made enough trouble?"

"Don't say that this young sect master is bullying. Wang Xiaohu took out the second paper sword in the bag and continued: "It's too late for you to regret it now, wouldn't it be happy to be the future sect master wife of my Jade Sect Sect?"

"I asked you if you had made enough trouble?" Zhao Yiran still looked at Wang Xiaohu calmly, and continued without answering his words.

Wang Xiaohu was a little embarrassed, he didn't expect that the paper sword just now had shown such power, and the chick in front of him still didn't give in, so he was even more interested but also more angry.

"Do you want to die?" he looked at Zhao Yiran in a somewhat unkind tone, and the threat in his tone was self-evident.

He actually didn't want to make a move, firstly, he fell in love with this chick, and secondly, the paper sword was too precious, even if he used two in a row, it was a little distressing.

"Then do you want to die?" but he didn't expect Zhao Yiran to remain unmoved.

"Fuck you little bitch, toast and don't eat and drink, then go with Old Man Xu!" Wang Xiaohu roared wildly, and was about to throw the paper sword into the air to get rid of this group of hateful guys.

But he found that his hand was no longer under his control, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move the slightest.

A grass-yellow rune paper landed at his feet.

There was a strange pattern densely drawn on the paper, and Wang Xiaohu didn't recognize what it was.

It was a talisman, a binding character.

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Countless thousands of years ago, on the Endless Continent, no meteorite had landed in the mortal world.

Humans still live a life of drinking blood, and hundreds of people are a tribe when they come together. They have a clear division of labor, some hunt prey, some build houses, some grow the most primitive crops, but these people are the people who live at the bottom of the tribe, and their leaders can sacrifice to the heavens and pray for good weather.

At that time, the primeval humans called such people sorcerers.

The ancestor of the wizard, who was also an ordinary human, was responsible for counting the food and raw meat of the tribe, and his life was so ordinary, his son may inherit his work and continue to eat raw meat and coarse grains to serve the tribe, but one day when he was recording the grain on the ground, several strange patterns were drawn together, and suddenly the fire was blazing.

This fire has burned a whole new world.

The young man in charge of keeping the tribe's surplus became the first sorcerer in the world, and he took control of the power to obtain the flames, and his juniors continued to study, slowly mastering more things.

At that time, there were no cultivators in the world, and they conquered this world by relying on one pattern after another.

After an unknown number of thousands of years, the mysterious profession of wizards gradually faded out of the stage of the Endless Continent, and they changed their appearance and had a profession comparable to that of meteorites.

Runemaster.

Zhao Yiran is such a rune master.

And he has already entered the hall and reached the realm of spirit runes.

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Wang Xiaohu struggled to get rid of this invisible shackle, but he couldn't do it anyway.

The air around him seemed to have become shackles, and he was helpless to lock them.

Of course, he was helpless, because the owner of that spirit rune was Zhao Yiran, a genius girl from the White Horse Academy who had already stepped into the early realm of Kaiyang.

"Let me ask you again, do you want to die?" Zhao Yiran asked with a smile.

But this smile was no longer so beautiful and lovely in Wang Xiaohu's eyes at this time, but a little more gloomy and terrifying, a strong sense of fear rose from his heart, his legs couldn't help trembling, and a stream of heat slowly wet his clothes and pants.

He hates this feeling of life and death in the hands of others, his name is Wang Xiaohu, he is in Liangzhou City, he has a grandfather named Wang Zhilian, no matter how he says it, he should control the life and death of others.

He looked at the group of gentlemen around him, and found that everyone was paralyzed on the ground and didn't dare to get up, and Shi Jing even pretended to be faint and lay on the ground.

He suddenly regretted that he had just killed the old man Xu Qingniu with a paper sword, otherwise there would be a strong reinforcement no matter what he said at this moment.

His psychological defense line finally couldn't help but collapse, and his grim face immediately turned into despair and bitterness.

"I'm the grandson of the Jade Gate Sword Sect, my father is the contemporary sect master of the Jade Gate Sect, if you dare to hurt me a hair, my father will definitely destroy your White Horse Academy!" Wang Xiaohu tried to make a final effort, hoping that the reputation of the Jade Gate Sect would scare this teenage chick, "I advise you to release the young sect master now, otherwise when my father knows, none of you will be able to escape." ”

Zhao Yiran did not speak.

The world has not seen Wang Zhilian for a long time, and the Jade Gate Sect has long been reduced to a third-class sect, where can it have the ability to compete with the White Horse Academy.

She was already determined to kill this scum, although she had grown up under Dean Zhao's benevolent education, and she had never even killed chickens and fish, let alone people.

However, shouldn't everyone be punished for losing their conscience like this?

Thinking about it, she took out another spirit talisman from her waist and threw it towards Wang Xiaohu.

A Xiu sword was born from the spirit rune and stabbed towards Wang Xiaohu's lower abdomen, making a swishing sound in the air.

Although the power of this sword is not comparable to the paper sword left by Wang Zhilian, it is more than enough to deal with Wang Xiaohu.

If he wins, Wang Xiaohu will be the same fate as Qi Zhiming.

But a wide iron sword stood in the way of the rune sword stabbing at Wang Xiaohu.

"It turned out to be a sword word spirit rune, you little girl doesn't look very old, but she is already a rune master who has entered the house, it's not simple. A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe walked slowly from the street, the breeze blew away all the dust on his way to ensure that his Confucian robe was clean and tidy, he looked at Zhao Yiran with some unkindness, and said with a smile: "It's just that you are young, but you are so ruthless, it must be a disaster to stay in the world." ”

"Then today, Wang will do the right thing for heaven, first get rid of you as a vicious girl. ”