Raising her right hand, Xiang Yan's mutton fat jade-like wrist was exposed to the air, she slowly closed her eyes, her slender and slightly upturned eyelashes jumped slightly, and she exhaled softly, and she finally waved her right hand. Please use this site. So, in just an instant, countless green leaves flew out of her sleeves, and they all swirled around her body at high speed.

With a light sigh, she couldn't bear it, but finally made up her mind. Because for her, the location of the Nine Yang Sect was indeed a dangerous place, not to mention the large number of disciples of the Nine Yang Sect, Ouyang Minghao and the young sect master alone were enough to make her feel uneasy. Therefore, she decided not to stay here for long, even if it was ruthless, to teach the other party some bloody lessons!

Time is precious, she finally stopped entangled in the enemy's situation, opened her eyes suddenly, and while the oversized Aoba kill she had done her best had not completely dissipated, she urged the internal force of her whole body to exert her own cloud stepping to the extreme!

She finally stepped on the wind and left, but there were bursts of wails under her feet, the red blood was like a blooming flower in the turquoise whirlwind, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood, Xiang Yantian had an illusion, as if the bright moon above her head was also dyed with a faint flush.

Not long after she leapt into the sky, a roar came from the eaves, and the fiery sword qi tore through the turquoise whirlwind, revealing the angry face of the Qing Jing beneath it. However, he didn't catch up, but ran over to those injured disciples of the Nine Yang Sect.

"Alas-" Glancing back at the Jiuyang Sect disciples on the roof, Xiang Yan let out a long sigh and continued to look for the other rooms of the inn.

After a fight just now, the movement was too big, even if Xiang Yantian had tried his best to shorten the battle time, but if he wanted to not alarm the other disciples at all, it was completely a fool's dream. She also had the idea that she wouldn't fight if she couldn't fight, but she had no choice but to make this decision.

Leng Fengyi, she heard Xiao Xin say that he was a white-clothed disciple of the Jiuyang Sect, and his status was between the high-level Tsing Yi disciples and the low-level gray-clothed disciples, and he was not outstanding among the disciples of the Jiuyang Sect, and the relationship with Xiao Xin had always been very good. However, it was such an ordinary white-clothed disciple who ruthlessly rejected Xiao Xin.

In the night sky, Xiang Yantian's eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly, I'm afraid there is another hidden meaning in this, right?

Halfway through, avoiding several waves of disciples of the Jiuyang Sect who came out to search for them, Xiang Yantian continued to shuttle through this inn. It's just that she found that almost all of these gray-clothed disciples who came out to patrol were just a few white-clothed disciples who occasionally came out to command. However, she wasn't worried that Leng Fengyi would come out to command, so she calmed down and continued to search.

I'm afraid he doesn't have that mood anymore, right? Gently swept past another room, Xiang Yantian thought.

After searching for nearly half an hour, she had to sigh again at the luxury of this inn and the wealth of the Nine Yang Sect. Thinking that she was a master of the Yun Sect, it took her nearly half an hour just to avoid patrols and find a house. However, it is such a luxurious inn, but the Jiuyang Sect has chartered it all the year round as its residence, so from this point of view, the Jiuyang Sect must also have amazing financial resources.

Just as the footsteps around her were sounding more and more frequent, Xiang Yan fell on the eaves of a room, which, judging from its wide appearance, should resemble a place like that kind of hall. Gritting her teeth, she decided, this is the last one, no matter what the outcome, she will leave! Because her instincts told her that danger seemed not far away.

Lifting a small tile, the light in the room shone through the gap on her face, soaking through her veil and revealing her glossy lips. Through the small gap in Guò, she could almost see all the qiē in the house.

It was indeed a large hall, and it was full of people at the moment, almost all of them were white-clothed disciples, and only a small number of gray-clothed disciples stood respectfully beside them, seemingly serving those white-clothed disciples. All the white-clothed disciples were sitting in their chairs, talking about something, but they didn't seem to be very peaceful, looking a little impatient, even angry. It's no wonder that no matter who you are, you won't have a good face if someone disturbs your dreams late at night. It's just that there is another person in this group of disciples who is very different, he sits upright in his chair, very quiet, and he can't see the slightest impatience, but there is a faint struggle between his eyebrows.

It must be him! Looking at the face that was struggling with a hint of cun, Xiang Yan leaned in his heart to finalize that he was the target this time.

took out a delicate hairpin glowing with silver light from his arms, and Xiang Yantian held it tightly in the palm of his hand: "Success or failure is in this move!" ”

"Whoosh!" The silver hairpin pierced the air, burst through the small gap in the roof, entered the hall, and went straight to the cold wind sitting on the chair!

A trace of silver light flashed in his eyes, coupled with the sound of breaking wind in his ears, Leng Fengyi, who was dressed in white, cheered up in an instant, stretched out his hand, and took it towards the trace of silver light flying towards him. It's just that when he saw the true face of the silver light in his hand, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The sudden sound of breaking wind and the glimmer of dazzling silver light were also noticed by the rest of the Jiuyang Sect disciples, but before they could see the truth, there was a rumor at the door.

"Smack!" It was the sound of tiles falling to the ground.

"Quick, go out and chase it, the thief is nearby!" One of the white-clothed disciples who seemed to be the leader hurriedly shouted.

Under his order, many disciples rushed out quickly, including those gray-clothed disciples, but Leng Fengyi was the only one who was stunned there, looking at the hairpin in his hand, he didn't even notice the gust of wind blowing in from the window, knowing that the beautiful but unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears.

"Pretty good!"

Raising his head, Leng Fengyi found that there was a slim strange girl standing in front of him, although she was still wearing a veil, she still couldn't stop her posture of captivating the country and the city.

"She wants to see you, come with me." Xiang Yantian walked up to him, looked up at his face, and said in a flat tone.

Staring at those eyes that were as clear as water but without waves, Leng Fengyi's lips moved slightly: "Who ......are you?"

"This is not the place to talk!" However, Xiang Yantian stopped what he was about to say in a way he didn't expect.

I saw that she quickly grabbed Leng Fengyi's hand, and then kicked the ground violently, and led him to break through the roof of this hall in a child-like way!