Lan Daoxing's situation at this time can only be described in one word: desolation. www.biquge.info He stood at the top of the steep mountain with the abyss behind him, and in front of him were the teachers and elders who had taught him carefully in the past, and the enemies who were now glaring at him.

He is angry, he hates, he thinks that he has been practicing hard for decades to have his current cultivation achievements, and now he has ruined it all because of a little bastard of unknown origin, he is not reconciled, he does not accept his fate, since he is not given a way to live, then fight to the death!!

Thinking of this, Lan Daoxing took out the ancient mirror he snatched from Zhang Ling and was about to fight desperately, but he heard Song Qingshan say hatefully: "Criminal! What are you doing! Do you want to betray your master? ”

"You forced me! If you hadn't asked me to spy on that scumbag, how could I have ended up like this, it's all your fault! Lan Daoxing had been blinded by anger at this time, and he yelled hysterically at Song Qingshan

Lan Daoxing's words made Wen Liang frown, he looked at Song Qingshan coldly and didn't know what he was thinking, and Song Qingshan roared angrily after feeling Wen Liang's murderous eyes: "Beast! What nonsense are you talking about! Since you are stubborn, then don't be a teacher and don't think about the master-apprentice relationship! ”

After saying that, he glanced at the blue-robed old men, and the elders of the Clear Stream Sword Academy immediately rushed up and pounced on Lan Daoxing.

Lan Daoxing looked at the menacing old men and sneered, and pointed to several big points on his chest, and with a roar, a breath of training emanated from him.

Song Qingshan looked at Lan Daoxing, who looked like a madman, and was shocked, he didn't expect that he would use the Soul Burning Technique to burn his life in exchange for a short-term skill improvement, it seemed that he had already made up his mind to die.

Lan Daoxing's skill was stimulated by the Soul Burning Technique to the extent that he could compete with Song Qingshan and several other Yuan Infant Stage masters, and he urged the ancient mirror image in his hand to mess around like a mad bull, and what was surprising was that his indiscriminate fighting style actually forced back the attack of Song Qingshan and others, and for a while, no one on either side could help anyone

Just when the two sides were deadlocked, Wen Liang looked impatient, he stepped forward and threw the wooden sign engraved with "Day Patrol" on his waist towards Lan Daoxing, and then saw a streamer shooting directly into Lan Daoxing's chest.

Seeing Wen Liang's move, Lan Daoxing immediately held his breath and focused on the wooden card that was about to hit him, holding the ancient mirror and smashing it hard, just at the moment when the ancient mirror was about to hit the wooden card, the wooden card disappeared out of thin air.

Before Lan Daoxing could react to what was going on, he felt a gust of wind coming from the back of his head, and he instinctively jumped forward and lowered his head at the same time, but he underestimated Wen Liang's strength, only to hear a muffled sound, and the wooden card smashed firmly on Lan Daoxing's back.

Rubbing, Lan Daoxing was beaten and spurted blood, snatched a few steps forward and threw himself on the ground, convulsed, and the ancient mirror in his hand also flew to Zhang Ling's feet.

Zhang Ling picked up the ancient mirror on the ground, wiped it, put it in his pocket, and then slowly walked towards Lan Daoxing.

Wen Liang hurriedly stopped him and said, "Young Jun be careful! ”

Zhang Ling smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, you see how he can stand up!" ”

After speaking, he walked to Lan Daoxing, who was still on the ground, he squatted down and looked at Lan Daoxing's back and sighed: "I said that you will regret it, but you don't listen, alas!" ”

Zhang Ling groped around Lan Daoxing's body as he spoke, and after a while, he found the two storage bags and the bag of spirit stones that Lan Daoxing had taken away.

He put away the two storage bags, held the bag of spirit stones in his hand, stood up and looked at Song Qingshan, who was about to speak, when suddenly Lan Daoxing, who was originally motionless, suddenly bounced up from the ground, grabbed Zhang Ling tightly with his arms, and roared: "I want you to die with me!" ”

At this time, Lan Daoxing's seven orifices were bleeding, his meridians were broken, and the blood stained his clothes red, and he was as hideous and terrifying as the hellish demon who came to ask for his life.

At the moment when Lan Dao restrained Zhang Ling, Wen Liang shouted: "Rat Dare!" ”

Then it turned into a golden light and pounced on Lan Daoxing and Zhang Ling, and then everyone present felt a flower in front of them, and Lan Daoxing flew off the cliff like a kite with a broken string.

Looking at Lan Daoxing who fell into the abyss, Zhang Ling couldn't help but sigh, in fact, he didn't think about killing Lan Daoxing, he just wanted to get angry, and now it was really not what he wanted.

Song Qingshan's face also showed a look of pain, no matter what, Lan Daoxing was one of his most proud disciples, although he made a big mistake this time, it was impossible to kill him.

For a while, the atmosphere at the scene became very solemn, and everyone had their own thoughts, and no one spoke.

Wen Liang broke the silence, he walked to Zhang Ling's side and said respectfully: "Shaojun, this is your phone, let's go back if the wind is strong on the mountain!" ”

Zhang Ling took his phone and sighed again, then nodded and jumped down the mountain without saying a word, while Song Qingshan looked at the cliff where Lan Daoxing disappeared with a regretful face, sighed lightly, and followed Zhang Ling behind him, leaving the peak and galloping towards the main hall under the mountain.

And not long after they left, a mysterious man covered in a black cloth robe appeared on the top of the mountain, the wide cloth robe covered his body, so that people could not distinguish his gender, and no one could see his appearance clearly, because under the tight wrapping, the man only showed a pair of eyes, a pair of vicious eyes, he looked down at the place where Lan Daoxing fell, and then jumped down, and soon his figure disappeared into the sea of clouds.

Back at the Qingliu Palace, Zhang Ling was treated like a guest of honor, he took his little wolf cub to take a comfortable bath, then a big meal, and finally he slept beautifully.

Maybe it was a little nervous to be stared at by Lan Daoxing in the past few days, under the sudden relaxation, Zhang Ling actually slept for a day and a night, he stretched comfortably and sat up from the bed, the little wolf cub who had been lying next to his bed saw him wake up and immediately rushed to his arms and kept licking Zhang Ling's face, if you don't know people, you will really think that this is a docile puppy.

Just when Zhang Ling was having fun with the little wolf, a short knock on the door came, Zhang Ling said please come in, only to see a beautiful girl wearing a blue cheongsam walked in and said respectfully: "Please Shaojun freshen up first, the head of the courtyard and the elders are waiting for you in the main hall!" ”

"Deliberations? What are those old guys talking to him about? Zhang Ling's heart was full of questions after waving the girl away, and he left the guest room after a hasty wash.

As soon as she went out, the girl greeted her and said, "Please come with me."

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