The Luo family's speech added fuel to the fire, and directly exploded a bigger riot in Hanyun City, and in the restaurants in the city, people no longer seemed to care about the awe of the Qingxu Realm as they did in the past, and they all blushed and yelled and argued:

"The Great Commander did this just to suppress Elder Liufeng! Those veteran powerhouses will kill the rookies early, for fear that they will grow up and endanger themselves! ”

"That's right! Look at Master Qin, she is also in the Clear Void Realm, but she has no real power until now, and she must have been made by the Great Commander! Those geniuses who died in previous years must also be under the hands of the commander, this time he wanted to repeat his old tricks, but he was accidentally discovered! ”

"Fart! Roll the calf, Liufeng is a treacherous villain! Master Qin didn't hold power because she wasn't interested in power and was only obsessed with alchemy! I see such a crazy discussion of these things in the city now, hehe, maybe it's the guy who is probably provoking the design! ”

"You dare to insult/insult my glorious image of Elder Liufeng?! It's like looking for death - bah, take me a shot! ”

"You're afraid of you! Let's fight! ”

Soon, the verbal confrontation directly turned into a big fight, although only a small part of the blood was seen, but the tense atmosphere became more and more intense. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just a few days.

It's just that Feng Qiao didn't know all this, she was hiding in the depths of Liufeng's mansion, avoiding the noisy outside world, and was concentrating on cultivation.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, the short summer in the Northland seemed to be over in the blink of an eye, the cold air was coming early, the garden was already windy, and the leaves were yellowing.

When Feng Qiao came back from morning exercise panting, not long after the sky dawned, the sweat dripping from her face splashed directly onto the ground, she grabbed the sweat towel and wiped her face, and walked casually in the direction of the house.

"Little Joe!"

The mellow and magnetic sexy voice suddenly remembered, Feng Qiao looked up in surprise, and sure enough, he saw the familiar tall figure standing under a plane tree, with a wandering smile on his handsome face.

"Huangfu!" Feng Qiao shouted happily, and immediately ran there, jumping and jumping, "Why are you here!" ”

"Hahaha, doesn't Little Joe want me to come?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled, and his peach blossom eyes seemed to flash with charming radio waves, which were seductive.

Feng Qiao patted him on the shoulder hard: "There!" I'm glad you're here - are your wounds completely healed? Her smile was brilliant and flawless, like a blooming flower of flame, scorching like a flame.

"Good morning, but what about you? There's something wrong with your face. ”

Feng Qiao really smiled: "I'm fine, you're wrong!" ”

The loss of essence blood is almost a tragic end for the Terrans, even if they survive the battle because of the increased combat power caused by the price, but it will be difficult to recover from the great reduction in cultivation.

However, this is not an irreparable injury for Feng Qiao, the beast race itself is much stronger than the human race's recovery ability and physical fitness, not to mention that she is not an ordinary demon beast. Feng Qiao knew her advantages very well in her heart, no matter how tragic the injury was, as long as she still had a breath to hold on, she could always carry it.

But speaking of which, lately it's been really-

"Is it a mistake or a coincidence, me, you, and the wind. Why did the three of us get hurt one after another? Feng Qiao was really depressed when she thought of this question, "How long have I just cultivated?" How do you see us hurt almost every day......"

Huangfu raised his eyebrows in question: "Xiao Qiao, are you scared?" ”

"What am I afraid of?" Feng Qiao was puzzled.

"I'm afraid, this martial arts."

In the distance, a warm and soft voice blew with the wind, and some people were dressed in fluttering clothes and walking like the wind.

Then there was Liufeng's smiling and handsome face, which appeared in the reflection of Feng Qiao's bright and scorching pupils.

He said: "I'm also afraid, I'm afraid that you will regret it, and regret being taken by me on the bumpy and bloody road of martial arts." For thousands of years, from the ancient times to the present world, in order to compete for an ethereal peak of martial arts, how many people staggered here, and how many people fell into the abyss halfway and broke their bones. ”

Feng Qiao was stunned: "Is it so exaggerated?" ”

"Yes." Huangfu was laughing, his smile was cold and sad, resolute and resolute, and there was no trace of the wind wandering on weekdays, "Xiao Qiao, do you know that when you embark on this road, you can only fight with the sky." Cultivators are stronger and live longer than mortals, but they will never have the freedom of mortals again—there has never been a cultivator who can live a proper life, and they can only have a tragic death. ”

"If you kill someone else, someone else will kill you. Injuries are commonplace, and death is an inescapable outcome. ”

The bloody and sad topic suddenly made the wind become solemn, Feng Qiao didn't know how to speak, she could only listen to the most decisive wind, and spit out a sentence: "Even if you know your inevitable end, no one wants it to come early, you can only desperately plan for yourself, even if it is for the sake of being able to live for a little longer." ”

She suddenly felt that this sentence seemed to be Liufeng talking about himself. She couldn't help but think that some people are indeed desperate for their own future, but they don't know if they can really sacrifice everything.

"I won't be afraid, and I won't regret it!"

She said, her voice was loud, looking directly at the flowing wind, "If I am allowed to waste my life like a mortal, I would rather open the way with blood and fight for martial arts!" ”

Her gaze was so bright, like a flame rising, shining brightly.

Liufeng suddenly looked dumbfounded.

Huangfu completely suddenly grabbed Feng Qiao's shoulder, breaking the silence. He pushed Feng Qiao into the room and said, "Look at the way you are sweating profusely now, Xiao Qiao, go and clean up, Liufeng and I will go and stay elsewhere first, and we will discuss the current situation in a while." ”

Liufeng also suddenly avoided his head, as if he agreed with Huangfu's intercession, Feng Qiao could only nod at the two of them, turned around and walked into the room.

The moment she stepped through the door, Liufeng and Huangfu turned to leave.

After washing, Feng Qiao did not rush to find Liufeng and Huangfu to intercede. She turned and paced back to the bed and sat cross-legged, slowly closing her eyes and pranayama.

Yuan Li ran through his body over and over again, and his breath became more and more calm, until he completely calmed down, Feng Qiao took out the rusty sword.

This sword is completely different from when Ruoyuan blew himself up.

The rust on it has dissipated and broken in half, revealing a glorious silver-white sword body, engraved with intricate flower inscriptions, mysterious.

Feng Qiao took a deep breath, and a hollow thick silver needle quietly appeared in his right hand, and the tip of the needle was sharp and cold.

With a movement of her hand, she did not hesitate to pierce the thick silver needle into her heart!

Feng Qiao didn't seem to feel the sharp pain in his heart at all, and only carefully guided Yuan Li, and through the specially constructed silver needle, the blood between his most precious heart was gurgling, and it fell on the rusty sword.

A drop of blood in the bright heart went up, and the old rust on the rusty sword was almost fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, restoring the silver-white sword body, and the sword was slowly containing extremely subtle aura fluctuations. (To be continued.) )