More than a week after the start of school, Yuan Ruolan talked about small love, managed a small club, and lived a heartless life, and her life was as peaceful as ever. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, hey, do you want to practice martial arts? I've got a cheat book here, you see. Yuan Ruolan, who was waiting for Song Youchen at the entrance of the alley, was startled by the sudden voice.

A man in his mid-40s, wearing glasses and an eighties outfit, stood in front of her. The middle-aged man looked around mysteriously, took out a tattered book from his pants, approached Yuan Ruolan and said in her ear: "Hey, hey, I think you gave it to you because of fate, you have to keep it well!" "The ghost sent the gods, Yuan Ruolan took the book easily. The other party looked up to the sky and laughed, and left in a mad mania.

Yuan Ruolan couldn't help but purse her mouth when she thought of the place where the other party took out the notebook, and threw it on the ground. A strange wind through the hall hit, the dilapidated book was opened, and what appeared in her afterglow was a person directing a large group of poisons to rush towards another person holding a fan, like a scene of a magic game, those black snakes and toads were different from Yuan Ruolan's impression, and they seemed to have mutated, she suddenly thought of the previous news, and a chill crept up her back.

In 1988, Wuling Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing.

The snow drifted for three days and three nights, covering everything in the desolation of the heavens and the earth, and it was impossible to distinguish its original appearance. There are few people in the Wuling Mountain area, and even birds and beasts are missing in such a harsh climate. At this moment, there are two groups of people walking through the wind and snow, one group of more than a dozen people, and the other group of only a few people. The few people pressed step by step, but the many people retreated, all the way to the foot of the mountain.

"Phantom, that's all the Phantom Sect is capable of?" The man who was half-kneeling on the ground held the golden box in his right hand, and his left hand mobilized all his strength, barely supporting the golden defensive shield.

"Oh?" There was a contemptuous voice from the other camp, and one stepped forward gracefully, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes full of banter.

The "bell" defensive cover made a deafening sound in the wind, the man only felt dizzy, his vision was blurred, and the opponent's strong attack made his facial features spurt blood instantly, and the blood dripped on the snow-white ground, red and hot.

"Fang Ri!" The person behind him rushed forward with an arrow step, his palm against the man's shoulder blade, and slowly transferred his strength.

"The Sky Pavilion is really capable of producing people now, which is surprising." The speaker's fingers slid over his cherry-red lips, "It's okay, it's not going to make it too easy for me to win." As he spoke, he gently stroked the crumbling defensive shield.

"Brother Gong, leave me alone, go back." The man named Fang Ri arched his back in pain, and his legs sank into the snow. His shield absorbed most of the opponent's attacks, and the buzzing sound in his head reminded him that he was on the verge of collapse, and that he might turn into a pool of blood in the next second. Gong Pengfei, who was supporting behind him, was not having a good time at the moment, his strength was already overdrawn, and he looked sideways at the smiling woman outside the defensive cover, and the cold light in his eyes was fierce. Yi Jinxi, the strength really did not decrease back then.

Yi Jinxi couldn't help but play with the painful appearance of the turtles in the more than a dozen urns, she didn't strengthen the soul power in her hands, and looked at them playfully. The white cheongsam was pressed against her blown-up skin along her bumpy curves, and her palm-sized face was dyed with light makeup, not at all like a 40-year-old.

"Hey, old woman, what's the matter? Running out of soul power? Gong Pengfei snorted coldly.

"The body of the ant still dares to make a mistake!" Yi Jinxi was obviously enraged, and quickly gathered soul power, and the air flow in his hand was running at high speed. She narrowed her eyes, and the human body in the world rendered by her soul power gradually blurred, leaving only the white soul burning out of human form. The dozen or so clusters of white light in the defensive shield bloomed weakly, she did not hesitate, and left no room to divide the air flow in her hand into several streams to break through the wind and snow, and rushed towards them.