Li Yuefeng's slightly trembling heart seemed to have been hit hard by something, Lin Lanxun would never smile like this, she would only look at him with cold eyes, "Li Yuefeng, you really deserve to die." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Yes, this was the last thing she said to him, and then she didn't see her again for hundreds of years, but when she said goodbye, her body was already cold.

Isn't she her? But why do they look so similar, or not just similar, just the same.

Ignoring his identity, he reached for her arm, where there was a birthmark the size of a soybean grain shaped like a red five-pointed star, which was her unique mark.

He had just touched the sleeve of his shirt when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed his wrist like lightning. When he struggled, he didn't break free immediately, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

He has practiced for a hundred years, and there are few people in Tianqing Palace who can compare with him with his Taoism, even if he is the head of Yi Tianxing, he has only cultivated to the Ninth Heaven, which is still one step less than him, who is this person?

When he looked up, he saw a man in red standing in front of him, the dazzling red was like a blazing flame, especially the gaze, aggressive, like a shining knife, swept over his face, making him feel faintly cold and afraid.

He subconsciously let go of his hand, and there was an indescribable chagrin in his heart, he was frightened by a boy who was only twenty people.

"Who are you?"

Yan Xu smiled coldly, that smile was as cold as ice, "Uncle Zu, you won't know about the disciples in the next life, but Uncle Zu's actions against female disciples are not what Uncle Zu should do." ”

Li Yuefeng's face was flushed, and he knew that he was abrupt, but that woman, was it really not Lin Lanxun?

He looked at Chu Yun fixedly, "Are you really Chu Huanhuan?" ”

"Chu Yun nodded, Uncle Zu, I'm really not the person you're looking for."

"No, it can't be." This is clearly Lin Lanxun, no one will admit her if he is wrong. In the past year, he would go to Qingyin Cave almost every two or three days, her voice and appearance were clearly reflected in his eyes, he could count how many cold hairs on her face, how could he not recognize her face.

He was unwilling, "I want to see your wrist." Reaching out to grab her again, every shot was stopped by someone, and the movements were fast, as if he could calculate every step of his attack accurately.

It is no ordinary surprise that a young man in his twenties can have such skills, it is simply terrifying. He has practiced for hundreds of years, and he is a rare leader in Tianqing Palace for hundreds of years, but today

His mood was heavy, and he couldn't say a word, especially when he was stared at by a group of disciples, as the only remaining elder of the Tianqing Palace, he would definitely not be able to get over his face, and he didn't know how he left, embarrassed, as if he was being pushed by something.

The Purple Fairy followed (to be continued.) )