Hearing the word Wenhe, Jing Han's eyes widened slightly in surprise - the other party could not only easily distinguish where his half-hung sword move came from, but even knew the identity of his original body.

Because Zhong Teng always likes to be aggressive and publicized, Jing Han, a loose cultivator who has escaped from the world, is still quite famous in some small circles, and he is the worship of the Nine Flame Sect, and he can think of it even more at the slightest use of his brain, only his master is Wen He......

Although he never had the intention of concealing it, very little is known.

Even Zhong Teng only knew that he was studying under a hermit power.

How did the woman in front of her know about it?

Could it be an acquaintance?

Jing Han looked the woman up and down quietly for a moment, he had always believed in his memory, even a person who was close to each other could remember it clearly, and this woman's appearance and temperament were not the type that was easy to forget.

Seeing that Jing Han didn't answer, the expression on the woman's face became a little colder, the people who cultivated the truth were not afraid of the cold of the four seasons, but the people standing in the gladiatorial arena vaguely felt that the air around them was cold, as if in front of her, everyone was just ordinary people who had no magic at all.

After all, Lin Yan has been in this world for a short time, and he doesn't know how terrible it is, so he stepped forward to protect Jing Han behind him, and said to the woman: "We don't know what Jing Han is, return the dog, we still have something to do." ”

The woman didn't even give Lin Yan a look, she fell from her unhappy back lightly and skillfully, but the bamboo sword in her hand was thrown at Jing Han, without a trace of retreat.

Before he knew the woman's intentions, Jing Han naturally wouldn't admit anything rashly.

He followed Lin Yan's words and said, "I just heard the name of the Taoist friend by chance, and I don't know that person. ”

To Jing Han's surprise, the woman pulled a sword flower and lightly withdrew the bamboo sword, and the coercion that enveloped the surroundings suddenly dispersed.

"Is that so?" She hooked the corners of her mouth with a smile, and suddenly threw the bamboo sword into the dirt floor, looking directly at Jing Han.

On a rainy winter day, the soil was frozen and stiff, but the bamboo sword was deeply inserted into the ground a foot and a half long, and the sword body was extremely stable, leaving only two sword spikes made of rags and swaying.

Either the material of this bamboo sword is special and it is not easy to be bruised and bruised, or this woman is too strong in mana and full of sword energy, and there is no substantial difference between using magic tools and using bamboo poles for her.

Lin Yan and Jing Han both looked at this bamboo sword and said nothing.

The woman finally couldn't hold back, where did the hillbilly come from, and she didn't understand the rules of the rivers and lakes at all. He changed his posture and said in a tone of robbery: "Hey, my sword is inserted, are you going to fight with me or not?" ”

Jing Han didn't quite understand the meaning, but he still subconsciously said, "No." ”

"Tsk." The woman lightly touched the ground with her foot, and the bamboo sword that was originally stuck in the mud immediately flew back into her hand, "Then don't blame me for bullying juniors." ”

Before she finished speaking, a pair of apricot eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a very serious look, and a bamboo sword stabbed straight at Jing Han with the momentum of thunder.

Lin Yan immediately summoned a blazing wall of fire to stop the woman, but she was stabbed open by the bamboo sword with a big hole, but she passed straight through the wall of fire as if she hadn't seen it, unscathed, and she didn't even slow down her pace by half a minute.

Seeing that the sword was about to pierce his throat, Jing Han took a few steps back, and with a swing of his long sword, he once again used an earth-shattering sword.

As soon as the sword move came out, he secretly said that it was not good, the previous sword exhausted all his vitality, and it was about the limitation of his current body, and the regained vitality was only in the Yuan Infant Period.

It's no wonder he feels so much pressure when facing women.

The two swords were staggered, Jing Han's sword qi was completely suppressed around the sword body, and there was no threat, and the woman's sword style, which was enough to destroy the entire gladiatorial arena, did not even cause any damage.

The bamboo sword struck lightly on Jing Han's shoulder like a dragonfly dotting water, swinging away diagonally.

This is...... Test?

Jing Han turned his face to look at the woman, and a smell of early morning bamboo leaves mixed with the aroma of wine came to his face.

"The soul of the Tribulation Period, the body of the Yuan Infant Period, tsk......" She looked at Jing Han fixedly, as if she thought it was very interesting.

Caught off guard and being seen through, Jing Han's face changed slightly.

Of course, the woman did not miss this subtle change in expression. As if she had received the expected signal, she inserted the bamboo sword back into her waist, retreated into the air in two steps, and asked again: "You really don't know Jinghan Xianjun?" ”

Jing Hanchi still shook his head, turned around and left.

The woman's figure moved, and she was blocking in the middle of the road, and Jing Han changed several directions and couldn't get out of the way.

She smirked, "That's weird." The spells in Zhong Teng's place are very peculiar, and they can only be lifted by casting the same spell repeatedly. And this spell was created by my rebel Wenhe. She laughed, "Wenhe's lineage has always been a master and an apprentice, and he only has one apprentice Jinghan, you don't know his master and apprentice, how did you learn this trick?" ”

This woman has a relationship with the master? Master even had a sect?

However, since it is said to be a "rebel", there must be some hidden grievances in it.

Jing Han, who has always been bad at words, chose to remain silent.

Seeing that Jing Han didn't say a word, the woman became even more energetic, raised her head and poured a large sip of wine, and took out the posture of fighting a protracted battle with burning eyes.

At this moment, the sound of a hole flute sounded, its rhythm was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes tactful, as if playing a hundred birds towards the phoenix, purple air from the east, but I don't know whether it is the characteristics of the hole flute itself or the performer's intention, the melody that should be cheerful is mixed with a bit of coldness, as if pouring a bucket of ice water on the people on the head of the heart.

The woman pursed her lips impatiently when she heard this voice, but as if she had to obey, her body moved slightly, and she disappeared without a trace between two breaths.

The coercion that had been shrouding the gladiatorial arena finally dissipated, and the frightened and motionless black and white dog carefully rubbed against Jing Han for comfort.

Unhappy immediately became jealous and screamed to drag it away.

Lin Yan really couldn't snatch the two dogs, so he had to fly into the air and stretch out his hand and ask, "Senior brother, do you want to go back and see Senior Brother Zhong?" ”

Jing Han nodded slightly, and immediately stopped making noise when he was unhappy, and obediently lay on the ground.

"Senior brother!" Seeing that Jing Han sat directly on his unhappy back, Lin Yan shouted aggrievedly.

Jing Han's heart was in a mess, how could he pay more attention to Lin Yan's thoughts, gently patted his unhappy buttocks, and disappeared after a while.

Lin Yan could only chase after him with his sword.

In the inner courtyard of the torture hall, Zhong Teng finally woke up.

During this period of "stupid" time, his sealed soul had been watching the surrounding people like an outsider, from the disdainful elders to the subordinates who were no longer respectful......

Thanks to him sitting in the torture hall for many years, without him, he really can't turn around from the fire city for a while.

The elders could only reluctantly try their best, and finally invited a Void Void Ancestor to see a master of the Tribulation Period to treat him.

But the master has not yet arrived, but his illness has been cured.

What's even more unexpected is that the person who cured him happened to be the strange person who made the unhappy very happy.

As a "close friend of the perpetrator", he is very familiar with many of Jinghan's swordsmanship, and this style of sword move is also known as "unraveling the bell", which means that it is necessary to use the same means as before to ensure that the soul is not damaged.

Jing Han has never been reluctant to deal with outsiders, let alone heard of any intention of accepting apprentices, how did this monk, who is said to have never walked around the outside world because of his sword sickness, learned Jing Han's swordsmanship?

Could it be that they have inherited the same Taoist lineage by mistake, didn't Jing Han say that there has always been only one heir to their lineage?

Thinking of his best friend who had taken the wrong medicine, Zhong Teng couldn't help frowning.

Ever since he saw Jing Han and the man in black together in Xuanlin City, he felt weird, and he stepped forward to say hello, and his eyes were also gloomy and compassionate.

After that, he slashed him without saying a word.

Although Jing Han also liked to do this in the past, there was no time when he really made a heavy hand, let alone put people to death like this.

It can't be crazy, right?

Zhong Teng moved his uncomfortable head slightly, and his lips let out an involuntary muffled snort, and the disciple who had been guarding him and fanning him immediately ran out and shouted, "Senior Brother Zhong is awake!" ”

shouted a few times and no one answered, and then he realized that in the past nearly a month, most of the people in the house had gone out to "run errands" and moved back again.

"Lu Yi." Zhong Teng closed his eyes and shouted, during the month of his illness, only this heartless person has never given up.

When Lu Yi heard that the first thing that the worshipping senior brother said when he woke up was to call his name, the whole person couldn't speak well, and he walked to the couch with his hands and feet stiffly, and responded tremblingly: "Master...... Division...... Brother? ”

Zhong Teng heard that the voice was wrong, opened his eyes and took a look, but saw Lu Yi's face was flushed and his expression was panicked, and he swept Xiao Zhong Teng's position from time to time.

“？”

He hooked his fingers and set off a puff of smoke - didn't you feel cold?

Zhong Teng closed his eyes again and asked, "What about the Daoist friends of the Xuan Sect?" I want to thank him personally. By the way, he knocked on the side and asked him how he knew this swordsmanship.

Lu Yi said: "Li ...... Senior Brother Li, they still seem to be looking for unhappy ......"

"Oh? That ......"

As soon as Lu Yi's words fell, a howling dog barked, and a cloud of red clouds crashed away like a ball, pressing heavily on Zhong Teng's body, looking at the posture, he was almost going to crush him to death before he would give up.

"If you're not happy, sit down." Jing Han ordered, and the big dog immediately obediently lay at the end of Zhong Teng's bed, and his tail wagged and teased Zhong Teng's calf, as if he still couldn't believe his master's recovery.

Zhong Teng turned his face sideways and looked at Jing Han for a moment, his eyes burning, as if he wanted to see people through.

Lin Yan was immediately a little unhappy, as a senior book wearer, he was well versed in all kinds of routines, seeing Zhong Teng's obsessive appearance, he couldn't help but think: Could it be that this idiot also fell in love with his senior brother?

His gaze was suddenly filled with hostility.

Zhong Teng didn't notice anything about this, he carefully looked at every movement of the "Li Daoyou" in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this person's temperament and demeanor were all different from the previous Jinghan.

Could it be that people who practice the same practice will still grow "the same door"?

Scratching the faces of several goatee elders in the door, Zhong Teng couldn't help but have a toothache.

He struggled to move his buttocks, arched his hand and said, "Thank you Daoyou for saving me." ”

Jing Han bowed slightly, signaling that he didn't have to be polite.

Sure enough, it's still very similar.

Zhong Teng's lips moved slightly, and he asked: "I saw that Daoist friends have extraordinary methods to break the law, I don't know what the name of this move is?" ”

Jing Han said: "None." ”

Zhong Teng said again: "I was very sick this time, and I always felt unsteady. Taoist friends travel all over the world and live without a fixed place, in case of recurrence...... I don't know if there are other Taoist friends in your village who know how to solve this problem? ”

"None." Jing Han thought for a moment and added, "There will be no sequelae. ”

His tone was firm, as if he knew the sword move very well.

"That's ......" Zhong Teng replied sneeringly, I don't know why, but for a moment now, he actually had the illusion that he was talking to an old friend.

Seeing that Zhong Teng was sober and articulate clearly, Jing Han knew that there was no big problem, and Lin Yan's staring gaze on the side really made people feel the sour smell through the air, he rubbed the long sword on his waist and said, "Lin Yan and I have other things, go first." ”

Zhong Teng nodded, and something seemed to loom in his mind.

After taking a few steps, Jing Han suddenly remembered his intentions, and turned around and said, "There is also a reluctant request, I want to ask the master of the middle hall to borrow it." ”

The unhappy person who was ordered to stand by immediately lit up his eyes and stuck out his tongue and waited for his master to agree.

"Absolutely." Zhong Teng calmly looked at his stupid dog with his tail turned out, and only felt that this kind of attentive dog was also very familiar.

The same swordsmanship, the same personality, and even the attitude of the greyhound, who ignores no one at home, towards the two of them is very similar......

Is there such a coincidence in this world?

He turned his head and saw a tall man holding another man in a straight position, leaning his head to his ear and babbling something.

The other ignored him, didn't know what he heard, and raised his hand and drew the ice-blue sword at his waist.

Behind the two of them, a large dog was following with its tail wagging in unison.

The scene was so familiar, it seemed like it had happened in this room countless times!

Zhong Teng couldn't help but breathe, and he had a ridiculous idea in his heart.

He got up suddenly, and didn't even care about pouring a large bottle of spiritual liquid that Lu Yi had specially taken, and shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoist of Xuan Sect stays!" Ignorance...... I don't know if you know a monk named Keihan?! ”

Jing Han's footsteps paused, and he said coldly: "No." He went with Lin Yan.

Lin Yanqing, who had been standing nearby, clearly saw his expression change slightly, not only this time, but whenever someone mentioned the word "Jinghan", the senior brother's expression would be a little stiff.

Who is this "Jinghan"?

Listening to the words of other people, it seems that this person has great powers, he is a good hand at cutting people and saving people, and he is ruthless, and he can turn his face to his friends for many years.

The senior brother is very similar to the man's sword moves, and he cares very much......

Lin Yan took a deep breath, and a sour breath that he had never felt before really surged upwards from the bottom of his heart: Who is that person? Is it the senior brother's senior brother? is still a good friend of the senior brother, and even ...... A former lover?

Did he teach the senior brother's sword moves?

Where is that man now?

Why is Senior Brother so indifferent?

Isn't that the man......

Countless routines swept through Lin Yan's heart, and the more he thought about it, the more his face sank, and he couldn't even suppress the anger in his heart.

Jing Han, who was walking beside him, couldn't help but look sideways, and opened his mouth to say, "You ......"

"Senior brother!" Lin Yan interrupted him, pressed his shoulders with both hands, and asked with a compelling gaze, "That Jing Han, what is the relationship with you!" ”

Under Lin Yan's serious gaze, Jing Han suddenly had an urge to confess: after all, the young man in front of him had always trusted him so unreservedly......