Hehuan knew that Daddy was back, if he let Daddy know that he would kill him if he actually brought mortals back, if he knew that she used spiritual power to save mortals, Daddy would kill her together!

Hehuan jumped out of the big tree, and threw the hundred-mile wind at the entrance of the Hehuan Forest, looking at the motionless beautiful man on the ground, Hehuan pursed his lips to show reluctance.

Who wants to leave such a beautiful man in the wilderness and wait for the jackal to come and bite it, so Hehuan sent the Buddha to the west again, squatted beside the hundred miles of Changfeng, and consumed half of his spiritual power to form a boundary for him, which could temporarily protect his safety.

"Hey, that's all I can do for you here... You don't want to die!"

He Huan stood up and clapped his little hands, his face was slightly pale, not as ruddy as at the beginning, after all, for the dryad, aura is everything.

"Hey, my name is Hehuan, remember!"

After saying that, he ran to the Hehuan Forest, leaving Baili Changfeng lying on the ground in a daze, he only felt that he was heavily thrown somewhere, and then heard a woman's voice.

The voice was like a heavenly sound, like a phoenix chirping like a cicada, as if hearing the woman say Hehuan, Baili Changfeng felt that he might be dying, otherwise how could there be so many hallucinations in one day.

The long wind swept up the dead leaves and sand and gravel on the ground, and the roar of jackals, tigers and leopards echoed throughout the forest, and the wind roared, and the whole acacia forest was shrouded in an eerie and terrifying weirdness.

At this time, the six major sects all received urgent letters from the Sword Saint Gate, and the Sword Saint Gate was attacked by demons and asked for help.

The head of the six major sects rushed to Liufeng Mountain with the most powerful disciples of the sect, and ten thousand horses rode away from the dust.

At the fork in the road, a beautifully dressed woman suddenly stopped her horse, and the horse let out a long howl, startling the black crows everywhere.

This woman with a peach blossom face is painted by Shen Jin, the eldest daughter of Shen Feng, the head of Kongtong, who has been riding a horse and galloping ahead, but she saw a man in white lying at the intersection of the fork in the road leading to Hehuan Forest. "Dad, there's a man lying here, and he's bleeding a lot!"

When Shen Feng heard this, he also stopped, and a group of people stopped in the middle of the road, waiting for Shen Feng's order.

Shen Feng squatted down and looked at it, and exclaimed, "The Sword Saint is in charge of a hundred miles of Changfeng!"

"Dad, you say he is the head of the Sword Master?" Jin Hua looked at the pale and beautiful man on the ground, and his heart was like a deer, and he fell in love at first sight.

She took out the trauma medicine, sprinkled it on the wound, and tore her long skirt to bandage the bleeding wound on the arm of Baili Changfeng, the movements were clean and neat, and she did it in one go.

She was about to stretch out her hand to lift Baili Changfeng's clothes and apply medicine to the wound on his chest, but was stopped by Shen Feng: "Jin'er, you are a girl's family, how can you be so unevasive? ”

"Dad, how can the children of the rivers and lakes be so stubborn, life and death matters, if he doesn't just bleed, he will bleed to death.."

Shen Feng couldn't resist his daughter, so he had to wrinkle his eyebrows and nodded, and returned to the horse angrily.

Jin Hua carefully untied the Baili Changfeng shirt, and the wound that could be seen in the bones looked shocking, and the scalp was numb.

Jin Hua bit his red lip, suppressed the feeling of nagging in his chest, carefully sprinkled him with trauma medicine, and was about to bandage the sword on his chest for him, but the hundred miles of wind woke up leisurely.

Baili Changfeng opened his eyes and saw a beautiful woman kneeling beside him, sitting up vigilantly, her eyes cold and fierce.

"Who are you?" Baili Changfeng straightened his clothes, and his eyes fell on the skirt cloth tied around his arm.

"I am Shen Jinhua, the eldest daughter of the head of Kongtong. ”

Baili Changfeng raised his cold sword-like eyes, looked at the gentle woman in front of him, and remembered the heavenly voice in his mind, as well as the faint fragrance of acacia.

"Did you save me?" Baili Changfeng's cold voice was a little restrained, but he couldn't be gentle, only a little cold.

"Well, do you feel better?"

"Well, it's fine. Thank you girl for saving me!"

Shen Jin was a little disappointed, looking at the man in the air who met him, Baili Changfeng didn't even look at her more, isn't she beautiful enough?

The group finally arrived at the Sword Saint Gate, and the bluestone long street of more than 1,000 steps was like an immortal mountain in the clouds and mist.

At the gate of the mountain, there were a sea of people standing with the disciples of the Sword Saint Gate, and from afar he saw the hundred miles of Changfeng and the heads of all the sects, and the big disciple of the hundred miles of the long wind, Qin Bai, hurriedly ran down the steps.

Junxiu's face was full of anxiety and worry, his white robe fluttered in the wind, and his black hair was disheveled by the long wind.

The hundred-mile-long wind and breezy Edgeworth went up the mountain, and the people of the various sects could only climb the stairs step by step, but fortunately, they were all people who practiced martial arts, and they didn't feel out of breath.

Maybe he was running too fast, but Qin Bai's eyes always followed the snow-white figure that was gradually approaching, but he stepped into the air, and he was about to fall down the steps.

Baili Changfeng pinched a trick, accelerated the speed of the sword, and quickly scooped up the fallen Qin Bai, and in an instant, Qin Bai was already standing on the sword when he came back to his senses.

"Thank you, Master!" Qin Bai grinned, deciding that he must practice his sword skills well in the future, although he had already made such a determination too many times.

Baili Changfeng nodded lightly, and he was helpless against Qin Bai, there has not been an amazing genius in the Sword Saint Sect for a long time, Qin Bai is already a relatively outstanding disciple of the Sword Saint Sect in this generation, but the immortal art cannot be forced, so let it be.

Facing the oncoming crowd, he whispered: "Go to the martial arts training ground to practice swords, and the three hall masters will come to the living room to gather." ”

At the sound of the order, everyone spread out and knelt on both sides, and said in unison: "Yes, master." ”

Qin Bai is the chief disciple of Baili Changfeng, and his roots and bones are still good, but he is good at swordsmanship, but he still hasn't been able to learn the slightest immortal art, and he can't even know the basic imperial sword.

In appearance, he belongs to a man with clear eyebrows, green mountains and handsome eyebrows, bright eyes and watery eyes, a slightly thin red lips under the high nose bridge, skin as white as snow, age only eighteen or nineteen years old, and the eyebrows still reveal the clarity and innocence of a teenager.

The large reception hall was solidly crowded with people, and the eight heads of the eight masters sat on their chairs, and behind them stood their proud protégés.

Shen Jinhua stood next to Shen Feng, but his eyes did not shift for a moment to stare at the graceful man, at this moment, the hundred miles of wind had changed into a clean clothes, and the snow-white robe was not stained with any dust.

He sat in the soup like a god, and beside him stood Qin Bai and the other three hall masters: Baili Qingshuang, Baili Junfeng, and Baili Hengying.

These three people can be regarded as uncles of a hundred miles of Changfeng, with broken qualifications, but they are not arrogant, but humble and polite, which is why they are willing to bow down and let their nephew be the head.