Yu Fengxian stood silently, feeling the gradually cold body of the woman in his arms, and at this moment, there was a sound of broken footsteps in the grass not far away.

A tall woman in silver-white soft armor walked out from behind the tree, and when she saw the wind string, the woman bowed her head politely, "Imperial Prince, I am the envoy of the Holy Sect Dragon, and I am ordered to bring back the body of the Holy Maiden. ”

“……”

Yu Fengxian didn't answer, but put Helian Buli's body back on the grass after losing its temperature, and he didn't intend to hold the dragon envoy responsible for trespassing into the palace, so he just turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.

The dragon envoy, who was already taller than an ordinary woman, picked up Helian Buli's body very lightly, and then carried light skills over the courtyard wall, and soon disappeared into the vast night.

……

It only took a few days for Helian to return to the main hall of the Shinrikyo Sect with his body sealed in the cold jade coffin intact.

At this time, Helian was gathering his subordinates to discuss the matter of the Quartet Martial Arts Meeting in half a month, and when he saw the dragon envoy come back to restore his life, the others immediately left silently.

Helian who was left alone did not give up and groaned for a long time, and finally walked forward with heavy steps, stopping next to the cold jade coffin that emitted a glowing cold light, looking at the woman in the coffin after she faded away from her full body of anger, he sighed helplessly, his fingertips brushed Helian Buli's pale and cold skin, gently picked up the placket on his shoulder, revealing the place covered by brown birthmarks, and said indifferently: "You don't need to disguise like me, it will be very tiring......"

After speaking, he pinched the end of the disguised fake skin and slowly uncovered it and tore it off.

"Although you are not my sister, we are all the same poor people......" The corners of Helian's mouth rose slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on his already thin and somewhat deformed face, and that smile was fleeting, as beautiful and fragile as ice glass, "From now on, you can finally be free." ”

One last glance at the sleeping woman in the coffin, Helian turned around slowly, a piercing chill appeared in his dark pupils like a deep pool, and the little tenderness that remained faded and was never seen again.

……

……

Half a month later, Guining City.

In a few days, it will be the world-famous Quartet Martial Arts Association, and the martial arts people who came from all over the city gathered in Guining City, and even the alliance lord's mansion, which is rarely frequented on weekdays, has rarely had a lot of guests - several major sects are naturally looking down on Chaolu, the nominal alliance leader, but in addition, there are some old acquaintances such as Wen Renqing's Tingyulou and the Mu family's brother and sister's Poison Dragon Village to come to cheer, but it also adds a lot of face to Chaolu.

The location of the Quartet Martial Arts Meeting is located on the Guanwu Platform on the mountain behind the Alliance Lord's Mansion, and the old department of the Martial Arts League is in charge of the layout of the venue and the staffing......

Not only did the major sects of the Central Plains martial arts come to many elite disciples, but the sects outside the gate and the southern sects also dispatched the leaders in the sect to kick the hall, Chaolu casually went to the market and took a turn around, and found a lot of people wearing cloaks and scimitars at their waists, as well as the southern sects in strange costumes, all of which looked deeply hidden.

However, what Chaolu was most concerned about was one of the Guanwai sects called the Beimo Sword Sect - according to the news I heard later, there was an extremely mysterious sword master in the Beimo Sword Sect, and no one knew the school to which his swordsmanship belonged, but once this person came out of the sword, he would see blood and never be defeated.

Chaolu speculated that that person should be Chen Yao, and he didn't know what happened after he fell into the Heart Devouring Gu, and he was actually fabricated into the Guanwai Sect with a new identity...... Well, until now she can't let go of that stinky boy who stabbed her with a sword, and she must beat that guy when she gets the chance, huh!

Speaking of which, I don't know how to explain what Jun Wuye did, now everything is ready and only the east wind is owed, she can only occasionally meet with the sects outside the gate and the south while hanging the name of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and at the same time keep an eye on the movements of the major sects and the Shinrikyo in the Central Plains.

In this way, it was dragged until the official opening of the Quartet Martial Arts Conference, and as the nominal martial arts alliance leader, Chaolu came to the venue early in the morning.

On her right-hand side sit the high-level of several major sects such as Chongyang Palace, Panruo Temple, Yujia, and Tingyulou, while on the left hand side are the people of the eight major sects and southern sects outside the Guanwai headed by Cangye Palace, the whole situation is clear at a glance, although there is no clear smell of gunpowder, but in private, there is a turbulent dark tide between the various major sects, and every inch must be contested.

The first thing Chaolu saw was a dark purple robe, a graceful Yu Fei Li, of course, he was still attending the Quartet Martial Arts Meeting as the master of the Cangye Palace, except for Chaolu, probably no one knew his true identity...... Seeing each other again after half a month, he was still the same calm and calm appearance, and he deliberately turned his head and winked at Chaolu, the smile on the corner of his mouth made people feel very unfathomable - what is that guy planning?

He was puzzled, and suddenly saw a few people hurriedly coming over from the phalanx on the left, the crow-blue cloak with a very desert style and the close-fitting blue power suit, as well as the uniform specification long sword worn at the waist were very similar to the group of people that Chaolu met in Xiyuguan more than half a month ago, and they were the disciples of the Beimo Sword Sect!

After everyone sat down, Chaolu looked at each other one by one, although the wide brim of the hat completely blocked the upper half of the boy's face, revealing only a small half of his chin and a few strands of broken hair, but Chaolu still recognized at a glance that the slender young man sitting at the back was Chen Yao, who had not been seen for a long time.

Seeing Chen Yao, who was dressed in the uniform of a disciple of the Beimo Sword Sect, Chao Lu took a deep breath, knowing that he couldn't mess up, this Quartet Martial Arts Association was no more trivial than before, even the Chongyang Palace and the Praruo Temple, which had always boasted of being high, had people here, and there were so many mysterious sects that lived in a corner and rarely appeared on the rivers and lakes, if something went wrong, it would be difficult to end.

Since this is the case, she will wait and see what happens on the field before thinking of countermeasures......

The viewing platform is very large, divided into several blocks in the center, separated by guardrails and columns, which can accommodate several pairs of players to compete on the field at the same time - slightly different from the past, the Quartet Martial Arts Association does not directly go to the stage to fight one-on-one, but first let the young disciples of each sect learn from each other, meet friends with martial arts, and finally it is the finale of the duel at the head level.

The jade chime clanged and signaled that it was time to start.

Soon, there were people on stage one after another to compete, for a while, the sword and sword, the internal force was not lively, Chaolu watched a few games from afar, and found that the difference with the information obtained was that those sects outside the gate and in the south were not as vulnerable as the previous records, but the strength was strong, and a large number of masters of seven or eight layers of internal force emerged before the battle began, which was dizzying.

Originally, I wanted to watch for a while, but this friendly atmosphere was about to end soon, and the next major showdown was about to begin, and the atmosphere of the audience suddenly ushered in the climax.

The first duel is an old acquaintance, and Wei Chi, who has grown a lot taller after not seeing him for half a year, represents the knife gate, and the opponent is a black-faced man from the Guanwai sect.

Don't look at Yu Chi Chop as just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Zhengtai, but it takes a lot of arm strength to wield the Heavenly Death Dragon Knife that is more than two meters long, so like this black-faced man, Yu Chi Chop is also a strength-type player.

Compared to the battle between ordinary disciples just now, the duel between these two master-level masters was obviously much more exciting-the black-faced man knew that he was extremely powerful when he looked at his figure, and every muscle in his body was tense, reflecting a luster full of power under the sun; And Wei Chi Chop not only has much more strength than ordinary people, but also knows how to use skill, the blunt blade of the Heavenly Death Dragon Knife exerted unprecedented power in his hands, and after dozens of moves, he finally succeeded in reversing the situation that had been suppressed since the start of the war and turned defeat into victory.

However, due to the fierce and bloody competition between these two power players, both of them were injured after the fight, and even Wei Chi, who won the competition, had to get out of the ring to heal his injuries, and he could only be replaced in the second game......

However, Chaolu soon discovered that although the level of ordinary disciples of those sects outside the Guanwai and southern was much higher than that of the Central Plains, there were very few masters who were really above the ninth layer, and they only barely won one game in one round of competition.

But just when the morale of the Central Plains Sect was high, a person suddenly came up from the phalanx on the left, and the cold aura around him suddenly shocked the audience.

As soon as Chaolu looked up, he just saw the man walking to the field and untying the cloak on his body, and with the action of the cloak falling, the green silk that had scattered was flying in the wind and killing as much as possible, standing there without moving, it was like a peerless sword that had just been unsheathed, which made people's eyes shine.

Xia Yun, who was sitting beside Chao Lu, immediately breathed sluggishly, and couldn't help but sigh: "This person is so strong!" It's just about my age, it's terrible......"

Chaolu didn't answer, just clenched her fists to herself.

“…… The Beimo Sword Sect Chi Xing hated and came to challenge. ”

The young man in fluttering clothes stood on the side of the ring with an indifferent expression, and then raised his head to look at Xiao Yun, the head of the Qianshan faction standing opposite, with a little tiptoe, the whole person soared into the air, and only landed a few steps away from Xiao Yun in an instant.

Seeing the blue sword qi between the young man's fingers, as stunned as Chaolu, there was also the royal wind string sitting in the VIP seat of the square on the right, when the young man first entered the ring, he didn't pay attention to it, until the sword qi appeared, he was surprised to find that the person was actually Chen Yao!

Because of Chen Yao's appearance, looking at the entire rivers and lakes, there has been no high-level swordsmanship for decades, and the unity of human swordsmanship and sword quickly attracted the attention of the audience.