Durian Lane, shrouded in dim starlight, this rarely inhabited laneway, is silent.

Occasionally, the evening breeze blows through the lanes, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground and fluttering. In the foggy dust and fallen leaves, a figure in a black power suit came from the entrance of the alley.

The rustling sound was mixed with the sound of footsteps, which were slow and slow, thick and steady. In the silent alleyway, the figure slowly came to a two-story building.

The front of this building is very messy, and the pair of stone lions at the door are full of dust. The face of a lion, which should have been heroic, has long been covered in a thick layer of dust.

The man in the black power suit came to the front of the building, looked up at the crumbling plaque, and smiled softly.

Her laughter was beautiful, though it seemed abrupt and eerie in the darkness of the night.

Listening to the front building, a thin old man in the courtyard listened attentively, and through the heavy door panel, he seemed to hear the chuckle outside the door.

Lao Su frowned and walked lightly towards the backyard.

Dozens of paces later, Lao Suo came to a room with a light on, and his right hand, which was as dry as dry wood, knocked on the door in front of him in a little panic.

Inside the door, a man in a black robe, with his back to the door, was standing quietly in front of the bookshelf.

The man was tall, with his black hair tied up very high, and his hands were behind his back.

There was a knock on the door behind him, and the man's ears moved slightly, and a slightly hoarse voice came from his mouth.

"What's the matter?"

Outside the door, the thin old man heard the inquiry, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, felt the biting chill coming from behind him, forced himself not to look back, and forced himself to calm down: "Uncle, someone is coming outside the door." ”

In the study, the young man's brows furrowed with his back to the firelight, and he said softly: "Well, it's nothing, you go down." ”

With that, the young man reached out and removed the yellowed stacks of books from the shelves.

In the dimness, a long bright silver knife appeared on the bookshelf

There was a sound of falling to the ground outside the door, and the young man's face was heavy, and he took off the long knife and held it tightly in his hand

"Come out, I know you're in there."

As the young man walked, a slightly thick, but not low-pitched voice came from outside the door.

The young man was silent, and he was not surprised, for he had already felt the powerful oppressive force in the air.

The young man wanted to walk out of the room, but suddenly looked at the stack of books that he had thrown on the ground, and his heavy expression suddenly showed a smile.

With this smile, the pile of books was suddenly wrapped in a strange purple fire. But soon, the young man's smile stiffened on his face.

I saw that the purple fire condensed by the man's true yuan was unreachable, and he couldn't touch the books. The purple flame that poked out was always isolated from the pile of books by an invisible energy.

The young man's face sank, and he no longer paid attention to the strange purple fire, but reached out and pushed the door open.

With a slightly dry grinding sound, the door slowly opened.

Under the starlight, a gun stood strangely and quietly in front of the door.

Not far from the gun, the body of the wizened old man was lying on the ground. Despite the slight horror on his face, he walked peacefully.

The young man just glanced at the old man, and saw that his seven orifices were bleeding, his mouth was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and there was not the slightest injury on his body, so he couldn't help but move his eyes to the wooden spear.

The gray barrel, the black tip of the gun, and the groove above the tip of the gun is like a bottomless dark abyss.

The young man's eyes showed a clear look, and his rather mediocre face showed a smile.

This smile, under the starlight, is extremely weird.

He knew the gun, or he had heard it many times.

He knew the purpose of this gun, so he didn't pull out the silver-white long knife, but took a silent step forward.

"Since I'm doomed to die tonight, can you let me meet the owner of the Demon Eater?"

The young man seemed to be talking to the gun, and in the silent courtyard, even the sound of the wind passing by disappeared without a trace. The gun didn't reply, but pointed at the tip of the starry sky and shook slightly.

"I know you, and I know this gun, but I don't understand, who are you? Why do you hate my people so much? ”

The spear trembled slightly, and no one made a sound in the dead courtyard.

A glint appeared in the young man's eyes, he looked at the gun, and said extremely seriously: "Are you afraid?" ”

The young man's words reached the ears of the man standing on the roof, even though he knew that this was his plan, but the man smiled disdainfully, and a slightly frivolous voice spread in the courtyard.

"With you, you are not qualified to see me."

The calm face of the young man did not show any waves. He knew it hurt, but it was the truth.

"Now that you've found this place, don't you want to find someone else from my mouth?"

Seeing the spear slowly rising into the air, there was a hint of panic in the young man's eyes.

"Your demons' tricks will always be so stupid. If you die, I will naturally know that I will talk to you for the sake of your first entry into the Holy Realm, and since you are done, prepare to go on the road. ”

The young man tightened the long knife in his hand, looked at the wooden plum blossom spear, and hung his fingers in the air. On the tip of the black gun, a domineering aura suddenly came out.

Under the young man's eyes, that aura seemed to turn into a fierce beast. The strange beast exuded a scorching aura like fire, and the heat wave that came out of the huge beast's mouth made the young man dare not move in the slightest.

In the dimness, a gray phantom flickered. The slightly heavy breathing sound in the courtyard disappeared strangely. With a thud, the young man fell to the ground.

The long knife that was clenched in his right hand did not pull out a single inch until the last moment of his life.

The black shadow suddenly appeared next to the gray spear, and the slender jade hand, which had been slender and white, touched the slightly warm body of the spear, and immediately stepped into the study behind the young man

In Mingde Academy, Tang Ning looked at Nian Zhiyu who suddenly appeared in front of him, silently took the clothes from the wooden barrel, and with a shake of the robe, he instantly wrapped his body in a dazzling amount of perfection.

Nian Zhiyu looked embarrassed, although she was very aggressive, she had never seen such a beautiful picture.

Especially the teacher in front of him, although he is much older than himself, he is also handsome and graceful, and his picturesque face does not show the slightest trace of time.

I wanted to turn around and leave, but I saw that my teacher had completely wrapped me, so I pretended to laugh without any abnormality, and said very proudly: "Teacher, I heard that the big boss of the front building has died under my gun." ”

"This battle, I thought it would be very fierce, but I found that although the big master is a saint realm cultivator, it is in vain, I only fired one shot, and I solved him, it is really boring."

Tang Ning looked at the blush on Zhiyu's face, shook his head slightly, and said, "Zhiyu, you are now in the age of peach and plum, and you can't remember to mess around like this in the future." ”

Zhiyu, who originally wanted to cover up his embarrassment, looked at the teacher with a serious face on his face full of embarrassment.

"Now that I heard that the big boss of the front building is dead, have you ever found any trace of the other five masters?"