In the middle of the night, on the periphery of the Spirit Sword Mountain Range.

For example, Haifeng and others gathered here.

This is a relatively hidden peak.

Tonight, the moon is in the sky, and the breeze is cool.

Ruhaifeng and the others have little interest.

for they have been commanded to wait for one of them.

A courtier leans against a boulder.

He looked at the night sky, bored.

With a slight sigh, he pulled out his saber.

Dancing casually, he put away his saber.

Then he leaned on the boulder again.

He had already repeated this for the middle of the night.

There are many people like him at the moment.

"Is that man coming tonight?"

He finally couldn't help but mutter.

"Wait, we can't go back anyway. ”

A person beside him replied helplessly.

"The peak lord is also said to be waiting here. ”

"I don't know which tendon is wrong with the peak master. ”

He kicked the ground and shook his head grumbling.

"You're crazy, dare to say bad things about the peak master!"

"I'll leave you alone if I'm caught!"

The man beside him said in a low voice.

"Lao Zhang, you always make a fuss. ”

"The peak master is quite far away from us. ”

"He's certainly not going to hear us. ”

"Maybe the peak master himself is also irritable. ”

He was still talking and laughing to himself.

The man next to him was already miserable.

Because there is a man behind him.

The moon shadow reflected, and the man's face was cold.

"Qiantang Zheng San, when Benfeng is deaf?"

It turned out that this person was the Lord of Ruhai Peak.

"Peak, Peak Master, the little one knows it's wrong!"

Zheng San's hair was upside down, and his voice trembled.

Leng Ruhai still stared at Zheng San coldly.

It's like looking at a walking chopping board.

"If there is any more complaint, it will not be spared. ”

Cold as the sea, his face was as pale as iron, and he said indifferently.

"Peak Lord Dade, the little one remembers!"

Zheng San breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had lost his strength.

Leng Ruhai turned around and left, looking around coldly.

For example, the disciples of Haifeng Zhutang automatically returned to their positions.

Everyone's expression was awe-inspiring, and the decline was swept away.

Leng Ruhai's face slowed slightly, and he nodded.

He looked up at the sky and counted the hour.

A slender meteor pierced the night sky.

Leng Ruhai frowned and rubbed his eyes.

"What is the sign of such a meteor?"

Leng Ruhai muttered thoughtfully.

But the people in the surrounding halls were suddenly in an uproar.

It was as cold as the sea, and he looked around indifferently.

"What are you arguing about? Do you want others to hear?"

Cold as the flow of breath in the sea, half a mile of sound.

"Peak, Peak Lord, there's something in the sky!"

The hall master pointed to the top of his head and exclaimed.

"Isn't it just a shooting star, what a fuss!"

Leng Ruhai looked up and sneered disdainfully.

The meteor was still elongated, but slow.

"No, how can a meteor be so slow?"

Leng Ruhai was puzzled, frowning and thinking.

"Peak, Peak Lord, that's a sword!"

The voice of the hall master trembled, and he said in shock.

"Nonsense, how can a flying sword fly so high?"

Leng Ruhai was full of disbelief and scolded.

"Peak Master, it's true, take a look!"

Another hall master walked over and said in a panic.

"Isn't it bad to be so frivolous?"

Leng Ruhai scolded in the sea and raised his head again.

The meteor disappeared into the clouds, and its whereabouts were unknown.

Leng Ruhai just wanted to scold, but his pupils were like needles.

The meteor has reappeared, and it has coincided with the bright moon.

The bright moon is shining, and there are more people in the middle of the month.

The man stepped on a flying sword, his sleeves fluttering.