The silver moon cut a hole in the gray night, breaking through the arrogant fog that was already deep and dense unconsciously, almost obscuring the sky.

She seemed to be intrigued by this exotic place, and no longer hung proudly in the sky, but became larger and more sloping, as if it were about to fall to the ground.

And what's the weird anecdote down there?

I'm afraid not.

It's just a few specks of ink-dotted Ant-Man, and they look like they're playing, and so are most of them—doing nothing, wasting their short years.

They are small and ignorant, even if they move the real grid, they can only toss somewhere in the square inch, and it does not hinder the normal operation of this world in the slightest.

What's more, this farce seems to be over......

There was no sign of people in the street below, except for an alley where two bodies lay up and down.

The monster's body on top could be determined at a glance to be alive or dead—its head and body were separated by a sword wrapped in a torn piece of cloth, and its body was tattered and its hands and feet were mutilated, which could undoubtedly be called a corpse.

Looking at the young man who was pressed under him, a slender horn was inserted into the side of his chest. Although the flat head connected by the single horn was already tattered, the red light on the tip of the horn was still shining, and what was even more strange was that the light was slowly squirming towards the young man's body.

At this time, some people did not perceive the slightest sign of the boy's life activity, and did not know if he was really dead......

......

Among the six or seven people in the distance, once again someone couldn't help but speak.

Lin Huan has been following Fang Yating's side since he entered this team, just silently observing everyone. He didn't even bother to pay attention to the battle about the beast below.

But he was still determined to break the deadlock at the moment, so he politely said: "Guys, it seems that it didn't work?"

No one replied directly, only the woman surnamed Gao and Han Fei were slightly interested, and asked rhetorically:

"So what?"

"How are you doing?"

Lin Huan first bowed slightly to Captain Gao to show his respect.

Then he replied to the other person who asked the question, and his tone was mixed with sharpness:

"Not really, but I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you...... Zai didn't die, but he still lived to this day. ”

The woman suddenly felt bored, and asked indifferently, "Do you have a personal vendetta?"

"Not only personal enmity, but also public vendetta!" Lin Huan pointed straight at Han Fei and replied angrily, "This person also has collusion with the Demon Venerable!"

Everyone was shocked, even Uncle Zheng, who was always silent, and Li Li, who was comforting the girl in a loud voice, suddenly shifted their attention to Han Fei, and a little doubt and vigilance gradually appeared in their eyes.

Nie Yun was already leaning on Han Fei, and at this moment he quietly moved half a step closer.

"Evidence?" the captain questioned, raising her eyebrows slightly to continue.

After Lin Huan suppressed the angry feelings on his face, he sorted out his thoughts for a moment, and then replied in a very orderly manner:

"Captain Gao, when we first met, I deduced that I was just a casual cultivator, but in fact I lied.

To re-introduce, I am Lin Huan, the fourteenth generation outer disciple of Yantian Sect, under the tutelage of the foreign sect elder Zao Wou-ki. ”

"How dare you panic and deceive us?!" But Fang Yating, who didn't care about these things, said extremely, the cold light in her eyes was refracted, staring at the man with an apologetic face nearby, faintly about to attack.

"When I was rescued by another brother, I even took away the natal magic weapon from that person, so do I still have the face to prove my identity?" Lin Huan looked directly at the girl's gaze with a sincere expression, and said slowly with a little pity.

"Evidence?" Captain Gao frowned at the scene and repeated the words.

After the girl experienced great stimulation, she had already lost her six gods, but at this moment, as if she had found a direction to vent, she kept pointing at Han Fei who was on the edge of everyone.

At the same time, she screamed frantically: "My brother is dead! What proof do you need? This bastard is going to kill! It's his ......."

The girl shook her young body hysterically, ignoring the wound on her body that had just been bandaged to rupture again, waving her hands wildly to resist the approach of the people around her, and she was about to enter a state of madness.

"Bang!

Three clear slaps suddenly sounded in succession, and then the owner of the beating man said in a light tone: "Your brother's death has nothing to do with others, but is it caused by your willfulness, that's all." ”

After finishing speaking, the female captain in black slowly lowered her right hand, turned around and motioned to Li Li beside her to go over to the girl.

Then, she looked straight at Lin Huan on the other side of her, as if she had turned into a brainless humanoid machine, without the slightest impatience on her face.

The female captain repeated again:

"Proof!"

"I ...... I just saw that down there...... The man...... It's Han Fei's apprentice ......" Lin Huan seemed to be completely suppressed by his cold and powerful momentum, and his words were swallowed, but his eyes were clear, and he tried to look at the person in front of him, until finally he gritted his teeth and said in one breath, "That sword is under the natal thing!"

After speaking, he realized that his whole body was already soaked, so he propped up his head in annoyance, looking panting but unyielding integrity.

“......”

As soon as Captain Gao stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the void, he saw that in an inconspicuous dark alley in the distance, a sword-shaped object wrapped in rags broke through the air, and in the blink of an eye, the handle just stopped at the end of her palm.

She held her right hand lightly, her wrist shook slightly, and the rags on the sword instantly shattered and scattered, revealing the true appearance of the three-foot Qingfeng,

Suddenly, the sword was full of pride, but as soon as the man who wielded the sword tightened the hilt slightly, it immediately whined and succumbed.

"It's okay, it's really a standard item for the disciples of Yantian Sect," the female captain glanced at the sword and confirmed its authenticity.

Then she reversed the Qingfeng, with the hilt facing forward, and said lightly, "Try it." ”

Lin Huan's face showed a happy expression, and he bowed for a while before responding: "Yes, my lord!"

Then, with trembling hands, he took the sword.

As soon as Lin Huan's right hand touched the hilt of the sword, the sword instantly cheered up, as if it was chirping happily.

Pinch the trick with your left hand, dance lightly with your right hand,

Stabs, turns, slashes, and turns.

Pick up a sword flower and swing it at someone who is on the edge of a few people, pointing straight and standing still.

And on the tip of the sword, a pale cyan edge suddenly appeared, it was the sword ray!

"Well, since you can cultivate the sword, you are indeed a disciple of Yantian Sect, and this sword is really yours," the female captain bowed slightly, which was regarded as verifying Lin Huan's body.

Then he asked, "What other excuse do you have?"

"I don't know. Han Fei thought he was honest.

Hearing such a crisp and neat denial, in terms of everyone's very different but mostly rich experience, I have never seen such a scoundrel and shameless and fearless guy!

The girl didn't know how many times, and still hadn't learned her lesson, so she jumped out again, and said in a dumb voice full of hatred: "You are talking nonsense with your eyes open! Captain, what else do you have to do with such a bastard!"

Fortunately, Li Li, who was re-dressing her wounds, stopped her behavior in time without regard for her body.

Li Li, who put down the knife indifferently, continued the work in her hand with a natural expression.

"She was justified this time, did you really not explain?"

Although it was a question, the cold black-clothed captain had slowly walked towards Han Fei, who was still silent, and halfway through took a long ink-colored knife without a sheath handed over by Uncle Zheng while bowing his head and doing things.

Her rainbow-like momentum has gradually condensed, and the fluctuation of killing intent has a point!

And the person to whom he is still putting on a lazy appearance that has nothing to do with himself.

Fighting seems inevitable...... Or rather, it has never been avoided......