In Mu Feng's mind, he remembered the communication crystal in Qian Guizhi's hand when he died.

The anger in his heart was monstrous, but he didn't regret it!

The dragon has reverse scales, and if you touch it, you will be angry!

On that day, Qian Guizhi threatened Su Rou's life with him, and in his heart, he would definitely get rid of it!

However, what he never expected was that he would provoke a martial king powerhouse because of this!

Even if he came to the Martial Sect, with Mu Feng's talent and potential, he believed that Qiu Wanjian would definitely stand on his side.

However, the warrior king is strong.

But to say that it is easy to destroy his Biyun Sword Sect!

"The envoy and Lord Wu came in a hurry, and they were very tired, so please enter the main hall and rest for a while. As for the female cultivator of the Xuanyin body, we will talk about it slowly. ”

Glancing at the handsome man on the throne of the demon standing in the air, and the white-clothed messenger, Qiu Wanjian was afraid that Mu Feng beside him would go crazy, so he hurriedly said.

He understands Mu Feng, this is a master who once he gets angry, he dares to poke a hole in the sky!

On the main peak of the Biyun Sword Sect, many disciples were sluggish.

The body of Xuanyin?

Could it be?

Suddenly, they recalled the peerless beauty Su Rou, and they didn't know what was wrong with her body, it was cold and cold.

Glancing at the ugly face of the handsome young man standing behind Qiu Wanjian, he was even more confirmed in his heart.

For their elder brother, full of sympathy.

Hearing this, the white-clothed envoy frowned slightly, and said, "My master's time is so precious, it can be wasted with you ants!"

Wow!

This sentence is quite heart-wrenching.

Up and down the Biyun Sword Sect, when they heard this, their faces changed, and they were angry.

There was a raging anger burning in his chest, but after all, Qiu Wanjian was the master of a sect, and the city was quite deep.

A smile appeared on his face again, and he said, "Lord Martial King has descended on the Sect, and my whole sect is full of brilliance. It's just that the nun is not feeling well, so she has to give us some time to prepare. ”

At the same time, a voice sounded in Mu Feng's ears: "Feng'er, you leave with Su Rou quickly, and I'll drag them down." Remember, after leaving the sect, there may be a glimmer of life if you take the Qingyun Gale Sculpture to escape to the Endless Forest. ”

Mu Feng's body was shocked, and there was infinite warmth in his heart.

At this moment, he truly recognized Qiu Wanjian, the master.

Agree with the Biyun Sword Sect!

The martial arts were cruel, but he could feel Qiu Wanjian's concern for him, sincerely.

Because, with the memory of the peerless ruthless emperor, he can see the love in Qiu Wanjian's eyes.

However, how could Mu Feng leave?!

If he escapes, the Biyun Sword Sect will definitely bear the wrath of the Martial King's powerhouse!

After looking around, a group of junior brothers and sisters exuding a youthful atmosphere not far away, looking at the look of worship when they looked at him, how could he bear it? !

"Master, I won't leave. For the sake of the two of us, the whole sect is in dire straits, and I can't do it!"

Mu Feng transmitted, the voice was sonorous and powerful!

Qiu Wanjian sighed in his heart, but he was very satisfied with Mu Feng.

This son is talented and evil, and he values love and righteousness.

Such a heavenly pride, he is lucky for the Biyun Sword Sect!

"Oh?"

Hearing this, the white-clothed envoy was a little impatient.

Glancing at Shizun, he knew that Master didn't like to procrastinate, so he looked at Qiu Wanjian coldly and said, "You have to give a reason that can convince me." ”

"If not, bring that female cultivator immediately, immediately, quickly! Otherwise, kill you from the top and bottom of the Biyun Sword Sect, and the chickens and dogs will not be left!"

As he spoke, the white-clothed messenger's body was steaming, and the terrifying spiritual power rolled and soared into the sky.

Under that coercion, some of the neighboring disciples turned pale and retreated.

"Martial Sect powerhouse!"

This white-clothed envoy looked to be in his twenties, but he didn't expect it to be a genuine martial arts powerhouse!

It's scary!

Everyone gritted their teeth.

Threat, naked, naked, nudist threat!

And the handsome and demon-like martial king powerhouse on the throne, as if he was not interested in the ants on the ground, raised a pair of deep eyes, and looked at the clouds in the sky.

"Okay, then I'll make a bet with the envoy. If you win by luck, please give me a little time. ”

Qiu Wanjian said with a serious face.

There was a hint of contempt in the eyes of the white-clothed envoy, and there was a cat-and-mouse banter on his face, and he said, "Let's hear it." ”

"Guess, Envoy, how many fingers are there on the palm of my left hand?"

Qiu Wanjian smiled lightly.

The white-clothed envoy was obviously stunned, he didn't expect it to be such a bet.

In his eyes, there was a suspicious look. The power of the divine soul swept away, and the corners of his mouth smiled lightly: "Five." ”

He was proud in his heart, this Biyun Sword Sect Sect Master was still quite cunning, and he actually released a smoke bomb, trying not to make himself dare to guess.

Unexpectedly, his divine soul power was extremely strong, and after sweeping it, he discovered the facts.

The messenger in white was full of confidence.

Hearing this, Qiu Wanjian also smiled, but in the eyes of the white-clothed envoy, there was a bit of a bad premonition.

Laugh at!

A sound of flesh entering.

The crowd was horrified.

I saw a little finger falling from Qiu Wanjian's sleeve, and the blood flowed happily, like a blooming mandala.

"Look, Envoy, it's four!"

Smiling, Qiu Wanjian was deep in the palm of his left hand, only to see that the little finger on it was suddenly broken.

Now, the blood on the palm of his hand has been blocked by Qiu Wanjian's control of spiritual power, but the hideous wound is extremely oozing.

"Sect Master!"

Suddenly, the whole sect was silent.

No one thought that Qiu Wanjian, who was the dominant man in the past, would use this way of self-harm to delay a little time for the purple-clothed young man behind him.

Will he run away?

Everyone was suspicious.

Ask yourself, if it were them, they would probably run away immediately.

Thinking of this, I felt ashamed of Qiu Wanjian's sacrifice.

The Great Elder of Sword Dust said excitedly, Qiu Wanjian actually used self-harm to delay time.

Mu Feng also felt that his eyes were moist, and he knew that all this that Shizun had done was for him.

With his five fingers clenched, the young man really wanted to kill the white-clothed messenger with a sword!

"Humph!"

Obviously, the white-clothed envoy was very angry at Qiu Wanjian's deception.

A little finger, a sharp flash, directly shattered the little finger that fell to the ground into nothingness.

"What the ......"

Mu Feng was furious, and as soon as he stepped on the soles of his feet, he was about to step forward, but he was stopped by Qiu Wanjian.

"Feng'er, don't go and invite the Xuanyin Body Female Cultivator yet. ”

Qiu Wanjian said majestically, and at the same time told Mu Feng: "Feng'er, that's all you can do for the teacher." Go and have a good chat with Su Rou, remember, you must not recognize each other when you come here, this white-clothed envoy is extremely murderous, once it can be called a clue, your life will be over!"

"A stick of incense time!"

The white-clothed envoy didn't even look at Mu Feng, this kind of ant didn't deserve his attention at all.

The Great Elder of Sword Dust pushed Mu Feng, and Mu Feng turned to leave.

However, when the young man turned around, there was endless killing intent in his eyes, like a tide.

The man in white has been listed by him as a must-kill person!