Whew~

The turbulent air currents crashed into the void like waves, and there was a dead silence inside and outside the Blue Mountain City.

Lin Baimei stood in the sky with a knife, looking at the scene in front of him, and his heart was messy.

He's dead......

After being entangled with himself for many days, he couldn't get the upper hand in several battles, and he couldn't even force out his real enemy.

He died so easily in front of his eyes.

The pervasive bloody aura made Lin Baimei look in a trance for a moment, so much so that when he heard the voice coming from the city, he couldn't respond for the first time.

"Pingbo Lou Lin Baimei, I have seen Your Excellency....."

After a moment of trance, Lin Baimei looked at the short-haired Taoist in the city, and his tone suddenly changed: "You, you are ......"

The posture of the man among the people looks ordinary at a glance, under the gray clothes, the body is even a little thin, and the unrefined facial features are still lacking in eyes.

No matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to be a master who could easily kill the enemy of Edgeworth.

While Lin Baimei looked at An Qisheng, the latter was also looking at him.

This middle-aged man with a knife is burly and strong, his face is resolute, and his breath is as calm as a mountain, and his cultivation is not weaker than the swordsman who died in his hands.

And the physique is far superior.

"Lin Baimei!" Ram Yan could see people, but he couldn't help gritting his teeth.

Although he had guessed that the destruction of the mixed door had nothing to do with Pingbo Tower, if the old door master was not seriously injured by this person, how could he be destroyed so easily.

He wanted to question, but An Qisheng waved his hand, stopped his words, 'looked' at Lin Baimei, and said lightly:

"Mix it up, Hongxuan."

In his heart, there was a message surging.

This person's name is Lin Baimei, the eldest disciple of the contemporary master of Pingbo Building, who cultivates the dragon like a supernatural power, and condenses the dragon like a great golden pill.

The teacher of the predecessor, the old master of the mixed family, was injured in his hands, and the predecessor went into the mountains to find medicine, and because of this.

"Hongxuan ......"

Lin Baimei chewed on the name, and only then did he have some impressions in his heart.

This scene made An Qisheng shake his head in his heart.

The memory of a cultivator is always excellent, and Lin Baimei must be the best among them, he has to think about it to recognize the person in front of him, which naturally shows that he has never taken his predecessor to heart before.

Zheng~

The long knife is sheathed.

Lin Baimei fell into the air, and first arched his hand towards the old man surnamed Lin: "Old Lin, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Lin Daoyou doesn't have to be polite."

The old man surnamed Lin smiled slightly, glanced at An Qisheng, and then said: "Old man Lin Xun, Hongxuan Daoyou is hiding so deeply. ”

After witnessing that supernatural power, why didn't he know that he had seen it before?

And there was a suspicion in his heart, doubting that he had seen the purple qi at the earliest......

"Hidden?"

An Qisheng just shook his head, but he had no intention of explaining, so he took out a piece of purple gold and threw it to Qiao Qi'er, who was holding a big flower donkey in a daze:

"Many houses in the city have collapsed, so take this ingot of purple gold and compensate others on my behalf."

"Huh? Yes, yes. ”

Qiao Qi'er was immersed in great shock and couldn't extricate herself, and when she heard the words, she woke up like a dream, and hurriedly picked up the purple gold and left.

"The ..... of the Gatekeeper"

The ram squirmed in his throat and turned away, but he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it and ruin the business of the door master.

That Lin Bai's eyebrows fell, obviously he had something to say.

The master of the door did not make a move, obviously he also had something to say, thinking of that sword cultivation, he also had a guess in his heart.

"Indemnity ......"

Lin Baimei glanced at An Qisheng and did not speak.

Lin Xun had a better impression of An Qisheng, and couldn't help but stroke his beard: "Hong Daoyou has a heart." ”

"Your Excellency seems to have something to say, and it just so happens that I have something to talk to you about."

Glancing at Lin Baimei, who was indifferent, An Qisheng waved his hand, but walked to the restaurant at the end of the street.

He mobilized the power of the leylines to make a move, even if he had reservations, the turmoil in Blue Mountain City was not small.

Not to mention the outer city, there are not a few houses in the inner city that have collapsed, although there is Lin Lu to support it, it is inevitable that there will be some chaos.

In fact, the three of them stopped here, and the huge inner city was silent, and many of the close ones were hidden in the corners, and they didn't dare to come out.

Lin Baimei and the two glanced at each other, didn't say a word, and followed.

......

The chaos in Blue Mountain City didn't last long.

On the second day of the battle, the disciples of Pingbo Lou had already arrived in a hurry, and before Lin Baimei left, they had already rebuilt the houses and streets that had been destroyed by the aftermath.

It's just that the vast majority of people are still in shock, and many of the richest people in the inner city have begun to sell their belongings and are ready to move out of Blue Mountain City.

At the window of the highest restaurant in Bluewater City, An Qisheng looked out the window, Lin Baimei broke through the air and left, and it was invisible for a few moments.

"I heard that Lin Baimei once injured his teacher, and the old man thought that you were looking for him to be unlucky, so I let him go, but it was an accident for the old man."

Lin Xun, who had changed into a green shirt, held the wine glass in one hand, and looked at An Qisheng with a touch of inquiry in his eyes.

"It is worthy of the Confucian royal way, and it is different from what I once knew."

An Qisheng couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this.

This old Confucian had a good conversation with Lin Baimei before, and he turned his head and asked why he didn't make a move, which was too real.

"My Confucianism has always been like this, how has it ever changed? As you know, it's just rotten. ”

Lin Xun frowned, but he couldn't help but ask: "Back then, a disciple asked the master, what should he do if he meets an enemy." Guess what the Master said? ”

Anqisheng poured himself a drink: "I want to hear it." ”

"The Master Says ....."

Lin Xun's expression was solemn: "Fu and the world are also together!" ”

"It's also a man of temperament."

An Qisheng smiled dumbly.

The meaning is simple and clear, never live under the same sky with the enemy!

Those who can say such things can see that the Confucian master is also a person with a strong temperament.

"Hong Daoyou hasn't said why?"

Lin Xun took a drink of himself, and slowly exhaled again: "There are few people in Pingbo Building who let the old man see it. ”

"I don't look for his bad luck, naturally there will be people looking for his bad luck."

An Qisheng put down his glass and motioned out the window.

At the corner of the restaurant not far away, Ram Yan stared at the direction of Lin Baimei's departure, unwilling to look away for a long time.

Lin Xun glanced at the little old man squatting on the corner of the restaurant, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Don't say that his limit is approaching, even if he doesn't, it is impossible to find Lin Baimei's bad luck." ”

Lin Baimei is not a genius.

But it depends on who you compare it to.

Compared with the Northwest Dao, Youzhou, and even the Tianjiao of the entire Great Zhou, he is naturally the capital of the Chinese people, but looking at the crowd, he is already the top among tens of thousands of people.

There is the possibility of 'nine turns of gold' and the spirit out of the body.

"The number of fates is credible, but it cannot be fully believed. Where faith goes, the number of lives can also be changed. How do you know that there is no possibility for the ram Yan to rebel against his fate? ”

An Qisheng tapped on the table, and the 'da-da' sounded: "If Lin Lao doesn't believe it, he might as well take a gamble." ”

"Bet on what?"

Lin Xun's eyes lit up, but he was interested: "What do you like, you might as well say it bluntly." ”

"Master's handbook!"

......

Cold.

Dark.

And...... It's unimaginable, the horror pain that penetrates the soul!

"Ahh

In the irrepressible pain, Wu Fei turned over and sat up, sweating profusely, and every subtle part of his body was shrinking, spasming, and twitching.

The horror of death rolled over in his heart, causing him to let out a loud howl.

In this cold, empty, and inaccessible underground palace, it is becoming more and more terrifying.

For a long time, after a long time.

The howl had just come down.

Laugh at~

A flame rose and illuminated the dusty dungeon.

In the darkness, an emaciated figure in a wide cloak walked out slowly, and the cold light of his eyes crossed the shadows and landed in the middle of the underground palace, in the middle of a mottled altar:

"Howling enough?"

"Uh....."

Wu Fei groaned in surprise, and still knelt down on the altar with his body swinging, a trace of horror appeared on his pale face:

"Door, doorman. If you defile the ears of the master, your subordinates deserve death for their sins, and they deserve death for their sins......."

"There is a great terror between life and death, and even if there is a way to replace death, it is inevitable to suffer."

The cloaked man's tone was calm, without the slightest emotion in it, cold as a stone: "How's the matter?" ”

"The ..... of the Gatekeeper"

Enduring the severe pain and fear, Wu Fei lowered his head and spoke: "Under the pretense of Pingbo Lou Lin Baimei, Li Qinghou of the Star Gate, and the name of Wang Tianfeng of Feiyu Pavilion, more than a dozen small sects, including the Mixed Sect and the Mixed Sect, have been destroyed......

The severe pain spread in his soul, but Wu Fei was shocked but did not dare to slack off, and told all the things he had done these days.

The cloaked man interrupted him: "Long story, short story! ”

“...... Be. ”

Wu Fei's face tightened, and he paused before he spoke: "My subordinates are cautious, and I only used the magic power of the Star Gate before I died......."

The Cloaked Man was silent for a moment.

Wu Fei was shocked and kept silent, endured the pain, and didn't dare to come out.

"This seat has always had clear rewards and punishments, and you did a good job this time."

After a long silence, the cloaked man spoke again: "Today's loss, the door has its own compensation!" Substitute for the deceased can also be re-claimed. ”

"Thank you for your grace."

Wu Fei hurriedly kowtowed to thank him, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the severe pain seemed to have eased a lot.

"The Wanfa Dynasty Sect is coming, and this seat is going to the imperial capital in the near future, before that, all kinds of matters related to the Star Gate, Pingbo Tower, and Tiangang Gate must be done safely."

Under the cloak, there seemed to be a ghost fire burning: "Although the land of Youzhou is on the border, for us....... But it's also crucial. ”

Wu Fei took a deep breath and grabbed the ground with his head: "The subordinates will definitely die!" ”

"Hmm."

The Cloaked Man nodded, and stepped back into the shadows.

Wu Fei was shocked that the big stone fell to the ground, and was about to get up, when he suddenly heard the footsteps stop, and the indifferent voice sounded again:

"Who killed you?"

"Go back, go back to the master."

Wu Fei was shocked and showed hatred and resentment: "It's the Hongxuan Dao man who mixes with the sect, he doesn't know what adventures he had, not only did he condense the Dan, but his magical powers were much stronger than that Lin Baimei!" ”

"Hongxuan Daoist?"

The cloaked man paused, as if he was thinking or deducing something.

Wu Fei looked up cautiously, only to see that outside the cloak, there seemed to be a demonic mist rolling, and his heart was in awe.

After a while, Fang said to himself: "Those who die, adversity rises." Interesting, interesting ......."

"Huh?! Dare to snoop on this seat, it is really ....."

The words generally stopped abruptly, the cloaked man suddenly raised his head, and under the cloak, the ghost fire flashed, and the underground palace spontaneously let out a shocking roar:

"What a gut!"