Standing at the door of the mansion, thinking back to the beginning, Qi Ziyuan's lips curled slightly, but he immediately felt an indescribable sense of crisis.

"Who is it?" Qi Ziyuan quickly turned his head, and the fan unfolded, blocking in front of him.

But after seeing the person behind him, he suddenly lost his voice.

On the other side of the street, under a windlamp.

A figure, long and jade.

The cyan robes were blown in a row in the breeze, setting off a sharp arc.

The man has an amazing face, his eyebrows are like distant mountains and emeralds, his eyes are like ancient wells without waves, his face is calm and cold, and there is a hint of imperceptible high compassion, like a god.

Just standing so casually and indifferently, it seems to be gentle, indifferent, and elegant like a person in the dust, within a radius of a few zhang around him, but it seems to be shrouded by some invisible force, and no one dares to take a step closer.

Qi Ziyuan's heart jumped, this man actually looked a little familiar.

But he was sure he had never seen this man.

Danger + degree of danger! Qi Ziyuan's intuition told himself frantically.

He knew he should flee now, and every muscle in his body was telling himself to flee, to flee from this man.

But the moment he met the man, he lost the ability to control himself.

The man didn't even give him a look, but he suppressed himself so much that he didn't even have the strength to lift his hands and feet.

This man is even more powerful than his own cheap master! Qi Ziyuan immediately judged.

I watched the man walk slowly, dressed and strolling leisurely towards him. Qi Ziyuan's pupils constricted, and the muscles in his body tensed to stiffness, even if he couldn't control himself, he tried his best to gather his internal strength.

There has never been a danger, there has never been a pressure, if it weren't for Qi Ziyuan's firmness, I am afraid that he would have to kneel on the ground and bow his head.

The man walked about a meter away from Qi Ziyuan, and finally stopped, his dark eyes like black jade flowed, flashing with a touch of golden light.

opened his mouth, Qi Ziyuan wanted to say something, but found that his throat was dry and he couldn't pronounce a single syllable.

The man in Tsing Yi only glanced at Qi Ziyuan lightly, his eyes were indifferent and ruthless, looking at Qi Ziyuan was like looking at a stone or a tree, and then he spoke: "Who are you learning from?" ”

With these words, the pressure that Qi Ziyuan was under to imprison him suddenly dissipated, and his whole body was relaxed.

Qi Ziyuan wanted to be perfunctory casually, but under the calm and ruthless eyes of the man in green clothes, that thought disappeared as soon as it was born, and he replied honestly: "The late student inherited a black surname Wuzun." ”

"Black surname? Or are you a little clever, thinking that you can still go back to the valley in this way? The face of the man in Tsing Yi remained unchanged, but there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

Qi Ziyuan's heart was shocked, he seemed to understand something, and looked at the man in Tsing Yi with a little disbelief.

Could it be that this man knows his cheap master?

It's a big deal! The matter of himself and Chu Tianmu and a few people killing the cheap master is known by God, you know and I know.

Now that the acquaintance of this cheap master has come to the door, and the martial arts realm is stable and overwhelms everyone, in the eyes of the other party, these people on their own side are afraid that they are not even side dishes.

What to do? How do I get out? Qi Ziyuan's mind was quickly calculating.

"Since you are a teacher of Black Ugly Wood, why did you kill him? What is the use of such people who have forgotten their ancestors? The man in Tsing Yi's eyes instantly returned to ruthless indifference, and his tone was light, but it was like thunder in the nine heavens in Qi Ziyuan's ears.