Chapter Fifty-Six, Lord? The Son?

Ouyang Yifeng's eyes became colder and colder, what the hell are these things, no matter how you fight, it's okay, with internal force, the internal force will also pass directly through them, they seem to exist, no matter how you can't touch them, but they really appear in front of you.

Ouyang Yifeng carefully observed the faces of these so-called ghosts, and found that almost all of them were wearing female hair, their faces were pale and bloodless, and they looked like people who had been dead for a long time.

"Everybody don't move." Ouyang Zhiyuan shouted, these white images were like a puff of smoke, they couldn't touch them at all, let alone deal with them, it was better to stay still than waste their strength like this.

In fact, Ouyang Yifeng had another idea, that is, since they couldn't touch these white shadows and couldn't hurt them, did it mean that this white shadow couldn't hurt them?

Everyone didn't move, and those white shadows saw that Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't move, and they didn't move, they all floated to the side, looking at them uncertainly.

Ouyang Zhiyuan looked like this, I really didn't guess wrong, nodded I didn't know that his head was not finished yet, the white shadows glanced at each other, and then moved together.

All the white shadows rushed towards Ouyang Yifeng and them almost at the same time.

Ouyang Yifeng reacted quickly and easily avoided the white shadow's attack. The ghost wind and ghost shadow also react quickly, after all, they are all people who are used to seeing bloody storms. The clouds fainted, and they were not aggressive in front of the white shadow, so they ignored it directly. The sophomore year has to take care of the freshman year, which is not very lethal and can also be ignored.

The eyeless didn't flash fast enough, and was grazed by a white shadow, and a long blood mark immediately appeared on the white lotus-like arm.

Ouyang Zhiyuan thought that he had guessed correctly, they couldn't hurt those white shadows, and those white shadows definitely couldn't hurt them, and he was still complacent about his cleverness, but one was attacked by several white shadows without paying attention, and several blood marks appeared on his body.

Ouyang Zhiyuan instantly felt that God was unfair, these white shadows could hurt them, but they couldn't hurt these white shadows, with such differential treatment, what chance of winning?

Before Ouyang Zhiyuan could finish howling, these strange white shadows slowly floated away, just like when they came, drifting farther away.

The ghost wind and ghost shadows saw those white shadows floating away with a faint banter in their eyes, and they looked at each other, this is, gone? What are they doing, it feels like they're out to have fun, and when they've had enough, they're gone.

"Young palace master, young palace master."

Early the next morning, Leng Feixue had just gotten up, and Fan Er ran into her room in a hurry.

Fan Er jumped in front of Leng Feixue and smiled brightly, "Young Palace Master, let me tell you, we played tricks on those people last night, it was so funny, one of them was so timid, as soon as I scared him, he fainted, you said it's not funny." ”

Leng Feixue didn't react lightly, and the fans were not discouraged, "Young palace master, let me tell you, one of those six people is very good-looking, I have never seen such a good-looking man, and ah, he is so calm, so cool, there is a woman who is too cold, I don't like it." ”

Leng Feixue still didn't react, and the more fans fought, the more courageous they became, "They don't think they will live for more than two days, but they are also powerful, no one has ever been able to stay in the ghost mountain overnight without an antidote, and they are not dead yet." ”

Leng Feixue didn't react, and the fans began to be a little deflated, what happened to the young palace master, after going out and coming back this time, he was completely different.

"Young Palace Master, let me tell you, these people are not small, I don't know why they came to Ghost Mountain. You say that you are a prince, why can't you send a subordinate and come by yourself? Everyone knows that the ghost mountain is dangerous, so he is not afraid of dying here? The two fathers and sons came together, and they deserved to die. ”

Concubine Leng Xue's eyes moved slightly, "Lord Wang? ”

Seeing that Leng Feixue finally reacted, Fan Er immediately came to her senses and nodded desperately, "Mmmmmm, I heard those people call that middle-aged man Wang Ye, and that good-looking man called Shizi." ”

Rajah? The Son? Could it be Ouyang Zhiyuan and Ouyang Yifeng?

Then Leng Feixue laughed at herself again, how could she think of the two of them, how could they come to the Ghost Mountain, they should now enjoy the glory and wealth in the prosperous Northern Capital, not in this dangerous and murderous Ghost Mountain.

Fan Er was inexplicably laughed by Leng Feixue, scratching her head, what's wrong with the young palace master, how did she find that she couldn't keep up with the young palace master's thinking more and more, miserable, the young palace master was already very smart, but now she is even smarter, the gap is getting bigger and bigger, she will be killed by the young palace master, woo, she doesn't want it.

Fan Er secretly clenched her fists, she must also learn to be smarter, so as not to be bullied so badly, but this is a matter of the future, and the most important thing now is to make the young palace master happy.

Fan Er stood beside Leng Feixue, "Young Palace Master, let me tell you, that prince, I heard that it is still very famous in Beiyou, what is it called, I think about it, I heard what they said, huh...... It seems to be what god of war, what is it called Ouyang and what ......"

"Ouyang Zhiyuan." Fan Er was still struggling with Ouyang something, Leng Feixue grabbed her hand and asked.

Fan'er's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, yes, it's called Ouyang Zhiyuan, oh, young palace master, how do you know, is it possible that you know...... Alas, young palace master, where are you going, young palace master, you wait for me...... Young palace master ......"

Leng Feixue flew out with an arrow, completely ignoring the fans who were shouting in the back.

It's Ouyang Zhiyuan, damn it, why did they come, except for the people in the Enchanting Palace who entered this ghost mountain, no one could get out alive.

Ouyang Zhiyuan is good to her, although Ouyang Yifeng has done something sorry for her, but she Leng Feixue has always had clear grievances and grievances, and she will not implicate Ouyang Zhiyuan, she can't watch Ouyang Zhiyuan die in the ghost mountain.

And Ouyang Zhiyuan and his party here, after the strange thing last night, remained vigilant all night, and they didn't sleep all night, except for the freshman who was injured and fainted, and the clouds that fainted with fright.

It was dawn, and those weird white shadows never appeared again, Ouyang Yifeng intuitively felt that they would come again, because the expressions of those white shadows before leaving, he could see very clearly, it was an expression of discovering a plaything.

I didn't sleep all night, everyone's spirit was not very good, and their faces were pale with a little darkness, except for Ouyang Yifeng.

Yunwu sat on the side very depressed, and when he woke up in the morning, he was despised by Eyeless, so that now he was embarrassed to speak, especially when Eyeless was still looking at him with contempt, and he wanted to find a hole to get into.