Song Huaizhu glanced at Zhu Luan, who was standing quietly in place, and the fog in his eyes was even deeper.

There was a deafening shout of killing from above.

"Does that really matter? Although it will affect your future cultivation path, you need strength at this moment, don't you? His voice was calm and pleasant, but it revealed undisguised seduction.

"After all, all tragedies in the world are determined by the incompetence of the person concerned." Song Huaizhu looked at Zhu Luan's eyes.

"Even if you are now at the peak of the Yitian realm, among the cultivators who dare to come out and break through, this realm is still far from enough."

The man's voice became colder and colder, "I don't have the ability, but I want to go up, but I'm just killing myself." Don't forget that you don't have any more life left. ”

In the eyes of the Grandmaster of the Unenlightened Realm, cultivators below the Extreme Realm on the cultivation path will become ant-like existences.

And when does the goshawk need to care about the opinion of the ants?

He looked at the girl in front of him, like a blue sky high above, looking at the ants on the ground.

As long as you are not strong enough, then no matter how righteous and intelligent you are, it is useless.

"The incompetent are not inferior." Zhu Luan was unmoved by the man's words, "Ants can also turn the sky upside down." ”

Surprisingly, hearing Zhu Luan's rebuttal, Song Huaizhu did not show unhappiness, and his eyes were stunned for a moment.

"Who told you that?"

The man's voice was quiet, but the atmosphere in the whole person changed.

Princess Jinyang raised her head and looked at Song Huaizhu.

"My mother." Zhu Luan was still unmoved, and replied with a smile.

"Really?" Song Huaizhu repeated in a low voice.

"That's nice," he said, looking at her deeply, "I'll wait for you to prove it to me." ”

The breath on Song Huaizhu's body was depressed and low, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Lady Tao looked at the three people standing in the room uneasily.

The sound of hurried footsteps in the secret passage broke the slightly eerie atmosphere of the room.

"Ninth sister!"

The first was Zhu Rong, followed by Duan Lizheng, followed by Wei Yong and more than a dozen guards.

Zhu Rong's face was pale, holding a heavy sword, a bright red liquid dripping from the tip of the sword, and the whole person's body was already a little shaky, all supported by the heavy sword.

Duan Lizheng's state was better, but the expression on his face was very grim.

Seeing Zhu Luan standing in the center of the secret room, Zhu Rong's face was suddenly startled, and then the corners of his mouth rose, and a big smile appeared on the young man's handsome face.

Although he didn't tell the others, he actually resisted returning to the secret room when he was fighting outside.

He was afraid that when he came back here, all he saw was a corpse.

But I didn't expect to see her standing here.

It looked the same as when he first saw her, and his face originally looked like a big smile, but at this time it actually made him want to laugh too.

Then he saw a strange man standing beside her.

Zhu Rong stopped.

He remembered not seeing the man when he left.

"You are?" He asked.

"Is that you?" Behind him, Duan Lizheng suddenly spoke.

Duan Lizheng clenched the hilt of the Naked Sword, "Sure enough, it's you." He said.

"Xue Zhai went back?" Song Huaizhu's gaze was still on Zhu Luan, and he asked lightly.

"Hmm." Duan Lizheng nodded in response, with some humiliation in his voice.

For this prodigy, who has few opponents in Huizhou, the frustration brought to him by this monk is really not small.

The moment Monk Xuezhai stood at the door, he was not allowed to enter the door for a single step.

Not long after the two of them confronted each other, there was a sudden huge fluctuation from the ground that only a cultivator could perceive, and the fluctuation was so violent that he was anxious to rush there, but Monk Xuezhai was like a mountain that could not be crossed.

No matter how he unstabbed his sword, he couldn't stab this man.

After his countless attempts and countless failures, the underground dark tide suddenly disappeared, and the monk Xuezhai said a Buddha name and disappeared into the daylight.

With Zhu Rong, who arrived, he entered the secret room together, and he saw the man at first sight.

The man he had seen twice in Lingyan Temple, the senior brother of the Xuezhai monk.

"What are you doing here?" Duan Lizheng's naked sword came out of the sheath with a bang, pointing directly at Song Huaizhu.

"It's okay, he saved me." Zhu Luan saw Duan Lizheng's horror, smiled and said on the side.

"Saved you?" Duan Lizheng asked suspiciously, his gaze moving to Zhu Luan.

Then his body stiffened for a moment.

If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't left, he would definitely not have been able to believe that this woman was the same person he saw lying on the bed when he was summoned by Princess Jinyang to threaten Zhu Rong with a broken arm.

Because, standing in front of him was a cultivator of the Yitian Realm, not a dying girl lying on the bed before.

It is impossible to make such a big change in just a few quarters of an hour.

"Are you ......" Duan Lizheng asked tentatively, "Zhu Ying?" ”

Zhu Luan nodded. Duan Lizheng took a deep breath and swallowed both surprise and suspicion.

"Was this son who saved his sister?" Zhu Rong supported his body with a heavy sword and asked Song Huaizhu.

Song Huaizhu frowned slightly, "Don't dare to be." He looked at Zhu Rong and replied, then looked at Zhu Luan again.

"I'm leaving." He said to walk away, and this time he didn't stop.

Zhu Luan waved his hand at his back, "See you soon." This time she was the one who said it.

Song Huaizhu's back looked crisp, but a response came to her.

"Hmm." This time it was he who responded.

Zhu Rong and Duan Lizheng watched Song Huaizhu leave, and after the man's back completely disappeared, Zhu Rong shifted his gaze to look at Zhu Luan and said anxiously: "Ninth sister, can you walk now?" ”

Zhu Luan nodded, not only can he walk, but he can also run, but he still doesn't say it.

"Then let's get out of here," said the young man, "fearing that the people surrounding the house would set fire to the house, and that they would not be able to escape. ”

Zhu Luan nodded, and then asked, "What's going on outside?"

"It's said to be a bandit."

"Bandits?" Zhu Luan looked incredulous.

"At this time, it is rare to say that you are a bandit." Zhu Luan sighed, not knowing what to say.

No bandit dared to rob the British government.

Although she had been staying underground, after the meridians and acupoints were restored, the movement on the ground was like in her ears.

British Gong Zhu Kuan's such a big deal this time naturally cannot end in an ordinary way.

Zhu Luan glanced at Zhu Rong, not to mention that it was impossible for Old Taijun Bai to tolerate the existence of other British princes.

Today, the two major forces of the British Duke have no way to retreat and will inevitably face a direct confrontation.

The sound of the fight outside became more and more violent, the popping sound of the sword entering the flesh, the rattle of broken bones, and this fighting sound was the real fighting sound, murderous and terrifying.

Bandits?

A glimmer of light flashed in Zhu Luan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth crooked and smiled.

Princess Yingluan's classmates have a lot of experience.

For example, she was a bandit.

Then she was very familiar with the bandits' slogans, and she helped to change the lines because they were too vulgar.

But no matter how you change it, the bandits' lines are nothing more than brothers running or money girls waiting in front of them.

Trying to make money but not to die, this is a bandit.

There are also shouting and shouting to kill, after all, it is also common. But that's a vendetta hunt. It's different from the momentum overhead.

This kind of cold and indiscriminate killing sound belongs to only one kind of person.

Another profession of Princess Yingluan.

Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound.

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

These people are real soldiers who defend their homeland and country.

galloping on the battlefield.

King.

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