Chapter Eighty-Six: Thousands of Trees and Plum Blossoms

Li Changfeng smiled and said: "You really don't have a sense of humor, in fact, the name is not intended, you don't have to mind it so much, and more importantly, what you see and hear next may be even more outrageous." ”

Zhu Jinlian responded quickly: "So that's why you don't accept it?"

Li Changfeng said: "Yes. ”

The expression on Zhu Jinlian's face softened slightly, but she still said, "I can't help you, because I am carrying the honor of Beiguo Academy." ”

"I won't back down, because I also bear the honor of Nanshan Academy, which won the championship three years ago, and I'm afraid it will be the same in three years. Li Changfeng said with a smile.

Zhu Jinlian: "I'm not afraid to flash my tongue when I say big things." ”

At this moment, suddenly a little plum blossom spread out at the feet of the two of them.

A little frost whispers, and the snowflakes bloom in thousands of mountains.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountains, on the banks of the big river, thousands of plum blossoms bloom.

It gradually became a plum forest, everyone was no longer on the edge of the cliff grass house, walked into the plum forest, they looked up, there was a vast white snow floating in the sky, they looked down, there was the Lancang River dust rolling on the ground.

The willows are hanging on the river, and the branches are in the snow.

This is Zhu Jinlian's divine illumination realm, and everyone seems to be holding their breath, even though they are not in this divine photo, they can still feel the majesty and magnificence inside.

There are snow-capped mountains.

There are big rivers.

There are plum blossoms of thousands of trees.

There is also a strong Zhu Jinlian.

And one more person.

Li Changfeng exhaled a breath and turned into a white mist.

"The plum blossoms are so fragrant. Li Changfeng muttered.

Facing each other, Zhu Jinlian walked step by step.

The plum blossoms that fell beside her were shattered into petals, as if there were knives in the wind.

Li Changfeng lowered his gaze slightly, and he saw a touch of brightness.

I don't know when the flying silk silver thread has been pinched in Zhu Jinlian's hand.

A weapon that even the wind can't catch.

Li Changfeng sighed and said, "You are indeed a rare genius. ”

Zhu Jinlian no longer spoke, some words she had never said and did not want to say, and now what they saw was all exchanged for their own blood and tears.

What the world can't see is the scene of her running barefoot in the snow, fighting with the mountain spirits in blood, and getting lost alone.

There is no natural genius, it is nothing more than knocking out teeth and swallowing blood, and practicing while bleeding.

Li Changfeng broke a branch from the plum tree, and there were three or five plum blossoms on the branches, delicate and beautiful, proud in the snow.

He has entered the realm of human superiority, but Zhu Jinlian has already crossed the threshold and defeated him steadily.

This is also the other party's divine illumination realm.

No matter how you look at it, it's a dead end.

The corners of Xuanxiang's mouth suddenly hooked up a smile: "If you want to win, you can only do your best, if you hide your secrets, there is only a dead end." ”

This is a dead end specially set for Li Changfeng.

Zhu Jinlian said coldly: "If there is any pressure on the box, don't hide it, because you are very likely to die under my sword, I said, this matter is related to the honor of the academy, and I will never spare any hand." ”

Li Changfeng said: "To tell you the truth, the only set of sword moves I can use is "Cloud Sword". ”

Zhu Jinlian's face was even colder: "So what?"

Li Changfeng knew what she was thinking, so he smiled and said, "I don't say this to ask you for injustice, but to tell you that even if it is the simplest sword move in Nanshan Academy, I can defeat you, a genius girl from Beiguo Academy." ”

Zhu Jinlian laughed instead of being angry when she heard this, and her face was slightly satisfied: "Then try it." ”

"Okay, then try!"

The black power suit rose from the ground, and the flying silk silver thread broke through the air.

Li Changfeng suddenly raised his head, and the branches rose head-on from the snow, pointing straight at Qiankun.

Mr. Qing of the Qingshui faction looked at the mountains and rivers and Meilin, and muttered: "Among the dragons and phoenixes in this person, he is really a genius in the world." ”

Mr. Bai of the Earth Dragon Sect had a helpless look on his face: "Old thing, you and I are already old people in Huangsha, and these dolls are the future of the rivers and lakes." ”

Mr. Qing sighed: "There are talented people in the country!"

The sigh of this life fell, and the snow fell in the clouds, flying like a seat.

The flying silk silver thread in Zhu Jinlian's hand was originally a rope tied around the waist of Wu Hanxiao, the dean of Beiguo Academy, but this rope was a silver wire that Wu Hanxiao pulled from the back of the snowy silver dragon, which was claimed to have the advantage of breaking a thousand weapons.

But this snowy silver dragon silk can't even touch Li Changfeng's clothes.

The reason is not in the device, but in the person.

Zhu Jinlian had a feeling that no matter how powerful the flying silk silver thread in her hand was, she might not be able to keep up with Li Changfeng's speed.

She obviously has a true martial arts skill that has excelled everyone, but why can't she even touch his clothes?

Li Changfeng only has one snow plum branch in his hand, and the three or five snow plums on it are delicate and beautiful, independent in the wind.

Perhaps only he knows why.

Because no matter how fast Zhu Jinlian's martial arts skills were, no matter how violent her true yuan was, it was still very slow in her eyes.

It's slow, it's slow, it's almost comical.

In his eyes, Zhu Jinlian was almost the same as the drunken old man in the late-night countryside, and her steps were staggering.

"Goose walks. The word suddenly popped into Li Changfeng's mind, but he couldn't say it.

Perhaps the only thing that could make Li Changfeng feel threatened was the flying silk silver thread in her hand.

The thread was only so close that it was possible to distinguish a little bit of silver.

It's cold, it's fine, it's too sharp.

Li Bezhi doesn't know how to practice, but often the simpler the person, the more thoroughly he can see it.

"Sister Zhu never seems to be able to keep up with her brother's speed, always half a beat slower. ”

This is a very obvious fact and a problem.

But Li Bezhi just asked casually, and the rest of the people fell silent.

Why?

Don't understand.

There seems to be something elusive about this Li Changfeng's body, which is more and more mysterious.

Zhu Jinlian's footsteps were light, just lightly borrowing strength on the snow plum, and even the snow plum petals only trembled slightly, but Zhu Jinlian's figure exploded and stood in the snow.

Her chest rises and falls slightly, and her chest looks very charming.

Zhu Jinlian looked at the smile on Li Changfeng's lips, frowned, and said, "It's unreasonable." ”

Li Changfeng smiled and said, "What's unreasonable?"

Zhu Jinlian looked at the other party standing alone, with a green robe and a smile on her lips, there was an indescribable chic taste.

"You don't even need to use True Yuan to fend off my attacks, it's unconscionable, no one has ever been able to fend off me so easily. ”

Li Changfeng smiled and said, "You might as well think about it from another angle, since I can resist your attack so easily, it means that your attack method is ineffective for me." ”

Zhu Jinlian raised her eyebrows: "Do you do things without asking the reason, just looking at the result?"

Li Changfeng: "Since the result is immutable, what is the importance of the reason?"

Zhu Jinlian pondered a little and nodded: "You are so interesting. ”

Li Changfeng smiled and said, "Each other." ”

Li Bezhi opened his mouth wide under the stone seat, as if he had been stuffed with an egg in his life, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

She glared and said, "Are these two people insane? ”

Zhou Xiuye said: "The two of them are so pretending to be forced to speak." ”

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Zhu Jinlian didn't have time to take care of him, but she seriously wrapped the flying silk silver thread around her white Shengxue's wrist, round and round.

Li Changfeng thought about it for a while, and finally put away the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Silence is better than sound here.

The tide of the Lancang River rises and falls, the turbulent water flow is loud, the whistling sound of the wind and clouds among the clouds and mist in the mountains, and the sound of the wind sweeping through the branches in the snow and bamboo in the plum forest, all of which are quiet at this time.

Under the stone seat, Xie Hong's makeup suddenly felt a little throbbing in his heart.

It was all too familiar, and it had been with her since she was a child.

It's like an alter ego in my heart.

Lonely.

Indifferent.

Lofty.

Loftily.

Legacy independence.

"Impossible!" "The fingers of the red makeup were a little white.

She knew who it was, but how was that possible?

There's no way she's going to be here.

She didn't give up control of her body, how could she show up?

But the feeling intensified.

Zhu Jinlian on the stage suddenly turned her head and glanced at the red makeup off the stage.

The look was full of apologies.

Zhu Jinlian's hands began to intertwine and fold, it was a very obscure seal, and even Danxu Taiqiu, who was in the main seat, looked at her hands seriously.

Because, this seal, he had seen.

Half of the "Yijin Sutra" created a trick, called the star shift.

Zhu Jinlian's hand became faster and faster, until above her head, above the blue sky, which was higher than the snow-capped mountain, a curtain of stars suddenly appeared.

Xie Hong's makeup suddenly raised her head, and she could clearly perceive that person, the woman who had been in her body for more than ten years, was in the star curtain at this moment.

Why?

Can she exist on her own?

She couldn't find the answer to the red makeup, but she and Jiseon glanced at each other, and they both saw the puzzlement and shock in each other's eyes.

Only the Tantric people understand what a terrible and incomprehensible thing this really is.

Zhu Jinlian's hand became faster and faster, faster and faster, until she suddenly paused at this time.

Zhu Jinlian exhaled, looked at Li Changfeng and muttered, "I'm sorry, I want to win this game!"

This sound fell, and a melodious and simple sound suddenly appeared in the sky.

It was a woman singing.

The singing is gentle and solemn.

It's like a spring breeze.

Under the starry curtain, a starlight fell on the top of Zhu Jinlian's head.

The woman.

The woman in a golden brocade robe, like a god, came again.

She still looked at the world indifferently.

Li Changfeng pinched the branch in his hand and looked up at her, the branch was held tightly by him.

After a long time, Li Changfeng sighed: "I admire it very much. ”

Zhu Jinlian said calmly: "You understand, right?"