Zhou Yi thought about Mu Hanyan's previous actions, and he even suspected that Mu Hanyan was not lucky, but an unpredictable prophet at all, and he knew that there were good things in it.

Anyway, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and there was no perfect solution, so he would never dare to do it easily.

"Zhou Di, you're worried too much. Miss Zhao Si was silent for a moment, then her face was gloomy, and she said slowly, "That chess piece, it shouldn't be needed in the future, this time, I will let him play the last role." Mu Hanyan, count his exhaustion, count his good luck against the sky, this time, he will also die!"

"Are you talking about Mu Cheng?" Zhou Yi thought of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Miss Zhao Si didn't answer, but stood up and walked out quietly.

Zhou Yi looked at Miss Zhao Si's back, her eyes were complicated, there was disgust, disgust, and a palpitation. What kind of woman is this stepping on a horse? Playing with men all over the place, all of them are infatuated with her, but they don't know how femme fatale this woman is, how dirty her heart is. Such a woman, the other party wants to marry him, he is single and will never marry her.

Anyway, let's continue to make peace with her first, use her to deal with those obstacles first, wait for his family to become big in Black Rock City, wait for his grandfather to sit in the position of city lord, and make him the young city lord, and then kick this disgusting femme fatale away. Zhou Yixin was wishful thinking, but he didn't know that Miss Zhao Si's ambition was different from before.

......

The night is vast, and the Longyan Mountains are thousands of miles away from Cangshan City, but they are brightly lit.

The valley was rocky and ruins. Although thousands of years have passed, if you look closely, you can still see the traces left by the sharp arrows of the broken stone knife and axe. Who would have thought that this ruins hidden in the mountains was actually an ancient battlefield ruin, and I don't know how many ancient masters were buried here.

After tens of thousands of years of wind and rain erosion, their corpses, armor and weapons have turned to dust, but in the heart of the ruins, a broken stone tablet still stands crookedly.

At this time, an old man wearing the same sword robe as Duan Tianya was standing next to the stone stele, and his hand quickly played a string of hand duels, and the stone tablet, that ancient and clumsy character emitted a phantom word.

This is called God, no one recognizes this kind of word now, it is said to be the word used by those strong people in ancient times, each word contains endless mysteries, and the combination is even more penetrating to the world.

Duan Tianya and several other men gathered around, looking at the old man nervously and expectantly, judging from the silver sword mark embroidered on his clothes, these people were all mentors of Zhengying Academy, but their status Duan Tianya and the old man were slightly lower.

The old man was sweating profusely, and his fingers were trembling slightly as he threw out one hand after another, and his face was pale.

Suddenly, the old man's hand stopped, and he stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

The light of the stele also disappeared suddenly, and even the words on the face disappeared, looking no different from an ordinary stele.

"Tutor Pang, how's it going?" asked a younger mentor eagerly.

"Still no. The old man sighed and said.

His name is Pang Dezong, and he is also a holy sword mentor, but unlike Duan Tianya, who is famous for his swordsmanship cultivation An Yun, what he is best at is not swordsmanship, but alchemy, his alchemy has been famous for a long time, and he was even hired as a royal alchemist by the royal family of An Yunguo, and he is the chief alchemist of Zhengying Academy.