He Qingyun paused: "Why not?"

Xiao Bufan said in a low voice: "First, this is my Qingling family matter. Second, you can't deal with that person. ”

"That person?" He Qingyun asked, "Who did the predecessor say? But the person who taught you to blow snow?"

Xiao Bufan snorted coldly: "The old man is riddled with illness, and he has long been unable to cultivate by luck, what are you talking about blowing snow? I can't even do the true qi silk now! He Qingyun, you are really nosy, and you are hurting us!"

These words were in a fog, everyone was confused, and He Qingyun was even more puzzled: "How can you say this?"

"If you suspect the old man, just calculate Wu'er, let him blow the snow, so that he can be held accountable! But no matter what, you actually brought Leng Er back, if he made the slightest mistake, I Xiao Bufan will not let you go!"

Seeing that the more he talked, the more strange it became, Zhong Mubai finally couldn't listen to it, and said sharply: "Xiao Bufan, why are you so unreasonable!

Xiao Bufan was silent, but he gritted his teeth, and two lines of tears came out. He looked up to the sky and shouted angrily, resounding through the sky!

Suddenly, a flock of crows flew up in the courtyard, circled and gathered, forming a cloud of black matter, faintly black gas scattered, and it turned into a human form. He Qingyun was startled and hurriedly asked everyone to retreat.

The black air dissipated, and a man in a black feather robe, long hair, and a black demon mask stood in the courtyard, looking like a man.

Everyone widened their eyes and saw that the black mist around the person was dispersed, like wisps, and they felt very depressed. The ghost-faced man's gaze swept over, and everyone was cold, because the man had opposite eyes: his eyes were white, but the whites of his eyes were as black as night!

"Your surname is He, and you are the son of He Liancheng?" the ghost-faced man's voice was cold and he had little emotion.

"You...... Know my father?" He Qingyun was also stiff.

The ghost-faced man didn't answer, but walked over to Xiao Bufan's side. Xiao Bufan stared at him with red eyes, quite stiff: "If you want to kill or chop, listen to your respect! But my son, you don't want to move a finger from him!"

"Senior Xiao......" He Qingyun was stunned.

"He Qingyun, listen, I tried my best to get the Eight Heavenly Dao Styles and teach them to Xiao Leng, but I hope that he will be motivated and practice martial arts. Eventually, the eagle will learn to fly on its own, and I will not be able to protect him for the rest of his life. Xiao Bufan said in a low voice.

Xiao Leng listened, hesitated for a moment, and burst into tears. Thinking that he was lazy in martial arts, he ran rampant in Jiangnan with his half-hung martial arts and family background, and now he finally understands his father's hard work, but everything seems to be too late.

The ghost-faced man said again: "I thought that Xiao Bufan was looking for me to blow snow and planned to enter my demon path, but I didn't know that he had been ill for a long time, and the meridians in his body were necrotic, and he could no longer cultivate, but he taught blowing snow to Xiao Leng. But that's fine. ”

He Qingyun finally understood what was going on, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move half a step. The martial arts realm of this person in front of him is at least two levels higher than himself, which is why he has such a strong oppression.

"Xiao Leng is also a good candidate, but those who deceive me are unforgivable. The ghost-faced man said, turning his palm over, and a black blade popped out of the soft armor on the back of his hand.

Seeing this, Xiao Bufan roared angrily: "He Qingyun, no matter what, I can't let him take ...... away" Halfway through the words, the black light flashed in his throat, and the blood coagulated and sealed his throat, and he couldn't make the slightest sound, so he was so breathless.

Xiao Leng's eyes were cracking, angry and sad, and he shouted: "Dad!"

This shout relieved everyone, He Qingyun finally came back to his senses, anger rose in his heart, and when he saw that Xiao Leng was about to rush forward desperately, he hurriedly grabbed it, and said in a loud voice: "Who is Your Excellency!"

The ghost-faced man put away his knife and glanced over, his voice undulating: "Youjun Jingguang City, White Night King." ”

Still Light City ...... The White Night King. This name was like a thunderbolt, making He Qingyun tremble suddenly. In recent years, the Demon Road has been prevalent in Youjun, and almost no one in the Central Plains dares to go alone. The demons of Youjun gathered and established themselves into a county, among which there are three cities and one capital, and this Silent Light City is one of the three cities.

Each of the three cities has a lord, and one of them is indeed called the White Night King, who is cruel and ruthless. And all the characteristics are consistent with the person in front of him.

Zhong Mubai saw that he was a prophecy, and he was miserable, thinking that a fierce battle would inevitably come today. Although Xiao Bufan colluded with the Devil's Dao, he had died in Huangquan and would no longer be investigated. It's just that before he died, he wanted everyone to protect Xiao Leng, and he must not let the White Night King bring him back to Youjun, Zhong Mubai knew the stakes, and he would defend it out of the heart of righteousness.

"Hand over Xiao Leng. The White Night King's robe shook and stood still.

He Qingyun didn't dare to look directly, and secretly wondered in his heart: I don't know if I can hurt him by joining forces with Mu Bai's predecessors. It's better to send a message to ask for help, no, we can't delay it that long.

After a few thoughts, he still made up his mind and tried his best to keep Xiao Leng. He couldn't watch the only son of the Xiao family in the first mansion in Jiangnan being taken to Youjun like this, and being cultivated by the White Night King to become a demon evildoer!

"The White Night King, forgive him for being difficult to follow. He Qingyun took a step forward, pressed the carved copper sheath on his waist with his hand, flipped his wrist, and a silver long sword came out. The sword body is dazzling with white rays, and the moire swims on both sides.

Zhong Mubai also stepped forward, and a snake-like curved bladed stabbing sword was drawn from the umbrella barrel: "Qingyun, the old man will help you." ”

Seeing this, everyone present suppressed their fears and wanted to join the battle. Although they knew that their martial arts might be like nothing compared to the White Night King, how could they let their master fight alone?

Su Ran was also going to fight, but Lin Yan grabbed him and didn't let him go. Zhong Mubai's heart sank, and he immediately ordered the disciples not to come forward, and if they disobeyed their orders, they would be dealt with as traitors! The disciples were shocked, gritted their teeth, and retreated.

"Cloud Crane Sword. Is Helian Cheng dead?" the White Night King looked at him.

"My father died of illness for a long time. He Qingyun stepped forward.

"That's it. The White Night King nodded, "Your name is He Qingyun, right? This is a matter between me and Qingling Mansion, and it has nothing to do with you, why do you want to interfere?"

"Qingling Mansion is the first mansion in the south of the Yangtze River, and now Your Excellency is cruel and killed, that is, you want to go against me He Qingyun, how can you still say that it has nothing to do with us!" He Qingyun said sharply, "Moreover, since ancient times, good and evil have not been separated!"

"Yes. The White Night King said, "But I only need people." Your cultivation is still shallow, and you can't defeat me, so it's better to hand over Xiao Leng, and I will lead him away. ”

He Qingyun raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically: "Your Excellency is not afraid of the cloud crane in my hand, or is afraid of the people in Xiaoxiang Pavilion behind me, so he pretended to concede!"

The White Night King looked at him with anti-colored eyes, and his voice was awe-inspiring: "Don't provoke me. He glanced at Xiao Leng again, "Come here." ”

Xiao Leng didn't slow down, and suddenly heard two angry roars, it was Ah Hu Ah Fu who had the heart to protect the master, and pounced straight over with one left and one right! Ah Hu was on the left, jumping up, raising his knife and slashing down; Ah Fu was on the right, his hands were claws, and the black tiger was digging out his heart!

The two of them quickly approached, and they were about to strike left and right, but seeing that they were only half a foot away from the White Night King, he was still motionless. was proud in his heart, and suddenly heard Xiao Leng exclaim: "Be careful!"

Before the word "heart" fell, the black mist around the White Night King rose, and the black mist of his hands was entangled, turning into two black knives, and he lowered his body and turned around, as if sweeping his legs, and like dancing in place.

"The flowers are blooming. ”

The black mist dispersed, Ah Hu and Ah Fu were stuck in mid-air, blood splattered between the whiskers, and hundreds of subtle cuts burst under the necks of the two, blooming like flowers. The two fell hard, their eyes rolled white, and their lives passed quickly.

Xiao Leng lost his father first, and the two closest domestic servants also died, and no one in the house was spared except himself. For a while, it was a heavy blow, like a mountain pressing on his body, Xiao Leng cried a few times, and then fainted.