The Heavenly Tomb is divided into scattered islands, thousands of cultivators are all scattered in the meantime, it is normal to meet people, if you meet strangers you don't know, Li Molan doesn't care about the other party's life or death, he likes to boast of his cold nature, and it is not a difficult thing for him to turn a blind eye to strange cultivators or even see death and not save him, but Sun Baichuan He is familiar with it, this honest and simple and kind-hearted young man is indeed different from the vast majority of cultivators, which makes him quite favorable, if he is allowed to die because of himself, this is indeed unreasonable, and seeing the picture in the field, Sun Baichuan's face changed and did not flee immediately, but gritted his teeth and walked over, obviously guessing something after seeing Li Molan's embarrassed appearance, but he still didn't mean to abandon it, how could Li Molan go?

The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring, Sun Baichuan's expression was calm, although he was only a disciple of the post-enlightenment realm on the White Lotus Holy Mountain, but he was already more calm than anyone who had experienced strong winds and waves, and trotted all the way to Li Molan's side, glanced at Lu Buwei, and after looking at Li Molan, he probably understood in his heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lu Buwei's eyes were playful.

There were a total of ten people in the ring where the Yue Nu Hall of Daomen was located, and they thought they were all taken over by Daomen, but who knew that he was such a freak.

A coarse-clothed young man named Annan defeated many masters of Daomen in the ring battle, and was rated as unfathomable by the masters of Daomen, and successfully won the top ten.

It is much more difficult to kill Yu Huaji than to kill Li Molan, the first thing is to avoid the suspicion of the eyes and ears of the Daomen, compared to Li Molan, who is alone, is indeed too easy to deal with.

Sun Baichuan had already seen the situation in the field, and came to Li Molan's side and asked, "Little brother, are you okay?" ”

How can it be okay, the skin of the two arms is open, the shirt is torn, the face is pale and gray, this appearance is already extremely bleak.

Like a wounded soldier being carried back from the battlefield.

Li Molan said angrily: "Why are you here?"

There was a lot of complaint in the words, and the sudden appearance of this kid really caught him off guard.

Sun Baichuan touched his head and said humbly: "After the sky fell apart, I fainted on this island alone." ”

Lu Buwei's eyes were playful, he looked at Sun Baichuan and Li Molan, smiled and said nothing, this Daomen boy met him in the first battle of the ring battle, naturally it was inevitable that he would be defeated, just because this young man was smarter, and after coming up with a move, he bowed his head and admitted defeat, so he was spared the end of serious injury, such a smart choice naturally made him pay more attention, and it seemed that it had become Li Molan's weakness at this moment.

Li Molan was sad that the sky was about to kill me, but he was not discouraged, he said to Lu Buwei: "You have already arrived?"

Lu Buwei sneered and said, "You can figure it out for yourself, the realm is different, and I can't explain it to you." You will surely die today. ”

Sun Baichuan looked at him in a daze and asked, "What kind of grudge do you have between you? Why do you have to kill by killing?"

Hearing such a childish question, Lü Buwei laughed and said: "Hatred does not need to be washed with blood, can it be that the great Confucianism of history is still learning from history to repay grievances with virtue? The old man has set foot in the monastic world for hundreds of years, and he has already passed such a childish age, how cruel is the way of cultivation, if you can really resolve grievances so easily, how can those legends of the rivers and lakes come from?"

Sun Baichuan looked at Li Molan and asked in a low voice, "Little brother, do you have any big enmity with this Annan?"

Li Molan said calmly while recuperating her qi: "He is Lu Buwei, the master of Guanxin Valley, the master of Xiao Yi who died in the tomb of Yubei. ”

Sun Baichuan gasped, understanding that he had met a real master, in fact, in terms of strength, Lu Buwei was only in the fifth or fifth of Dean Zhao of the Enlightenment Academy in terms of realm strength, not the highest hand he had ever seen in his life, but Guanxin Valley was also a first-class sect after all, even if the prestige was still there after the demise, Sun Baichuan couldn't help but tremble when he thought that this was the sect master of a big sect, this Lu Buwei's hideous appearance now was a hundred times more terrifying than that of Dean Zhao.

Lu Buwei smiled coldly, the indescribable mockery, the cold meaning permeated the mountains and wilderness, making this place as cold and frozen as ice and snow.

This is the unique ability of knowing the self realm, and the changes in the emotions of the strong people in the self-knowing realm will cause the natural changes of heaven and earth, which is the reason why it really touches the way of heaven.

"The demise of my Guanxin Valley is due to the mad woman Mo Ying, a thousand lives, how can I turn a war into a jade silk like this, junior, let me ask you, do you think the old man can just forget it?" Lu Buwei looked at Sun Baichuan and asked coldly.

For some reason, it stands to reason that a person like him would not care about a cultivator in the realm of enlightenment, even if it was Sun Baichuan, a new genius of the Dao Sect, but he still asked seriously, and after asking, he didn't seem to care what Sun Baichuan thought.

Sun Baichuan thought stupidly, did not speak, his simple character did not know how to solve this blood feud, it seemed that it was really as Lu Buwei said, it must be soaked in blood.

"You talk a lot. Li Molan scolded: "Noisy old crow, have you finished talking?"

Then he said to Sun Baichuan: "You go first, go farther, and go to a place where he can't see, and he won't come to chase you and kill you." ”

Lu Buwei squinted at the two of them, as if smiling.

Sun Baichuan took a deep breath, glanced at Lu Buwei, and then at Li Molan.

He shook his head.

Then he put his hand on his waist, took out the Dao sword that was standard for the disciples of the White Lotus Holy Mountain, and clenched it hard, the green tendons were surging, and it looked very hard.

"I can't abandon my little brother. After speaking, Sun Baichuan turned his head.

Like a brave man challenging a dragon, he held the hilt of his sword in both hands, his face was very frightened, and he raised his sword high as if he were holding a torch.

His face grew pale.

He looked at Lü Buwei.

He stood in the middle of the mountains, sword in hand, and held high.

He said, "I'm here to stop you." ”

Li Molan looked at his back in a daze, thinking to herself Are you stupid? Aren't you looking for death?

Lu Buwei laughed, as if he had heard some funny joke, and laughed out of tears, how many years, three hundred years or four hundred years, there has never been a young monk in the realm of enlightenment who dared to give birth to a calf and was not afraid of a tiger to raise a sword against him, which one didn't panic after knowing his identity as the valley master of Guanxin Valley.

If it was before entering the demon, he would probably turn a blind eye to this ridiculous offense, and he would not retaliate as a joke, but after entering the demon, he has completely let go of all restraints, Sun Baichuan dares to raise his sword against him, he will definitely die, how comfortable and how to come, the demon cultivator is a lawless person who is unscrupulous due to his own temperament.

Sun Baichuan looked at Lu Buwei laughing to himself, he didn't know why, and he didn't know how ridiculous his words were in the eyes of the other party, but Li Molan didn't have any feeling of wanting to laugh behind him.

He looked at Sun Baichuan's back, which was not tall, not tall, not straight, and even a little thin, and for some reason there was a faint smile on his face.

"I see the shadow of someone in you. He said behind Sun Baichuan.

Sun Baichuan turned around, touched his head innocently, and asked, "Who?"

Li Molan said seriously: "Sword madman Zhu Mingwen, the second disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain, He Xingge, the senior brother of Qiu Ming Mountain. ”

Sun Baichuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Little brother, don't talk to me, where can I compare with them." ”

He was still holding his sword at the moment, his posture was a little funny, a little stiff, and he was holding his sword high.

Li Molan smiled, without half a point of ridicule, and said meaningfully: "Maybe it will be possible in the future?" )