"What am I? Yes, yes, I am worthy of being the apprentice of the Beihai Sword Immortal, and I can still be so tough and so strong in this situation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Lu Buwei smiled viciously, those black fog dragons hovered above his head, each fog dragon was connected to his soul, and it was easy to manipulate, when he had just invaded the body of this young man named Annan, his strength once plummeted to the middle realm of the dragon's eye realm, but this did not prevent him from having the perception of knowing my realm, there is actually no difference between the aura of the ordinary knowing my realm and the realm after the dragon's eye, but the realm of knowing me has crossed the threshold of the Dao, that's all, although his aura is weakened and fell to the realm of the dragon's eye, but his shot is still a means of knowing the realm of the dragon's eye, far from being comparable to the master of the ordinary dragon's eye realm。

"Even if you are a master, in my eyes you are just a junior, you dare to be so arrogant in front of the old man, it really impresses the old man. ”

Lu Buwei said gloomily like a cat playing mouse, he is winning at the moment, he can attack his heart with words, and he will not let Li Molan die happily, if this young man is allowed to die so easily, where can he easily vent his pain and sorrow for more than half a year?

Li Molan said: "When my master was alive, did you dare to say that?"

An indescribable sarcasm in words.

In the end, he didn't forget to say: "I have lived a few hundred years more, and I am not a nobody in front of my master, but I really live to a dog." ”

Lu Buwei stood a hundred steps away from him, and had no intention of getting closer, in the final analysis, he was still afraid that the heirs of the Beihai Sword Immortal had hole cards, and he was afraid that the gutter would capsize after getting close, so he always kept a hundred steps away from Li Molan.

He laughed angrily: "But he is dead, who can protect you?"

Li Molan looked at him with disgust, and said lightly: "After living for hundreds of years, you can do it to a junior who is less than twenty years old, and you still need to play such a trick, is it interesting?"

Lu Buwei's posture was a little rickety, and Sen Ran smiled: "Killing the apprentice of the dry wine poem, that's an interesting thing, it's even more interesting to strangle the genius in the cradle, so that a mortal life is better than death, what could be more interesting than this?"

Li Molan couldn't help but say, "What kind of psychopath are you?"

Lu Buwei looked at him, his eyes were suddenly cold, his voice was full of madness, and he said with great anger: "After experiencing those things, you can calm down? The old man has lived for hundreds of years, and he can't calm down after seeing how many things he has looked down, when it comes to perverts, who can not be perverted?"

This time, there was a hint of deep sadness in his words.

Li Molan was silent, the sect master of any sect would become crazy after seeing his sect being slaughtered and bleeding like a river, no matter how calm a person was, it was impossible for him to come to his senses, and it was a normal reaction to fall into demons, madness, and perversion.

He looked at Lu Buwei and said, "But I didn't destroy Guanxin Valley, and you should know who did it." ”

Lü Buwei's eyes looked at the ruined forests in the distance, and said coldly: "The whole Beihai knows who did it, who has the ability to do it, but who has the ability to kill her? No one can, and neither can I." ”

Li Molan said helplessly: "Then why are you angry with me? Guanxin Valley was not destroyed by me, and Xiao Yi was not killed by me, if you can't beat the little uncle of Daomen, you will find me, is it interesting?"

Lu Buwei suddenly calmed down, and said lightly: "Don't worry, it's not just you, the Holy Maiden of Daomen, the eldest young master of the Wang He family, I won't let go of any of them, it's just that you have no sect and no faction, and it's always convenient to kill some." ”

Li Molan sneered: "You will also bully and bully the juniors." ”

Lu Buwei asked rhetorically, "What would you do if it were you?"

Li Molan was stunned and opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, because if it were him, he would make the same decision as Lu Buwei.

In front of the little uncle of the Daomen, everyone is a small person, and they are all ants, so what is the revenge of the ants?

The atmosphere was extraordinarily quiet, with only a fresh breeze blowing through the mountains and smoke in the air.

The blood on Li Molan's arm had solidified, but the wound had not scabbed, and a faint Heavenly Dao power was attached to it, still destroying, but fortunately, these breaths had gradually faded, and it should dissipate after a while.

He looked at Lu Buwei and was silent, as if he had nothing to say.

Lu Buwei looked at him from a distance, raised his eyebrows, and mocked: "You said that the old man would only bully the juniors, but you yourself are just such a person." ”

Hearing his words, Li Molan clenched his sword, straightened his chest, and looked up at the black fog dragons in the sky.

These fog dragons have the smell of silence, because they are the power of heaven and earth, and there is a cold madness hidden in these darkness, because the person in front of him is already a demon.

He pushed the black messy hair to the back of his head, this action touched the wound, and the intense pain made him grin, but it did not prevent him from finishing this action, just lowered his head, the dirt and dust on his body were difficult to pat clean, and the blood stains could not be cleaned up in a short time.

He looked like he was tidying up, and he seemed to be really ready to die.

Lü Buwei raised his eyebrows, seemed to see through his thoughts, and asked, "Are you still ready to escape?"

Li Molan was broken by what he said, but he didn't say anything, and said: "Don't run, do you think I will wait quietly for you to come and kill me?"

Lu Buwei smiled and said: "Running is also death, why not just be better? lest I continue to play cat and mouse, and if you cut yourself on the spot, I will definitely be very disappointed, because I can't kill you with my own hands." ”

Li Molan responded to him with two words.

"Idiot. ”

After saying that, he was ready to start running away, like some little urchins who like to kick others and run away to attract others to chase them.

However, in the next second, his steps froze.

There was some noise in the forest not far behind him.

Lu Buwei sneered and looked in that direction, as if he had seen through everything.

Li Molan saw a man come out of the woods.

At that time, a young man, dressed in simple Taoist disciple clothes, carried a sword at his waist, and looked a little dazed.

He is Sun Baichuan, the simple young man who borrowed dozens of taels of silver from Li Molan outside the office of the Enlightenment Institute to pay the registration fee for the opening of the academy assessment, the honest young man who was the first to visit his house and exchange money after Li Molan returned to Lin'an City from the trip to the Yubei Tomb, and the genius boy who could go directly to the White Lotus Holy Mountain after the opening of the academy assessment.

He walked out of the forest in confusion, like a lost child, looking at him, Li Molan's expression changed slightly, while Lu Buwei was smiling even more.

"Oh, Daomen disciple, as far as I know, he seems to have a good relationship with you?"

Lu Buwei looked at Li Molan with a smile, watching him stiffen in place, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc.

"If you run away, I'll kill him. In the next second, his tone suddenly became cold, like a cold iron lock in the snow. (To be continued.) )