The only grandson of the Ye family in Jiangnan died.

It's going to be a big storm.

Ye Muge's figure was still in the air, he had not yet fallen, and without saying a word, everyone could feel that the flame of life that he was faintly extinguishing was about to turn into ashes.

"It's a pity." Zhou Potian said. Shen Shuyi may understand the meaning of Zhou Potian's three words, which is nothing more than a pity for losing Ye Muge's opponent.

Indeed, the hero is lonely, and the opponent is hard to find.

Zhou Potian has never regarded Hua Yingqiu, a person who is looking for fun in the Wind Flower Snow Moon Pavilion all day long, as an opponent. However, now that he has beheaded Ye Muge, it is another concept.

"Are you sad?" Zhou Potian asked again, "Your Ye family's younger brother was killed." ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Shen Shuyi's eyes, and then quickly disappeared, pretending to look at each other in confusion.

Zhou Potian is not a fool, and being obsessed with martial arts does not mean that he only loves martial arts, and everyone has seven emotions and six desires. He understood that Shen Shuyi had known Ye Muge of the Ye family since he was a child, but he was a lot stranger when he grew up.

Shen Shuyi didn't know what it was like in her heart, and she didn't know how to answer this question. If Ye Muge is killed, how can the old lady of the Ye family give up?

"Inform the family to prepare early." After Shen Shuyi finished speaking, she turned her head and wanted to leave.

"Why hasn't Ye Muge's body fallen yet?" Someone suddenly said that more than a dozen breaths had passed since the Flying Flower Blade broke out of his body, and it was impossible for Ye Muge to hold on.

Shen Shuyi's eyes widened, couldn't it be that Ye Muge didn't die?

Ye Muge's posture is still upright, is this a stubborn resistance with perseverance between life and death? But the body is dead, and the spiritual power is unsustainable, how can it be possible to control the sky?

Once again, the Flying Flower Blade broke out of its body, and even cut off Ye Muge's right hand, breaking off its shoulders and falling to the bottom of the sea.

Hua Yingqiu was puzzled and wanted to test it again, but the secret technique Flying Flower Blade consumed a lot of spiritual power, and the Resurrection Pill in his hand had long been used up, and now he could only barely walk in the air, let alone test Ye Muge's excess spiritual power again

"Gong Lao." Hua Yingqiu fell to the ground, although he was not injured, but the weakness that still hit his whole body made his face pale.

Gong Zicheng understood Hua Yingqiu's thoughts and wanted him to test it. With Gong Zicheng present, he would never let Hua Yingqiu be hurt in the slightest, so Hua Yingqiu was already invincible at the beginning.

As soon as Gong Zicheng was in the sky, Ye Muge's voice came.

"I thought it could kill you, but I didn't expect the Flying Flower Blade to trap it." Ye Muge spoke strangely, and his voice was equally weird, like a mechanical puppet.

Who does "it" refer to?

"The Flying Flower Blade is the secret art of the Hua family, and it is your honor to die under it." Hua Yingqiu said proudly.

"Really?" The voice is slightly flirtatious.

"My life is in danger, and I am not ashamed to say it." Hua Yingqiu didn't like it very much, no matter when, Ye Muge was so indifferent that he had nothing to do with him.

Ye Muge's eyes were very disdainful, the other party still hadn't seen the key to the problem, this perception was too bad.

In this way, Ye Muge's main purpose has been achieved.

Born in the realm of returning to the ruins, such a scene is not something that Ye Muge can grasp alone.

Without waiting for Gong Zicheng to step forward, Ye Muge was like a kite with a broken string falling into the bottom of the sea quickly, splashing waves, although such waves are very inconspicuous, but the huge waves behind may set off a storm in the entire Jiangnan.

Shen Shuyi's little hope was shattered after all, maybe she also wanted Ye Muge to survive in her heart.

…… Grunt

Ye Muge was like a stone, falling straight to the bottom of the sea without any struggle, as if he was really dead.

Hundreds of feet under the sea, a person sneaked in it silently, with white jade hair and a long face, exactly like Ye Muge, as if he had come to life again.

In front of Ye Muge, who had now lost his right arm, he didn't say a word, and then put away the fallen Ye Muge.

……

The starry sky on the coast is always much brighter, and when the moon is in the sky, Lin Yu's figure becomes very clear.

At this moment, Lin Yu was grinning, the person on his back was light, and the small stone in his arms was extremely heavy.

Along the way, he evaded the detection of countless people, but he also met many people from the sect who came out to investigate, and finally encountered several battles that took a short time. Not everyone has the strength to spend time in the Autumn Festival or Zhou Potian, the vast majority of them are cultivating in the Gathering Spirit Realm, and a few people have reached the Xuan Spirit Realm, so Lin Yu did not delay much time.

Lin Yu is far away from the coast all the way, and there are many mountains and rivers in the inland south of the Yangtze River, especially in the wilderness that is rarely visited, or in the deep mountains and old forests where monsters are entrenched.

In the middle of the night, Lin Yu is a hundred miles away from the county town of Donghai, there is a mountain peak in front of him, there is a stone tablet under the mountain - Hutou Peak, the mountain is high into the clouds, among which there is a dense forest, all kinds of demon beasts are entrenched. This kind of place is what Lin Yu needs most.

Lin Yu went into the mountains and forests alone, no, there was a woman on his back and a stone in his arms. The purple golden pupils flashed, and the nearby demon beasts were all in his eyes. The strongest demon beast cultivated on Hutou Peak is also the Xuanling Realm, a demon tiger, which is not worth mentioning to Lin Yu, but in this remote place on the coast of the East China Sea, the Xuanling Realm has been able to dominate one side.

Lin Yu found a cave, if he was the only one to spend the night on any tree, but he still had one person with him.

The cave illuminated by the fire is bright, because the trees are high and the forest is dense, Lin Yu is not worried that someone will see the fire and find here.

"Hey, boy, are you going to take advantage of it?" The voice of the stele spirit was obscene enough to make Lin Yu feel disgusted. He doesn't think he's a gentleman, but he doesn't consider himself a villain either.

However, Lin Yu was indeed curious about the assassin's appearance. When Lin Yu stretched out his hand to uncover her veil, he suddenly withdrew his hand, thought for a while, and then muttered, "Just think of her as repaying me for saving my life."

As soon as the veil fell, it was Lin Yu who was shocked, his eyes were weird, and he didn't know what to say, maybe this was fate.

The female assassin was none other than Xia Qingran, who was sent out by Hua Yingqiu to find the Boundary Monument of the Ruins, but she was dressed as an assassin.

"That's it." Lin Yu was helpless

Lin Yu's hand was placed on the assassin's forehead, and he suddenly felt that the back of his hand was cold, and Lin Yu's spiritual power was like a vine that enveloped the assassin's whole body in an instant, shining with a little light.

"I broke three ribs, and all my organs were damaged."

Lin Yu never felt pity for Xiang Xiangyu, after all, this person wanted to kill him. However, this was when Lin Yu didn't know that she was Xia Qingran.

"It's really difficult, beautiful woman, why is it a thief?" Lin Yu chattered, but his hands did not stop for a moment.

When he was in the Hanging Mirror Palace, one of his masters was the doctor of the Hanging Mirror Palace, saying that he was a doctor, but he would not make a move at all in ordinary times, unless it was a matter of life and death.

And Lin Yu had no other purpose in studying medicine - he himself said that he was afraid of dying for no reason.

The Assassin was cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and she was extremely weak. The power of the Returning Ruins Boundary Monument is extremely strong, and those who can withstand such power, perhaps only the physique of Zhou Potian in the Gathering Star Realm can try it.

Lin Yu's spiritual power glowed with white light, and one by one it converged and condensed into countless thin lines, with Lin Yu's manipulation, the fine lines of spiritual power quietly drilled into Xia Qingran's, the moment she first came into contact, Xia Qingran frowned, she felt something strange, something that didn't belong to her was a little strange after all.

Such a reaction is normal.

There are no other elixirs, Lin Yu can only connect the broken ribs first, and the thin line of spiritual power is learned in the Hanging Mirror Palace, such a method requires the controller to operate extremely delicate spiritual power, and it cannot be too violent Spiritual power attributes, cold and hot and other attributes cannot be used, and it must be gentle to enter the human body.

"You're clever in your psychic control." The Guiru Boundary Monument said suddenly. The Boundary Monument of Guiru can sense the outside world, and it is also shocking.

The Returning Ruins Boundary Monument has existed since the beginning of the Dragon Clan, and the Tablet Spirit may have been born later, but it is not worth mentioning compared to the long legend of the Dragon Clan.

can make the Guiru boundary monument praise, Lin Yu is in a good mood.

The fine thread of spiritual power was wrapped around and fixed Xia Qingran's ribs, and Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief. "Injuries to the internal organs, alas." Lin Yu regretted that he had shot so hard, and now he was in trouble, but when he thought that he had almost died under Xia Qingran's dagger, Lin Yu felt that this might be his own retribution.

Ahem.

Xia Qing coughed a few times, her face turned even paler, and her pale and dehydrated lips oozed blood. The falling pain in her body told her that at least she wasn't dead yet, but it wasn't far off.

……

Nights are always long, but for someone like Xia Qingran who is unconscious, any time passes just a moment.

When Xia Qingran opened her eyes, it was already three days later in the morning, and the cave was empty, except for her lying next to the fire, and there were many unknown leaves.

Xia Qingran understood that he was still alive and would not die, but his chest still hurt. The veil still covered his face, as if it had never come off.

"You're awake." Lin Yu shouted excitedly, he was still Jin Xin's face, that rustic name, that ordinary face.

Lin Yu was tired in the past three days, and he searched for medicinal herbs on Hutou Peak day and night, fortunately, Hutou Peak because of the demon tiger, no one came all year round, and the environment was also suitable for the growth of medicinal herbs, and he found what he needed after several searches.

Xia Qingran was wary, she knew this person, the person from the Hanging Mirror Palace, the person who stole the boundary monument, and more importantly, the person who injured herself.

But was he the one who saved himself?

Why did he save me?

Countless questions popped up from Xia Qingran's mind.

Lin Yu saw Xia Qingran's expression and expressed helplessness. While sitting opposite Xia Qingran, he grabbed a few herbal leaves, and just wanted to put them in his mouth, but after taking a look at Xia Qingran, he immediately put them in a small stone bowl and pounded them with another stone.

"One, I saved you, don't look at me with that strange look, if you want to talk about it, you still have to thank me."

"Second, if I want to kill you, why should I save you."

"Three, I don't have any intentions against you, I haven't even taken off your veil, you should know how much I don't want to have anything to do with you, right?"

"I also know that you assassins are most afraid that people will know your true colors, so I don't bother to get into trouble." Lin Yu explained a little guiltily.

Seeing that Xia Qingran was not abnormal, Lin Yu handed the mashed juice on the small stone bowl to Xia Qingran.

"Drink, or your injuries won't heal."