, he stopped.

He let out a long sigh and said, "You're right, I can't kill you." ”

The sword was withdrawn, the figure flashed, and disappeared in front of the monk, the monk touched the throat of Shang Youshu, and said to himself with a smile: "Who are you? ”

The bed was very large, the sheets were snow-white, Han Chuang woke up on this big bed, it was already early in the morning, and the lazy light calmly cast on the edge of the window, and then crawled extremely fast, and soon fell on the head of the bed.

Nie Qingqing's voice came from the door: "You wake up, wash your face first." ”

Han Chuang looked back and saw Nie Qingqing walking into the sky with a wooden basin, there must be hot water in the basin, still steaming like smoke.

She put the basin on the dresser and said to Han Chuang: "You drank with Monk Bu again yesterday, really, you can't drink others, why do you still drink it, but you get drunk like mud." ”

Han Chuang's face turned red, and he knew how drunk he was yesterday just by imagining it.

"I'm sorry, I was yesterday-"

"Needless to say, I know, you can't go to Sister Liu. Nie Qingqing looked back and smiled, "You just defeated the Qingzhu Sect yesterday, if the Qingzhu Sect can't defeat the Chixia Sect today, you will definitely not be happy." ”

She soaked the towel in hot water by herself, then picked it up, wrung it out, handed it to Han Chuang, and said, "Wash your face first, the competition will start in a while." ”

Han Chuang was shocked and said, "Is it starting at the beginning of the day?"

Nie Qingqing raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "I see that you are hangover and have not woken up, it was too late yesterday, and the game was postponed to today, take a look," she raised her eyes and glanced out the window, and said: "Look at the sun, I'm afraid it's about to start - wash your face quickly, wash your face and go to the martial arts arena first." ”

When Han Chuang and the others came to the martial arts arena, the game had already begun, just as he expected, the teams that lost yesterday showed a lot of strength today, and they knew that they couldn't lose anymore.

Han Chuang's eyes wandered around the venue, and suddenly came into contact with a familiar gaze, it was Liu Qingfu's gaze, he smiled slightly, even if he had said hello, Liu Qingfu also smiled back, and the two tacitly did not have any contact.

At this time, a match had ended, and the referee walked into the ring and announced loudly: "End the game, Qingzhu Sect vs. Chixia Sect." ”

The crowd cheered.

This is not only a competition between the six-rank middle gate and the eight-rank sect, but also a competition of life and death for the absolute Qingzhu Sect, the Qingzhu Sect as the strongest eight-grade sect, if they lose one, they will definitely miss the last eight places, they can't afford to lose, and they can't lose.

Similarly, the Chixia Sect also has a reason why it can't be lost-the glory of the Six-Rank Sect, which must be a battle between dragons and tigers.

All the audience was cheering, clamoring, and building momentum for this contest, but Ling Luofeng on the rostrum seemed extraordinarily calm, and it could even be said that it was a little too calm.

You can't see any expression on his face, maybe he has understood the fate of the Qingzhu Sect being eliminated, so he is not nervous, but it is Liu Hengbo beside him who is nervous, although he also has no expression, but his hands that keep overlapping are betrayed.

When the personnel entered the scene, when Liu Hengbo saw Yan Chiyang's figure, his face instantly became gloomy: "I didn't expect Yan Chiyang to make a move in this scene." ”

Ling Luofeng raised his eyes, his gaze also fell on Yan Chiyang, who was smiling indifferently, he let out a long sigh and said: "Yan Chiyang will definitely appear, against Luoxia Sect, even if he doesn't appear, he has absolute certainty, but against Qingzhu Sect, he has to play, because Chixia Sect may lose, he wants to put an end to this possibility." ”

Liu Hengbo smiled bitterly: "Listening to your tone, it seems that the Qingzhu Sect has already lost." ”

"Isn't it?" Ling Luofeng laughed, "The Chixia Sect is too powerful, so powerful that it is beyond their capabilities, if he is still here-"

Ling Luofeng suddenly stopped, sighed, and said, "It's too late to say anything now." ”

Liu Hengbo also sighed and asked, "Sect Master, honestly, do you regret it?"

Ling Luofeng shook his head and said, "No, as the sect master of the Qingzhu Sect, I can never say the word regret. He looked at Liu Hengbo and smiled bitterly, "But I have to admit that expelling Han Chuang from the sect was the worst decision I ever made. ”

Liu Hengbo said: "You are also forced to do so. ”

Ling Luofeng interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Hengbo, there are only you and me here, you don't have to put gold on my face," his voice paused for a moment, and then said: "I know that the situation at that time, if I were a little tougher, I would be able to keep him, after all, it was the internal affairs of my Qingzhu Sect." ”

"You are also to maintain the alliance of the three sects, at that time, the Evil Moon Sect was already under the city, and the war was about to break out, no one knew that Sikong Blood did not want to start a war, if Han Chuang was not expelled from the sect at that time, there would be an irreparable rift between the three major sects. ”

Ling Luofeng interrupted Liu Hengbo's words: "But my Qingzhu Sect will also get a chance, a chance to take off, you know Han Chuang's potential better than me." ”

Liu Hengbo was silent, that's right, Han Chuang's potential was almost unlimited, that was a person who was enough to lead the Qingzhu Sect to glory, but they single-handedly pushed out the sect.

Who can be blamed for this?

Is it to blame Ling Luofeng?

No, at that time he had no choice but to endure the pain.

Is Han Chuang blamed for his own misconduct?

Liu Hengbo smiled bitterly, among the three major sects in Yunzhou, are there still few disciples who misbehave?

Who's to blame?

Is it Nie Qingqing's fault?

Liu Hengbo couldn't attribute all the sins to a girl, he could only attribute everything to fate, and fate made Qingzhu Sect miss a chance to take off.

While he was thinking about it, the two major sects, a total of ten people, had already set up a formation, and on the side of the Chixia Sect, Yan Chiyang was like the tip of a sword, at the front of the team.

His sword was still in its sheath, and he still had a playful smile on his face.

But everyone sensed the danger of this smile, and he was like a poisonous snake, ready to deliver the most fatal blow to his opponent.

Yan Qingfei was so nervous that he couldn't hold the sword, but he still cheered himself up and said to the left and right: "Be careful everyone, this is a battle that will decide the fate of my Qingzhu Sect, and we must not admit defeat easily." ”

After saying this, his eyes became determined.

When Yan Chiyang saw this scene, he smiled slightly and said, "Okay, let's start, don't waste time." ”

These words are extremely rude, but no one thinks there is anything wrong, and Blame Jian Yan Chiyang is qualified to say anything, even if he is extremely presumptuous and arrogant, no one thinks there is anything wrong.

- Because he is the strange sword Yan Chiyang, the strongest among the younger generation in the Southeast Region, and in the face of the strongest, the Qingzhu Sect can only fight to the death.

Under the ring, Han Chuang's eyes wandered around the arena, searching for traces of the unmonk, he hoped to get a positive look from the unmonk-but he didn't find his traces, he didn't come to the scene.

This made Han Chuang a little uneasy.

Nie Qingqing also noticed Han Chuang's uneasiness, and opened his mouth to comfort: "Don't worry, you should believe in the discordant monk, if he says that everything is done, then there will be no problem." ”

Han Chuang smiled bitterly and said, "How can I put my mind at ease? That's the Green Bamboo Sect." ”

Originally, as a traverser, he may not have the same love for the sect as the martial artists of the Shenzhou Continent, but the Qingzhu Sect unknowingly became an inseparable part of his heart, if it weren't for this, he would not have returned to the sect to rescue when the death knell sounded after being expelled from the sect, nor would he be uneasy because of the victory over the Qingzhu Sect.

Nie Qingqing understood Han Chuang's feelings, but all she could do at the moment was to hold his hand and pass her body temperature to him, and at the same time pass confidence and hope to him - this was the only thing she could do.

Two

A windowless log cabin stands out in the city that never sleeps. In particular, the site of the wooden house is still in the heart of the city, which is in stark contrast to the noisy street markets on both sides.

No one knew who the owner of the hut was, because no one had ever seen anyone enter it, and there were thieves who tried to get into it and peek in, but they couldn't even open the door.

There are very few thieves in the city that never sleeps, but these few thieves are the most powerful thieves in the southeast region, and even the locks they can't open even alarm Sikong Blood, who once personally begged to see the owner of the cabin, but received no response.

He tried to unlock the door, but could not do anything, and finally he chose the most violent and direct means, using the force of his palm to split the wooden door, yes, even the hardest wood could not resist his full blow, but this wooden door blocked.

The moment the palm touched the façade, everyone could feel the violent vibration, but after the vibration, the wooden door did not move at all.

Sikong Blood immediately turned this place into a forbidden place in the city that never sleeps, and kept this matter a secret.

Today, the lights were lit up in the wooden house, orange light leaking through the crack in the door, but everyone ignored it, as if nothing had changed.

The monk is sitting in the middle of the wooden house, with a Buddhist bead beside him and a wooden basin in front of him, which holds half a basin of water.

Cold water.

There is no steaming heat, and the wood grain at the bottom of the pot can be seen clearly.

I saw his hands quickly sealed, and there were words in his mouth: "The water mirror is unparalleled, and the distance is thousands of miles." A ball of light appeared between his two hands, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light shot into the water in his right hand, and it sank into the water.

A circle of ripples appeared on the surface of the water, and soon a picture appeared, a dynamic picture, which was the picture of the Linglong event, in the picture, Yan Chiyang was sneering at Yan Qingfei.

He smiled and said, "Should I praise your bravery, or laugh at your inadequacy? In the face of the Chixia Sect, you actually have the courage to resist-" He sighed twice, "But unfortunately, the strength gap between the Chixia Sect and the Qingzhu Sect, just like the strength gap between you and me, is by no means something that can be erased by the word bravery, if I were you, I would immediately admit defeat, because it is still too late to admit defeat." ”

Yan Qingfei's strong self-composure, but his trembling hands betrayed him, in front of Yan Chiyang, he couldn't exert his due strength at all, this feeling was different from facing that swordsman yesterday,

That person gave him the feeling that I could win, but when I really fought, I had no chance, and Yan Chiyang gave him the feeling that it was impossible for me to defeat the person in front of me, absolutely impossible.

At this moment, Yan Qingfei thought of Han Chuang: "If he faces this situation, he will definitely not retreat, yes, he must not, even when his strength is weak, he has never flinched in the face of Elder Lu, then how can I retreat?"

Yan Qingfei suddenly mustered up his courage, no longer nervous, no longer afraid.

"En?" Yan Chiyang frowned, he didn't like this feeling, he didn't like others not to be afraid of him.