"Ling Yujun, it's all here, it's better to go back to Ziwei Pavilion with me, the game with you ten years ago was interrupted by Wen Yi, can it be continued now."

Fu Yun wanted to control people in his hands.

With the people of the Sword Sect here, the elder of the Fu Sect who was powerful in Qingzhou should be more restrained.

After all, the Sword Sect is the first sect in Zhongzhou.

Ling Yujun wanted to say goodbye, but when he saw Wen Yi in Fu Yu's arms, he suddenly changed his mind, "The pavilion master is gracious, but I am disrespectful. ”

Fu Yun was a little surprised when he saw him cooperating.

Ling Yujun is arrogant, and ordinary people can't get into his eyes.

Although I can reply politely, I won't give more feedback, and today is a little different.

He followed Jiang Huaiyu's eyes and saw Wen Yi in his junior brother's arms.

Ling Yujun's cultivation has risen to the peak of the Jindan Realm, and he must have heard what his junior brother said just now, maybe because of Wen Yi's name.

"Fu Yu." Fu Yu said to the little junior brother with a worried face: "Take Ling Yujun and Wen Yi Fairy back to Ziwei Pavilion, and I will go back after dealing with the things here." ”

Fu Yu picked up Wen Yi, and Shen Yu's face on the side became more and more ugly, and his heart was full of anger, and he wanted to kill people very much.

Fu Yu said obediently: "Ling Yujun, please." ”

Jiang Huaiyu took a deep look at Wen Yi's unremarkable face, and Edgeworth followed Fu Yu.

Suddenly, a strange wind struck, Fu Yu was shocked, and his life was distorted by that force.

He hurriedly threw Wen Yi to Jiang Huaiyu, and he used his mind to control the life sword, and the crooked sword flew for a long time before it stabilized.

Jiang Huaiyu stretched out his hand to hug Wen Yi, not throwing it, not throwing it, and standing in place as if he had been immobilized.

Over the years, there have been many people who have thrown their arms into him, and Wen Yi is the craziest.

Jiang Huaiyu seemed to be an excellent disciple of male Durban, and he had no interest in women, and he avoided Wen Yi like a plague when he saw her.

Even if he knew that the disciples of the Sword Sect were bullying Wen Yi, he was indifferent.

The same person bullied Wen Yi, not him Jiang Huaiyu, what does it have to do with him?

This time, Jiang Huaiyu, who was holding Wen Yi steadily, felt strange in his heart.

She doesn't look like she's worth a tael, but she's not light.

Shen Yu originally wanted to take the thermometer away with the cover of the dense fog after defeating Fu Yu.

Who knew that Fu Yu would rather be injured than protect Wen Yi, which made Shen Yu feel blocked in his heart.

What's even worse is that Jiang Huaiyu didn't throw away the thermometer.

Scold!

Wen Yi was obsessed with Jiang Huaiyu's affairs, and Shen Yu's ears were about to sound cocooned.

Although Wen Yi had no idea about Jiang Huaiyu

Seeing this scene, Shen Yu couldn't help but mock, "If Wen Yi knew that he was being held by Jiang Huaiyu and didn't let go, he would definitely be crazy with excitement." ”

He was about to use the second spiritual power to force Jiang Huaiyu to let go, when he saw Jiang Huaiyu suddenly let go, and Wen Yi fell from a high altitude.

"Thermometer!"

Fu Yu made a move faster than Shen Yu, and reached out to hug the falling girl between the lightning and the fire, and glared at Jiang Huaiyu angrily:

"Ling Yujun, no matter how much you hate to be close to the female cultivator, you can't fall into the well."

Wen Yi was unconscious, what could she think of Ling Yujun?

After saying this, Fu Yu regretted it for a while.

Isn't it too heavy to talk on your own?

How can you say that Ling Yujun is also a Sword Sect Tianjiao, and it seems impolite to speak by himself just now.

"Since you have stabilized the fairy sword, the person will return it to you." Jiang Huaiyu withdrew his empty hand and stood on the long sword, his handsome face was covered by the thick fog that drifted by, making it impossible to see his expression.

"It's good that people are fine." Fu Yu checked it before regaining his sword.

To be on the safe side, his sword was as slow as an old ox and a broken car, and the pedestrians on the road walked faster than him.

Jiang Huaiyu didn't urge, and followed slowly.

Shen Yu's face became more and more ugly.

He flew to Wen Yi's side, his figure gradually becoming transparent and dissipating, and the two fragments of the Qianyuan Sword sank into his storage bag.

Jiang Huaiyu looked at Wen Yi sensitively.

"What is Ling Yu-kun looking at? Something on my face? Fu Yu was afraid of embarrassing the sect, so he condensed the mirror surface with the fairy sword and observed it, and he was relieved to see that there was no problem.

Ziwei Pavilion is located in front of the Yunling Mountains in the east of Qingzhou City, facing the sea, boundless dense forests to the north, and lifeless relics of the Divine War to the west.

Huge stone pillars hundreds of zhang high are connected into a huge stone forest in front of the mountain range, and each pillar is about hundreds of zhang wide.

The stone pillars are engraved with dense charms and inscriptions.

At the top are rows of airy houses.

Wen Yi woke up and saw such a picture.

Ziwei Pavilion is like a pavilion in the sky is located above the clouds, the stone pillars are connected with iron bridges between the stone pillars, obviously in mid-air, the wind is not strong, the temperature is not low, compared to the hot Qingzhou City, it is very cool here, and the vision is wide.

It was in mid-air, but the wind was not strong and the temperature was not low.

Compared to the hot Qingzhou City, it is very cool here, and the view is wide.

If the Yunshui Sword Sect is a city on the water, this is the Cloud Pavilion, and the style is completely different.

The stone pillars that go straight to the sky as the base, magnificent and majestic, let the temperature instrument open his eyes.

"Wen Yi, you're awake." Fu Yu fell to the ground, but his hand was not put down, "It's good." ”

Wen Yi jumped down from his arms, suddenly his feet went limp, and when he was about to fall to the ground in embarrassment, a hand suddenly stretched out from his side and grabbed him.

Wen Yi turned his head sideways, saw Jiang Huaiyu's world-weary face, and shook his hand suddenly.

Jiang Huaiyu was stunned.

Fu Yu was stunned.

As far as he knew, no one could resist Ling Yujun's charm, and Wen Yi was worthy of being his friend, righteous enough.

"Wen Yi, welcome to Ziwei Pavilion." The corners of Fu Yu's mouth curled, revealing two pear vortices, "You're also welcome, Ling Yujun." ”

Jiang Huaiyu's face did not change, "It's bothered." ”

When Fu Yu introduced various places to Wen Yi with a smile on her face, Jiang Huaiyu said coldly, "Fairy Wen Yi, why did you appear in the dilapidated temple?" ”

"The festival of the gods is coming, and I was curious about which god was being worshipped, and I wanted to worship for good luck, so I appeared in that place." Wen Yi said impatiently: "Do you have an opinion?" ”

Jiang Huaiyu obviously didn't believe this explanation.

He tracked the thermometer out.

Wen Yi is also a foreigner, and he doesn't know Qingzhou at all, why can he accurately find Beicheng possessed by ghosts?

That place, even Ziwei Pavilion, didn't find any changes.

Jiang Huaiyu: "The next question is who was injured by whom." ”

"I don't want to go back, I'm a victim, not a criminal, Ling Yujun has so many questions, and his curiosity is so heavy, he should investigate it himself, instead of suspecting what I did."

Wen Yi was not polite at all, "Ling Yu-kun, you not only have your mouth, but also your hands and eyes. ”

She didn't have any patience with Jiang Huaiyu.

The three-year covenant is one reason.

The bigger reason is that Jiang Huaiyu has no one in his eyes, and Wen Yi has a great prejudice against him.

"Don't name the person who seriously injured you, either you and he are accomplices, or you are seriously injured and you don't see it." Jiang Huaiyu didn't back down, he was aggressive, "Which one are you?" ”

Playing lip service, Wen Yi has never lost.