Seeing Feng Xueran standing in place, not moving, the other people looked at each other, but they were also silent, looking up at the ceiling one by one, as if they could see the flowers in this way.

Rolling his eyes indecently, Feng Xue snorted coldly, and said to himself: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." With a whole body, Feng Xueran rushed forward with the expression of a strong man with a broken wrist and a broken boat, and knocked the door several times.

No one answered, but the door opened. Feng Xueran held his breath and walked in, and several people behind him looked at each other, but finally followed.

In two years, this room has not changed at all, the room is full of dust, there is a mess everywhere that the other party is suspected of being clothes, and there are piles of things that seem to be garbage, and bad smells.

And the person sitting in the room, the only one sitting on the chair, dressed in tattered and dirty clothes, with a head full of silver threads dragged to the ground, and his face covered by hair, was not their teacher, by the Red Maple Bridge.

"Are you finally willing to come back, old man, I thought you had forgotten about me. The side of the Red Maple Bridge looked at the few people in front of him with unhappy faces, who were his disciples.

"Teacher Hongfeng, we don't. ”

Ten people shouted in unison.

Hongfeng raised his eyebrows on the side of the bridge, and said indifferently: "If you forget it, forget it, anyway, my old man is used to being forgotten." ”

He spoke very easily, but when he heard the wind and snow burning their ears, they were full of bitterness and sorrow, like an abandoned puppy that could not find its owner.

Although this metaphor is very inappropriate, this is how they feel this way.

"Teacher Hongfeng, we haven't forgotten you, it's just that we've been a little busy in the past two years. Feng Xueran explained helplessly.

"I'm busy, busy enough to compete in the arena, but I don't have time to come and see my old man. ”

A few people were taken aback, but they didn't expect that the Red Maple Bridge even knew about this kind of thing. Every time they went to the arena, they did so as Manju Sawa who no one knew except themselves.

Feng Xueran's expression returned to its original state in an instant, he looked at the old man sitting in front of him, and said coldly: "Teacher Hongfeng is really powerful, he knows everything." ”

The side of the Red Maple Bridge glanced at Feng Xueran, and said indifferently: "Canglan City is my territory, what can be hidden from me here?" What's more, that kid Ling Han is still the young master of the arena, and I am his teacher, what's so strange about knowing this?"

Ling Han is the young master of the arena? Feng Xue was stunned, no wonder he was so arrogant in the Canglan Tower, he did have arrogant capital. However, the silver heart is his, and no one wants to snatch it away from herself. Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and pulled the silver heart, which was still stunned, into his arms.

"The Silver Heart is mine. ”

Hongfeng Bridge was stunned, he didn't know what Feng Xueran was doing, did he suddenly confess? Is that it? This is too irresponsible.

Receiving the contemptuous eyes on the side of the Red Maple Bridge, the wind and snow rolled his eyes indecently and ignored it.

"Teacher, I'm back. Just as everyone was stunned, a familiar voice sounded outside.

Everyone's eyes moved to the door, fixed on some hippie smiling person.

Ling Han was originally in retreat, but in the past few days, he suddenly felt that he would not gain much if he continued to retreat like this, so he came out. Immediately afterward, he heard that some of the people he had ordered to pay attention to before the retreat had returned, and that they had come to his teacher, so he rushed to the house with a burning ass.

But, for Mao, this is for Mao. My goddess, for the sake of Mao, he was held in his arms, this damn goddess, he dared to blaspheme his goddess, unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable.

Ling Han stared at Feng Xue Ran murderously, trying to overshadow him with his eyes. But unfortunately, the wind and snow are burning ** and he is not **, he is so angry that he is smoking, but he is helpless.

Now in front of the goddess, he has to maintain his image so that he will not lose his value.

seems to think like this, but in his heart, there is still a turbulent wave. Two years ago, when he first saw Feng Xue Ran, although he couldn't see how Feng Xue Ran's cultivation was, he could vaguely feel that Feng Xue Ran's cultivation was not strong, but when he saw him this time, he didn't even have a trace of induction, it seemed that the person in front of him was completely an ordinary person, nothing more.

But is that really the case?

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ling Han. The wind and snow burned the skin and said hello without smiling.

"I'm glad to see you, too. Ling Han also said with a smile.

It's been three days since I met Ling Han that day. In the past three days, they have not left the Canglan Tower, nor have they cultivated, and the two years of hard work have made them physically and mentally exhausted, and seeing that they are about to start a new journey again, the ten of them have calmed down tacitly, and they plan to prepare first. Because they know that the next road is bound to be even more difficult than the previous one in the five empires, even now, they don't have that self-confidence.

Unfortunately, the peaceful days were always short-lived, and in just three days, the peaceful days they had so hard won were broken.

Feng Xueran looked at the red beauty in front of her, and her brows twitched. The upper body is a red waistless tight-fitting outfit, the chest is open very low, almost like nothing, the arms are made of a transparent layer of red yarn, and the lower body is a skirt like a fishtail, the front reaches the thighs, and the back is long to the calves, two slender sexy legs, both exposed, and at the feet, a pair of bright red boots.

This outfit, no need to ask, is the red female goblin Helan Piao. But when I saw her, her slender eyes, red eye shadow, slender eyebrows, straight into the sideburns, a bright red flower painted on her forehead, under her sexy nose, a cherry mouth, red, with an excessively fair face, long red hair fluttering in the wind. On his wrist, a slender red whip was wrapped.

She hasn't changed at all.

Looking at the red female goblin in front of him, Feng Xue ran a headache, thinking that he could finally get rid of her, but he didn't expect that now that he saw it again, he was not afraid of the sky and the earth, but he was afraid that Yinxin would be jealous. God knows, how terrible it is for women to be jealous, he is afraid.

But it didn't seem to see Feng Xueran's disgusted eyes, Helan Piao still smiled, "Feng Xueran, I miss you, what about you, do you miss me?"

"Who are you? Do I know you? Miss, please respect yourself. Feng Xueran's face was full of doubts, and he was serious.

The innocence and confusion on that face, that is called a * true, is definitely a god-level acting. The silver hearts who saw it wanted to clap their hands for her as a sign of praise.

Helan Piao didn't think it was a pestle at all, she was still smiling, no one saw it, her hand on her back was quietly clenched, her long tight nails were embedded in the flesh, and strings of gorgeous blood beads rolled down the dust from her hands.

I really didn't expect that she, who didn't care about anything, would be so sad for a person's words today. Doesn't she claim to be cold-hearted? But what's wrong with this one? Why, she doesn't look like her anymore?