The sea of ink was churning, the waves were turbulent, the ink spring rolled up the wind and sand, and the two spiritual runes hanging in the sky were also eclipsed, like a lone seagull in a storm, crumbling. The brilliance of the Yin and Yang Taiji Diagram under his feet gradually faded, and he was gradually submerged by the sea of ink.

This sudden cold arrow caught the two of them off guard, and Qiufang was some distance away from Fu Zhi, so it was too late to rescue.

However, the young soldier has been well-trained for a long time, even if he is sick, he also reacts very quickly, and when he saw Moquan attacking, he didn't have time to think about it, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and stepped in front of Fu Zhi with an arrow, wanting to protect her with his body.

The ink spring has come to the front of us, and in a matter of moments, there will be deaths and injuries!

The sword light flashed, and the cold light had arrived.

A sword roar suddenly erupted, and in an instant, a long sword with a cold aura fell from the sky, lying between Moquan and the young soldier.

And when the sword was put up in the middle, it stood like a wall. Mo Quan struck the sword body, as if he had lost his soul, and fell down in despair.

"Uncle Nine!" Fu Zhi screamed ecstatically.

Yes, the person who came was the old Jiuxiong Junqi of the East Pole Gate, he was holding a jade sword, and a look of disgust was wrinkled between his eyebrows, as if the gods were standing in the sea of ink, but all the ink saw him as if he was facing a great enemy, and he did not dare to take a step forward.

After Moquan retreated, there was also an extra figure beside Feng Suixing. The man was dressed in a black robe, with a hood, and his whole body was tightly covered, revealing only a withered cheek, and his eyes were sunken, and it was difficult to show his vitality.

"Yo, isn't this a bone ink envoy? How to shoot at juniors. Another joking voice came from a distance, Qiu Fang followed the prestige, it was the tenth uncle He Wangshu who was gently shaking the folding fan, and walked gracefully.

The Bone Ink Envoy looked at the two of them, couldn't help but take a step forward, covered the wind with the stars behind him, and after a while, said in a hoarse voice that was extremely consistent with his appearance: "If you speak disrespectfully, you should be killed." ”

"If you should be killed if you don't speak disrespectfully, wouldn't you be going to slash your eldest lady today." He Wangshu showed an evil smile on his face, he was wearing a white robe in a different way, which was particularly dazzling in the black.

"That little demon girl, why don't you run away?" He Wangshu didn't wait for the bone ink envoy to reply, he tilted his body slightly, poked his head and said to Feng Suixing behind the bone ink envoy.

When Feng Suixing heard this, another wave of anger surged up in his heart, and he was about to scold, but he was stopped by the bone ink envoy waving his hand. At this moment, the young master of the Mo Sect, who had been watching the battle for a long time, also stepped forward, standing behind Feng Suixing, looking at the field expressionlessly.

"Today, must you fight to the death?" Gu Mo Envoy's voice was unhurried, he knew very well that if Lao Jiu and Lao Shi of the East Pole Gate joined forces, he would be unable to support it alone, even if he could retreat with his whole body, he would not be able to protect the thoughtfulness of the eldest lady and the little young master.

"Look at you." Xiong Junqi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth, his face was darker than the ink, but his eyes were full of determination to kill.

"Look at what he has done, today's formation has been set up, if he doesn't fight, wouldn't it be extremely boring?" He Wangshu snapped the folding fan, raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly.

"Bone Ink Envoy, I'm afraid they will lose the face of the Mo Sect!" Feng Suixing made He Wangshu's few provocations angry, and as soon as the words fell, he actually raised his hands and drove a stream of ink springs away, calling He Wangshu's face.

He Wangshu was not flustered at all, he still watched the ink spring coming with great interest, playing with the folding fan in his hand, as if the target of this ink spring was not himself.

However, Xiong Junqi was not as gentle as that, and he dodged and fell to the side of the ink spring, he would rather dirty his hands than dirty his long sword with ink. He just stretched out his right hand and touched the ink spring, and then pulled it out, and forcibly pulled out a pitch-black long sword from the ink spring. He slashed sideways again, and a fierce sword qi instantly cut through the ink spring, killing the two of them directly.

The bone ink made his eyebrows frown, and at first he failed to stop the impulse of Feng Suixing, which was already a secret scream, and this sword qi seemed to be invisible, but in fact, it was hugely powerful, so he had to concentrate his energy and erect an ink wall in front of him to resist.

With a "boom", the sword qi collided with the ink wall, and the ink wall instantly disintegrated, scattering into a rain of ink falling to the ground, and the sword qi also gently dissipated in the air.

"Do you want me to thank you?" Seeing this, He Wangshu smiled lightly again and said to Xiong Junqi.

Xiong Junqi glanced at him coldly, then turned his head away, not wanting to care.

"That's all for today, two." Gu Mo envoy begged for peace, he knew that Xiong Junqi's sword qi was not full force, and he understood that he didn't want to make a big deal about it, so he handed it over a step.

"No!" He Wangshu was still unrelenting, he looked around at the ruins around him in a blink of an eye, and continued: "What does this bazaar say? ”

"Mo Zong is fully compensated."

"How do I get paid in full?"

"Double!"

"No." He Wangshu got the answer he wanted, and the smile on his face became even stronger, the dispute was originally caused by Mozong, so naturally he had to let Mozong give some blood in order to give a little explanation to the people of Luocheng.

Seeing that the matter was over, the Bone Ink Envoy turned around and beckoned the still angry Wind to leave with the star and the boy.

Unexpectedly, the young man didn't listen, but walked towards Wu Qiufang, which made the people present vigilant again.

"In the downwind, dare to ask Your Excellency's surname?" That young man was originally Feng Suixing's own brother, who was originally watching the battle and had never joined the battle, but at this moment, he came out and said hello to Wu Qiufang, which confused everyone.

"Wu Qiufang." He replied briefly, unable to figure out what the other party meant.

"Sister Fang Cai has offended a lot, and I will make amends to that gentleman and you another day." Feng Suiyun said and showed a kind smile towards Wu Qiufang.

"Follow the clouds, go quickly!" The bone ink envoy narrowed his eyes, urging the wind to follow the clouds.

Hearing this, Feng Suiyun arched his hand towards the autumn boat, still with a kind smile, and left with the bone ink and the wind with the stars.

Seeing that the people of the Mozong were far away, the people of the East Pole Gate also walked towards Wu Qiufang, and the young soldier's injuries recovered a lot, although his steps were a little slower, but he also followed closely, wanting to thank Qiufang.

"Ninth Uncle, Tenth Uncle, the disciple is reckless." Qiu Fang bowed his head slightly, and admitted his mistake to the two division commanders. The Taoist told him not to do it at will, and he naturally thought that his uncles also thought the same.

"You're good." It was Xiong Junqi who opened his mouth first, he clasped the long sword behind his backhand, and his mouth was praising people, but his eyes were still cold.

"It's strange, I want to see where the thousand-year-old iron tree is actually blooming?" When He Wangshu heard this, he pretended to be surprised, and looked around, as if he really wanted to find the iron tree from this ruined ruin.

Qiu Fang was stunned for a moment, and glanced around with him, but he always felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly straightened his head and whispered to Xiong Junqi: "My nephew was in a hurry and had to save people." ”

"If you want to blame me, I struck first." Fu Zhi saw Qiu Fang apologize vigorously, and quickly stood up and took all the responsibility.

"Two masters, they are also trying to save the lives of my father and son, please don't punish them." The young soldier also stood up and hurriedly persuaded.

"Hahahaha!" He Wangshu saw these three young people chasing after me and admitting their mistakes, and laughed heartily. "Who blames you, your Ninth Senior Uncle is praising you, it's just..."

When He Wangshu said this, he changed his words and glanced at Xiong Junqi with interest. Seeing this, Xiong Junqi snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, but turned around and left.

"It's just that it's much more difficult for your Tenth Uncle to praise people once than for the Iron Tree to bloom." He Wangshu glanced at Xiong Junqi's departing back, shook his head a little proudly, and continued to say to Qiufang.

"Okay, it's time to go back, in the door..."He Wangshu said this, glanced at the young soldier, and said, "There are some important things in the door, your third uncle can't get out, he is worried that you have to be in a hurry, the matter is over, hurry back and report his safety." ”

"The disciple receives the order." Wu Qiufang clenched his fists with both hands, and the warm current in his heart surged, at least the uncles in the door kept him in mind.

Seeing that the two of them had nothing to do, He Wangshu didn't nag anymore, just like when he came, holding his beloved folding fan in his hand, stepping on a leisurely step, looking around, as if he was going out this time to carry a cage and walk the birds.

"In the next season, Qinglin, I haven't consulted the two of them!" Seeing the two masters leaving, the young soldier hurriedly thanked Wu Qiufang and the others.

"My name is Fu Zhi, and his name is Wu Qiufang!" Fu Zhi knew that Qiufang was introverted and had few words, so she answered for him intimately.

"I see that you two should be younger than me, thank you very much for saving me today, and let me invite you to drink another day." Ji Qinglin lowered his head and hugged his fists and said, he was born in the army, and he spoke straightforwardly, knowing that they were still in a hurry to go back in Qiufang, so he said another day.

"No need, big brother, it's within the scope of the road to draw a knife to help when the road is uneven." Qiu Fang changed his seriousness just now, and said with a little smile, giving people roses with a lingering fragrance, and he was naturally happy in his heart.

"That's not possible, this is saving our two lives, I must thank you very much." Seeing Qiu Fang smiling and taking off his guard, Ji Qinglin was also happy, patted the dust on the armor, and insisted on saying.

"That's okay, but I can't drink, little brother, I don't know." Fu Zhi smiled, turned her eyes sharply, and tilted her head to look at the autumn boat.

Seeing that Fu Zhi had already agreed, Wu Qiufang was inconvenient to shirk any more, so he had to nod and smile lightly.

That's it. The two of them galloped all the way and hurried back to the door, and there were already people waiting under the magnificent plaque, one was Fu Chao, and the other was a little disciple Wu Qiufang didn't know.

Seeing Fu Chao, Qiu Fang couldn't help but say hello, but this Fu Chao didn't look at him squarely, his heart was full of Fu Zhi, and he hurriedly skipped Qiu Fang and greeted him back.

Seeing this, Qiu Fang didn't care, and looked at another strange disciple. This little disciple recognized who it was at a glance, and stepped forward and said, "Little Senior Brother, the master asked you to go to the inner hall quickly after you come back." ”

When the young man heard this, he knew that Zhou Zongmust have something important to tell him, so he turned around and wanted to say goodbye to Fu Zhi, but when he saw Fu Chao's concerned eyes completely falling on Fu Zhi, he didn't bother to step forward to talk again, and walked directly with the little disciple.

Every time he walked through the courtyard, Qiu Fang had to sigh in his heart that the hundred corridors of the East Pole Gate turned around, and the thousands of paths twisted and turned, and after a long time, the little disciple suddenly stopped and said: "Little senior brother, the master is waiting for you in the inner hall." ”

Qiu Fang nodded to the strange little disciple, and did not forget to arch his hand to show his gratitude for leading the way. After doing this, he walked quickly towards the inner hall.

Before arriving at the door, the agarwood door was pushed open by a gust of breeze, and the young man looked over and saw Zhou Zong sitting in a chair in the hall.

"Your old Taoist has sent a letter." Zhou Zong saw Wu Qiufang walk in, stood up with his hands on the armrests of the wooden chair, and said calmly.