"Crazy? He does look like a madman. ”

Looking at the appearance of the person who appeared in the painting, although he couldn't see clearly because the other party was lying with his back to the picture, but the appearance of the man just now Lu Mengli had to admit that the other party was indeed a madman who was a little similar to Meng Feiran, and they both liked to say two people by one person.

"It's just that why does this person appear in Brother Feiran's memory? And it also comes in the form of a picture-in-picture? ”

Just when Lu Mengli was feeling strange about this, she saw two white-bearded old men descending from the sky.

After falling into the courtyard and standing still, the two old men did not step forward to wake up the drunken man, but just stood motionless and stared at the drunken man in the ruins of the house, looking like he was not going to wake up at all.

"Ahh I don't know when Feiran will come to his senses. ”

One of them, a white-bearded old man in a gray robe, saw the drunken man in the ruins of the house and found that the other party showed no signs of waking up at all, so he shook his head helplessly and sighed: "It seems that it was wrong for us to let Feiran do that thing in the first place, we took it for granted." ”

Hearing this, the old man with a full head and a red beard standing on the side sighed with a sad face: "Yes... Obviously, we all know that Yiran's strength is not enough to complete that thing, but we still want him to do that thing, although the thing is done, but the person has become what it is now, and now the two of us have no way at all, what do you say..."

"Marvelous?"

Lu Mengli, who was looking at the picture intently, immediately frowned and thought to herself after hearing what the two old men said.

"Could it be that the drunken man in Brother Feiran's memory is actually Senior Brother Feiran himself? Or should it be said that Senior Brother Feiran looked like before he was reincarnated? ”

"If that's the case, then what are the two old men talking about? What did they ask Brother Feiran to do before to make Brother Feiran look like this delirious madman? ”

Although there are big doubts in her heart, Lu Mengli can still distinguish between dreams and reality.

So she didn't think much about it, but honestly waited for the picture-in-picture in front of her to continue.

Soon.

The picture-in-picture did not disappoint Lu Mengli, but took the initiative to show what the two old men wanted Meng Feiran to do before.

It turned out that the two old men were the two deans of Taixuan Academy, and Meng Feiran was the same as the Meng Feiran that Lu Mengli was familiar with, originally just an abandoned child, a little beggar who could only beg in the streets and alleys, but was later brought back to the academy after the two deans took a fancy to his cultivation talent.

Unlike Meng Feiran, who couldn't cultivate in Lu Mengli's memory, Meng Feiran in the picture-in-picture could not only cultivate, but even possessed extremely high cultivation talent.

It can be said that Meng Feiran is the most demonic existence of Taixuan Academy since its establishment.

Therefore, the two deans can be said to have devoted almost all of their efforts to Meng Feiran, so much so that they treated Meng Feiran, who was smart, sensible and talented, as their own grandson.

And Meng Feiran did not disappoint his two cheap grandfathers, after only ten years of cultivation, he had already broken through the cultivation realm to the cave ruin realm when he became a sixteen-year-old boy, and he was only one foot away from being able to go straight to the Tribulation Realm, becoming the most outstanding and youngest Tribulation Realm monk in the history of Taixuan Academy.

But at this moment.

However, the two deans thought that Meng Feiran's promotion speed was too fast, which might lead to an unstable foundation, and he needed to go through actual combat to stabilize his strength, and at the same time, he could also take this opportunity to exercise his character.

So the two of them specially chose a task that was absolutely challenging for Meng Feiran.

Although before Meng Feiran took over the task, the two also hesitated.

Because the person who wanted Meng Feiran to kill in the mission was actually very strong, he was a murderous madman who had crossed the Tribulation Realm, and even many monks from the Tribulation Realm had died in his hands.

The reason why they took out this task now was because they knew that in the hands of that murderous maniac demon, there was a very important "Eight Rank Void Immortal Pill" for the monk, or for the monk of the Cave Ruins Realm

If they could get this elixir and take it, they believed that with Meng Feiran's talent, they would definitely be able to break through to the Tribulation Realm as quickly as possible, and become a peerless genius who would break through to such a realm at the age of sixteen.

At that time, not only Meng Feiran will have a long face for himself, but he will also be able to give Dean Taixuanshu a face.

Thinking of this, the two deans, who were somewhat overshadowed by excitement and made themselves no longer so calm and wise, found Meng Feiran and handed over this task to him.

And Meng Feiran, who has always regarded the two deans as elders, although he had already guessed that he might not be able to complete this task, he still took it over.

He wanted to repay the two deans for their kindness to his reinvention, so he chose to accept the task.

Even if it comes at a great cost.

So after taking over the task, Meng Feiran first carefully observed the mission requirements, then disguised himself, and left Taixuan Academy to start looking for his killing target.

"Wine is a good thing, but wine mixed with blood... It's the real delicacy of the world. ”

"Especially the blood of you decent people."

The dust and smoke are billowing and the wine flag beckons.

The broken swords on the ground were filled with lingering blood.

Stepping on a head that has never been blinded.

Cao Renshan glanced to the right, then grabbed the wine cup filled with smelly blood and drank it down.

"Who are you? You're here to kill me too? ”

"Huh..."

The flirtatious tone was full of disdain.

"Can't those self-proclaimed decent old guys find more people? Want your little doll to deal with me Cao Renshan? ”

"The sword spectrum is ranked twenty-first, and the gentleman's sword is at ease."

"The sword spectrum is ranked nineteenth, and the Merry Sword King Yufeng."

"The thirteenth ranking of the sword spectrum, the sword Chen Chuan."

"All three of them are famous swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, but they all died at the same time from the same moves."

In front of the dilapidated tavern, a young man stood with a long sword on his back.

His eyes were not on Cao Renshan, but kept looking around.

The slightly open lips and teeth continued to speak.

"Feiyan needle is the housekeeping skill of Beiyuan Feiyanmen, and it can take people's lives silently, and it can be regarded as the top in the entire rivers and lakes."

"But just three years ago, a mysterious person slaughtered the top and bottom of Feiyan Gate."

"But there is one person in the Feiyan Gate who should have been wiped out, but he survived."

"This person."

Seeing Cao Renshan's hand holding the wine glass trembling slightly, the young man frowned slightly: "It's you, Cao Renshan." ”

"Feiyan Sect advocates that Feiyan Seat personally pass on his disciples, and he is the best candidate for the master of Feiyan Sect in the future."

"I'm not wrong, am I?"

The cold sound faded away with the wind and sand.

The next second.

"Bell!"

I saw that the young man had already held the long sword he was carrying in his hand at some point.

The scabbard was across the chest, and three flying needles pierced into it.

If you go any further, you will inevitably sink into your chest.

"Oh?"

"Something interesting."

Glancing at the three cold rays of light on the scabbard on the young man's chest, a trace of surprise flashed in Cao Renshan's eyes.

Then he threw out the wine glass in his hand.

The next second.

A loud bang erupted through the tavern.

The fragile gate turned into countless splinters, and headed straight for the young man with the roar of the wind.

"Do you want to use the wind and sand to hide people's eyes?"

With the hilt of the sword in hand, the young man slowly drew the blade of the sword.

I saw that this was an ordinary iron sword at all, with only a round vermilion orb inlaid at the hilt.

"It's too late to draw your sword now, right?"

A low, hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

But in the yellow sand, where can you see the existence of other people.

"Hehehehe..."

"Die!"

"It's worthy of a murderous madman who killed several Tribulation Realm monks, this method is indeed unexpected."

The young man's brow furrowed slightly, but he finally held the hilt of his sword.

And at the moment when there was a chill behind him, he drew his sword out of the sheath.