Duan Chenyi was dressed in a black martial robe, with a long blue belt tied around his waist, the years were ruthless, leaving one furrow after another on his face, his hair was black and white, already half-white, and was tied up by a long black belt.

Just standing there with your hands behind your back makes you feel that there is not a person standing in front of you, but an insurmountable mountain.

……

Huo Wubian came down from mid-air and bowed respectfully to Duan Chenyi. "Senior Duan, in the Lower Fire Cloud Villa, Huo Wubian is courteous!" "Facing Duan Chenyi, the real ruler of the Duan family, Huo Wubian does not have any proud capital, he is just a martial artist with a double spirit, and the other party is a martial artist with a fourfold spirit, and he is no longer at the same level at all.

"Hmm!" Duan Chenyi nodded lightly with an expressionless face, for this kind of old-timer, Huo Wubian is indeed a junior, that is, the previous generation of owners of Huoyun Villa can be compared with his peers!

"What? Duan Chenyi? The ancestor of the Duan family, didn't he say that he had been in retreat for nearly twenty years? Could it be that he has come back again?"

"Now the Spirit Kingdom is really in turmoil! The Duan family's promotion to the Seven-Star Force is already a matter on the chopping block!"

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, Duan Chenyi spoke: "I know that the Duan family has been promoted to the Seven Star Force this time, you all have objections After Duan Chenyi finished speaking, he looked around, and all the people who were staring at him lowered their heads, even the boundless fire.

What kind of eyes are they! Those eyes contain endless sorrow, endless sorrow, and everyone's hearts seem to be surrounded by endless sadness, those old things, those sorrows of the past.

Xiaoxiao breaks the soul rain, and the sad and cool wind. The lonely soul cried and wept, waking up from a dream of grief and resentment.

The former lover turned into a handful of loess, the former brother turned into a lonely soul, and those friends who used to fight together fled to death......

Suddenly, Huo Wubian was startled, and quickly bit his tongue and sighed: What's wrong with him? How could he think of these things?

Then he glanced up at Duan Chenyi's eyes, and his heart was clear.

The other party should have comprehended the artistic conception, and it is the most rare artistic conception of autumn - autumn.

"It's so sad!" Huo Wubian just sighed, and then bit the tip of his tongue again, and didn't dare to look at Duan Chenyi's eyes again!

The middle-aged man in black was the same, biting the tip of his tongue and sighing in his heart: What a powerful artistic conception this is! Just by looking at it, it can affect the mood and hallucinate the remnants of life, if you don't bite the tip of your tongue and return to reality, I don't know what kind of foreign appearance I will have!

The fire boundless on the other side was also in a state of mind, and at the same time rejoiced.

Duan Chenyi's autumn mood only deliberately exuded a little, if it was aimed at one person, I am afraid that he would not need to do it himself, and the other party's state of mind would collapse, so that the strength would not be even seventy percent, not to mention ninety.

The worst thing in this is to comprehend the artistic conception of the wood, I have to say, the artistic conception of the wood on behalf of the plant meets the dry autumn is undoubtedly his sorrow.

"My potted plant, my sycamore, how come all the leaves have fallen off, it can't be impossible...... I have the artistic conception of wood, it is impossible for such a thing to happen, what's wrong, what's wrong. Hu Ziyu had already gone deep into the illusion, kept shouting and running somewhere, and finally stood there and cried: "A glass of turbid wine is ten thousand feet sad, and the boundless autumn leaves are sad." ”

Sure enough, it is worthy of being the home of the prime minister of Lingguo, a scholarly door, and his export is a poem, but now with his crying expression, how can he not look like a scholar?

"Please let us go!" The middle-aged man in black really couldn't stand the beard, if he hadn't been masked, he would have wanted to go underground.

"Hmm!" Duan Chenyi nodded lightly, taking back all the autumn intentions, and those who had fallen into his hallucination and illusion all woke up.

Of course, they remembered what had just happened, and they all shuddered, lowering their heads and no longer daring to look at Duan Chenyi's eyes.

Half a year later, the Duan Family Villa was officially promoted to the Seven-Star Family, and I hope that you will appreciate your face at that time, and if you are not satisfied with the promotion of my Duan family, even if you propose, my Duan family will "convince people with virtue". ”

Duan Chenyi bit the four words of subduing people with virtue very hard, of course everyone knows what this means, the Duan family will subdue people with virtue? I'm afraid it's martial arts!

Duan Chenyi told a few people about the location of Nangu, and instructed Lu Shuang to tell the royal family to make a big show of the emperor and announce this matter, of course Lu Shuang nodded like a chicken pecking rice, he couldn't wait to hope that the other party would leave quickly?

After finishing the order, Duan Chenyi took Duan Qianchou and Duan Wolf and flew into the sky and flew south. And the Duan family disciple was taken away by Duan Muhua.

In front of everyone's eyes, he walked so calmly.

Huo Wubian breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the people of the three major families, and snorted softly: "Rubbish!", and then turned into a cloud of fire and left.

"That waste of Ma Liang actually encouraged me to send him to death! I can't spare him when I go back this time!"

In the end, only the people of the three major families looked at each other, and finally shook their heads helplessly and flew towards the imperial city.

Far away in a hidden tree, two figures hid their fluctuations with all their might, standing on the tree, taking in everything that was happening.

"Father, what is Duan Chenyi's strength?" said one of the figures.

"Very strong! His autumn mood has reached an astonishing forty percent, and he has become small!" The voice sounded very old, and his age should be similar to Duan Chenyi.

"And which of you two is stronger?"

"Bo Zhong! Although his autumn intent is strong, my sword intent is not weak, and I can almost enter Sicheng! There is nothing for us here!Let's go!" The two figures disappeared from the canopy and flew westward.

If anyone is here, they will find that one of them is the sword family Jian Wuxiang!

"It's getting more and more interesting, I didn't expect that Jian Yixuan's old ghost is also alive, it seems that the Jian family is also very well prepared this time!" A smile flashed at the corner of Duan Chenyi's mouth in mid-air.

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Hengyuan Valley:

A lonely grave shrouded in cold, and all the birds dare not land here, because it is too cold here, and they will be frozen here in a short time, and only death awaits them when the time comes.

It was in the middle of a grave that the chill was pouring out, and it looked as if a ghost was about to be born, and it was eerie.

Even the entrance to the cave was frozen in a thin layer of ice, and since this graveyard had mutated, it had rained elsewhere, and when the rain reached this area, it would turn into beautiful snowflakes that fell from the sky.

It forms a nice snowy landscape on the ground, and it would be a beautiful place if it wasn't a cemetery.

Today, the clouds above the Hengyuan Valley were thick, as if the sky was about to fall, and an hour later, the sky was drizzling!

Snowflakes fell in this cold area, each of which was hexagonal in shape, and was generally sized, incomparably delicate, like a work of art.

And there is another difference in this place, where the snow disappears or merges together when it falls.

This is different, the snowflakes will be infinitely reinforced by the cold as they fall, and when they fall to the ground, they are already indestructible, harder than ordinary stones.

As a result, the snow here is covered with hexagonal snowflakes with a hint of white.

What had been a very peaceful place was broken by a voice.

"Click"

In the distance was the grave in the middle that constantly emitted cold air, and a thin figure broke through the blockade of the thin ice and soared into the sky.

Then a palm slapped downward, and in this palm, the snow-white cold air was released outward like a spring, and the cold of the cold air even strengthened the condensed snowflakes in the air again.

The cold air quickly condensed in front of the palm, the cold to the extreme, the condensation to the extreme, the two were combined, and the shape was somewhat similar to the mountain.

"Cold Mountain"

A palm slapped out, the cold air was infinitely compressed, turning into a thick cold air and spraying straight downward, because it was too cold, the air was condensed, the air became very dense, and the speed of snowflakes falling immediately dropped a lot, and even the aura of heaven and earth had traces of being frozen.

If someone saw this scene here, it was not cold at all, but a tall mountain peak crushing over, and the momentum alone was a little weaker.

The iceberg flew to the graveyard and crushed the trees fiercely, and the iceberg braved the endless cold air, as if it was about to freeze all the time.

The space through which the iceberg passed instantly became extremely solidified, and the water in the trees on both sides was frozen out, turning into tree-shaped ice sculptures, and the vitality inside the trees had already been frozen to death.

"Boom!"

A loud bang exploded on the ground, and the iceberg smashed on the ground, starting from the place where it was hit, cracks opened on the ground, each crack was two minutes wide, ten zhang long, and five zhang deep.

That's right, this person is Gao Han.

After Gao Han came out of the imperial city, he went straight to the Hengyuan Valley non-stop, stored his horses in a village outside the valley, and entered the Hengyuan alone.

Then in this tomb, a cultivation is more than ten days, Gao Han, who has not eaten or drunk for more than ten days, is now yellow and thin, and he no longer has the handsome appearance he had at the beginning, but looks like a ghost, and the purpose behind it is very terrifying.

The thin face, the cheekbones on both sides have been exposed, and the body is completely skinny and bone, and the bones are clearly visible. Fortunately, Gao Han is a true martial artist, otherwise he would have starved to death, and this tomb would have become Gao Han's real cemetery.

However, on the thin and weak small body, endless chill and oppressive force were released, as if Gao Han was not so thin, but a huge mountain.