found the sword, but the sword has changed hands, which is certainly a disappointing thing for Yan Beishu, but this is much better than looking for a needle in a haystack in the past.

He had finally found a clue, unlike when he had never heard from him, so that he could only hope to find out her whereabouts by asking the all-knowing supreme evildoer.

"I don't know. All I know is that this sword has taken the initiative to recognize me as its master, and its owner is me. Yu Xuehui didn't intend to tell him the truth.

"Senior Sister Yu, why didn't you tell him that this sword was originally Senior Sister's sword?" Before Yan Beishu could continue to ask, a weak male voice sounded behind Yu Xuehui.

Mu Yiyan regained consciousness from the coma, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, even if there was no wound here, he always felt that Jiang Zhanyue's sword was inserted here.

As soon as he regained consciousness, he heard Yan Beishu's question to Yu Xuehui, and the answer Yu Xuehui gave was the same as before. He felt very strange, Senior Sister Yu was clearly kind-hearted, she shouldn't have lied like that.

It wasn't the first time he felt out of place, but every time something interrupted, he quickly forgot about it. This time, I don't know if it was because he was stabbed by his senior sister that made him feel uneasy, and made him want an answer.

"Senior Sister Yu, the Fushu Sword is a good sword, you can use your identity, it is not difficult to get a natal sword that does not belong to the Fushu Sword, why do you want to rob Senior Sister Fushu?"

Now that I think about it, there are really few things that my senior sister can have, and Fushu is the only thing she can handle. In contrast, Senior Sister Yu has everything, with the head and the Yu family as backers, and the love of her brother and brother, and she is in the same family.

He suddenly felt that he regarded the change of ownership of the sword as an inconsequential matter, which was probably very cruel to his senior sister.

"Senior Brother Mu, haven't you come to your senses yet, don't talk nonsense." Yu Tianhao raised his hand and knocked Mu Yiyan unconscious again.

Yan Beishu didn't expect Yu Tianhao to make such a move, so he didn't have time to stop him, so he could only stare at Yu Xuehui and ask, "Who is the senior sister in his mouth?" Which peak of the Kunlun Upper Sect is a disciple? ”

Yu Xuehui planned for half a month, and everything was going smoothly in front of her, but she didn't expect Yan Beishu's character to fall short.

Yan Beishu rejected her, and she naturally wouldn't let Yan Beishu have a good time.

"Yan Daoyou, I have already said that I only know that this is my sword, and I don't know anything else. If you and I have a relationship, I would be willing to find clues for you, but Yan Daoyou is just a stranger to me. ”

"That's right, they're all strangers, and they don't have friendships." Pei Yuan watched the play beside Yan Beishu for a while, and only now did he speak.

Yu Xuehui noticed Pei Yuan early in the morning, Pei Yuan was full of magic weapons, almost writing the word rich on his face, even if he didn't speak, no one would ignore his existence.

However, Yu Xuehui is not interested in this person, her goal is to be born with a Dao body, but she is a rich child with more magic weapons, and wherever she goes, she will have magic weapons to take the initiative to deliver them to the door, so she doesn't think there is anything unusual.

It's better to say that this Pei Yuan's eyes always reveal a bit of disgust when he looks at her, and she has already noticed it, so she doesn't have a good impression of Pei Yuan.

"You don't have to say this to sarcastically mock me." Yu Xuehui replied.

But Pei Yuan's words were not said to Yu Xuehui at all, and he ignored Yu Xuehui, and only continued to say to Yan Bei: "Senior brother, you have already seen the senior sister who was knocked unconscious just now, you don't have to ask her for an answer." ”

"I've seen it?" Yan Beishu frowned suspiciously, he was really unimpressed.

If he did see her, how could he not recognize her.

Jiang Zhanyue was in a trance, and remembered to heal herself. Her life is not hard, and she can survive for so long under the suppression of Heavenly Dao, all because she wants to live.

At this moment, he had swallowed the pill he was carrying, and crossed his legs to heal his wounds.

There was a light-colored mark on her palm, and the color changed with the turnover of spiritual power in her body, and every time the color of the mark darkened, the pain was so strong that she frowned.

This pain was caused by herself, the traction spell, the forbidden spell recorded in the books of the library in the peak.

When the Supreme Evil Lady appeared in the illusion, she prepared with both hands, and if she couldn't get an answer this time, there would be a next time, and she cast this spell on the white-masked man.

At this moment, with this spell, she could also feel the traces of his divine soul scattered all over the place.

"Don't blame me, everyone is here to live......"

An unfamiliar male voice faintly sounded in his ears.

At the bottom of the round platform, there were only two monks left alive, and although both of them survived, it was clear that the situation was worse than the other.

The man who had been lucky enough to follow in had already taken all the pills he had brought, but his organs had already begun to shatter, and he was terrified when he remembered the monk he had seen outside the door and bleed to death as he spoke, and he knew that he would probably end up like that.

When he saw Jiang Zhanyue who closed his eyes to heal his wounds, he remembered the discussion between his peers, Jiang Zhanyue had taken a Bodhi spirit fruit, and even Yu Xuehui, the head disciple of the sect, wanted to take her heart to heal herself.

With unsteady steps, he stepped over the corpses everywhere to Jiang Zhanyue's side, and took out a dagger from his storage bag.

Without using any spiritual power, and without consuming spiritual power, he stabbed Jiang Xuanyue with a dagger like this.

When Yan Beishu and Pei Yuan returned to the bottom of the round platform, they saw this scene.

"She has a really big heart, how can she meditate and heal her wounds defenselessly in such a place." Yan Beishu didn't react much, only mentioned it casually, and had no intention of helping.

He can not hesitate to expose and reject Yu Xuehui, and naturally he will not have any sympathy for Jiang Zhanyue, who met in Pingshui. Life and death are fateful, and he doesn't care about how others are.

Pei Yuan scolded secretly in his heart, you have a big heart!

He hadn't told Yan Beishu that Jiang Zhanyue was the senior sister in Mu Yiyan's mouth, and it was very likely that she was the owner of the Fushu Sword he wanted to find. It's good for him to see Jiang Zhanyue in such a dangerous situation and say cool things.

Pei Yuan immediately sacrificed the magic weapon and wanted to save Jiang Zhanyue.

But before his magic weapon arrived, the man who wanted to sneak attack Jiang Zhanyue suddenly fell, and his death was the same as that of other monks who died in the illusion.

"Why, he obviously rubbed the key, at least he could save his life." Seeing this, Yan Beishu said with some surprise, he originally thought that Jiang Zhanyue would definitely die.

"With her habits, she really won't be defenseless." Pei Yuan withdrew the magic weapon and said with a sigh of relief.

Yan Beishu was puzzled when he heard what he said, what did he mean, didn't the man die because of the illusion?

Pei Yuan didn't know how Jiang Zhanyue did it, but he could be sure that the man didn't really rub the key in her hand, she was quite cautious, and kept a hand and didn't give these people a chance to pick up the cheap.

"Pei Yuan, you haven't told me yet, who is that kid's senior sister?" Yan Beishu did not forget the most important thing.