Back then, in this maple forest, Bei Ming Xiu met Ye Qingzhou for the first time, and in the face of his spiritual power cultivation that completely crushed him, Bei Ming Xiu took it calmly.

Now the Northern Immortal Cultivator is still in this maple forest, but in addition to Ye Qingzhou, the enemy he is facing is Qiu Fengchun, who does not know how much he has recovered, and the Northern Immortal Killing Technique, although he is much stronger than back then, and there is no hope of victory under this kind of lineup, but he can still take it calmly.

He calmly dealt with everything twice, and it was built on the same backing.

Yu Changping was able to scare Ye Qingzhou off back then, and now Yu Changping is even more able to overwhelm everything, with him, Qiu Fengchun and others can't do anything to him at all, all he has to do is delay time.

At this moment, he heard Qiu Fengchun's question: "Yu Changping is ...... now Immortal level cultivation should be stable. ”

Bei Mingxiu was silent for a moment and replied, "Indeed, this is thanks to the poisonous hands you used to do back then. ”

He was already mocking Qiu Fengchun, but Qiu Fengchun's next sentence directly stirred his spirit.

"Yes, if I hadn't drugged him, he wouldn't have been able to reach the immortal level in his life. Qiu Fengchun squinted slightly and looked at the Northern Immortal Cultivator, "The Bao Dan that I spent more than twenty years refining is even faster than I imagined. ”

Bei Mingxiu's eyebrows were already raised: "What are you talking about!"

The Qiushui sword pointed at Qiu Fengchun, and the sword intent surged out, and the surrounding maple leaves fell one after another, like a rain of fire, which was quite similar to the time when the ten thousand leaves were floating in Qiu's mansion.

Ye Qingzhou stood in front of Qiu Fengchun, when his footsteps stopped, everything around him seemed to be still, and those falling maple leaves suddenly stagnated in mid-air, and then fell to the ground in a daze, like a big stone falling, and there was no longer the lightness of falling leaves.

A simple scene already shows Ye Qingzhou's own superb cultivation, even if the cold sword intent can crisscross this maple forest, as long as he stands here, even a wisp of sword wind will not be able to pass through.

He shouted: "Northern Underworld, don't make mistakes!"

Bei Ming Xiu only replied with a sneer, the grudge between him and Qiu Fengchun, that is, the four words of blood and deep hatred are difficult to fully summarize, from the beginning, the purpose of his coming here was to kill Qiu Fengchun again.

Qiu Fengchun is like a tree, even if all the branches are destroyed, as long as there is still a stump, it can be revived, he did not expect the survival of a stump before, so that now he can still talk to him in front of him, this opportunity, he will definitely not let go, even if Yu Changping has not come.

Although his skills have not yet been fully recovered, it is not so easy for Ye Qingzhou to stop him from killing Qiu Fengchun.

There are many ways to kill someone who is being guarded behind you without having to get past that person's obstacles.

Bei Mingxiu's fingers moved slightly, and a very fine ice line trembled slightly in the sunlight, as long as he pulled like this, the ice bullets that spread in the maple forest when he was in a hurry, mixed with thick and fallen yuan, could suddenly attack from all directions, and by that time, this maple forest might be more than half bare.

As long as the current Qiu Fengchun is stained a little, I believe that his life and death will no longer be able to repair the wounds in his body, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator is very sure that Ye Qingzhou and Bei Mingshuo will not be able to stop his attack, because everything hidden in the maple forest is too hasty, it is his trick, and the real killer move will only appear unexpectedly after the concealment of the trick.

After being convinced that Qiu Fengchun was still alive, he was ready to kill, even if someone from the Holy Pavilion came, there was no way to stop him from killing.

As long as the Northern Meditation Cultivator makes a move, this scene will happen quickly.

The people in the Holy Pavilion can't change his mind, and even the people in the world can't shake his belief, the blood feud of his parents, he has been burdened for nearly twenty years, and this blood and tears for nearly twenty years is the driving force for him to move forward.

But after all, if there is someone, he will care.

"Brother, stop. ”

Bei Mingshuo, who was standing behind Qiu Fengchun, finally spoke, his voice was a little shady, it seemed that he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, but the emotion in it was very obvious.

He was telling Bei Mingxiu that he was not under the control of some spell, and everything was what he really thought in his heart.

Bei Mingxiu's movements stopped suddenly, this situation was indeed beyond his expectations, Bei Mingshuo struck while the iron was hot, and there was already a little pleading in his tone: "Listen to him, okay?"

Bei Mingxiu thought for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

He killed Qiu Fengchun, in order to avenge his parents, save Bei Mingshuo from the quagmire, and let him repay the calamity brought to the Yu family, both sides are relatives, and now Bei Mingshuo is standing on Qiu Fengchun's side from the bottom of his heart, he can't make that decision for a while.

Although he has always been a resolute and decisive person, and there has hardly been a time of indecision, his weakness is also obvious, he cares too much about the people around him, he is not alone, and any relatives and friends around him may be his lifeline.

Bei Mingshuo is the one he will inevitably care about.

Bei Mingxiu retracted the autumn water, and the ice line quietly disappeared, wrapping around his little finger.

Seeing this, Qiu Fengchun smiled slightly, and asked a question that Northern Meditation Cultivator couldn't think of: "Watching Yu Changping's ascension to the immortal process, do you have any insights?"

Bei Ming Xiu gritted his teeth and said, "What the hell are you going to do!"

Even with Bei Mingshuo's persuasion, he didn't believe Qiu Fengchun's words, but the current Qiu Fengchun was too weird, and he really couldn't see through what he was doing.

As he uttered this sentence with seemingly full of anger, he glanced imperceptibly behind him out of the corner of his eye.

It should only take a short time for Lu Linxi to rush back to Yufu, and it stands to reason that Yu Changping should always follow the guidance of the ice bullet to come here, but now, Yu Changping's figure did not appear.

His question is actually a question about Qiu Fengchun's arrangement.

Qiu Fengchun did not shy away from it, and said: "Someone stopped him, Yu Changping will not come in a short time." ”

Except for those existences above the clouds, when almost no one can stop Yu Changping today, then it will only be Lu Linxi who will be blocked, but there are actually not many people who can completely stop Lu Linxi.

Bei Mingxiu restrained his expression, and his voice was calm: "I see." ”

Qiu Fengchun smiled and said, "Don't be in a hurry to make trouble, next, let's listen to a story from me, an old man who is dying?"

......

Lu Linxi is now staying on the road of Zhongzhou Chengxi Street, looking at the ordinary people holding a watermelon in front of him with an ugly face.

Whoever looks closely, they will only think that this person is an ordinary civilian, because his appearance, clothing, and everything else is very ordinary, so ordinary that it is difficult to be remembered, even if the Northern Meditation Cultivator is still here, he can't recognize him at once.

Lu Linxi is different, he has an extremely deep memory of this face, because this is his father.

"What the hell are you going to do!"

Facing his son's questioning, Lu Ping tore the watermelon in half with his bare hands, handed half of the watermelon to Lu Linxi, and said, "Don't be in such a hurry, it's not too late to sit down and eat a watermelon." ”

Lu Linxi didn't take the watermelon, and said sharply: "Do you know what is going to happen now, since you have bet on him, what is the point of stabbing a knife in the back now." ”

Lu Ping's eyes were slightly cold, and he scolded: "Is this how you talk to your father?"

"I'm used to being lawless, and you're not unaware. Lu Linxi said-for-tat, "After my mother left, did you really care about my feelings!"

Lu Ping shook his head slightly, he had no intention of continuing to quarrel with his son, he sat down on the corner of the street, and ten cut marks suddenly appeared on the two watermelons in his hands, as if they had been cut, but they still maintained the complete appearance of half a watermelon, and even a little juice never leaked.

Completeness does not mean completeness.

Lu Linxi sneered: "Is this considered a threat?"

Lu Ping's eyebrows were slightly cold, and he said, "Speak well, don't smell of gunpowder." ”

Lu Linxi was about to refute, but Lu Ping didn't give him a chance to talk back at all, and continued: "Don't you want to ask me what I want to do, I tell you clearly, I just want to delay him a little time." ”

"At least that's enough time to tell a long story. ”

Lu Linxi was stunned and said mockingly: "Qiu Fengchun lured him away, is it just to tell a story?"

Lu Ping nodded seriously and said, "Yes, he just wants to tell a story." ”

He handed out the watermelon again and said, "I'm going to tell you a story too, sit down and listen slowly." ”