Just as all the swords were about to stab Cheng Yi, a burst of spiritual light flashed, and then he disappeared.

The sword pierced into the air, and it landed on the rock, and the silence immediately appeared.

"Sure enough, it's a two-instrument mirror!"

"There is no trace of the Liangyi mirror, what now?"

The disciples of the Su family looked at the silence that appeared inexplicably, and looked at each other with anxiety, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Su Mu'er, who came to hear the sound, shouted: "What's going on again, there are so many problems in cleaning up the Lanyue Pavilion, what about Cheng Yi?"

"Miss Hui, Master ......"

As Su Mu'er's sharp gaze swept over, the disciple immediately changed his words.

"Senior Brother Cheng Yi, he's gone!"

He cautiously glanced at the song and silence behind their backs, and nervously responded to Su Mu'er's words.

"Who are you?"

Qingge turned around and greeted her with a smile: "Miss Su, it's really fate, we meet again!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Su Mu'er's eyes, and then turned into disgust.

I have to say that the moment she just turned around, Su Mu'er was really amazed.

The emerald green dress makes her delicate and cute, which is a charming posture, but now it is even more moving than the spring color in the mountains and forests.

"Feng Qingge, it's you again!"

She spoke with deep hatred, and turned away from the silence.

His eyes were like stars, and his eyelashes were extremely long. The sun shone through the criss-crossed branches on his face, lining his skin like congealed cream.

His gaze was long and long, as if there was no focus in his eyes, nothing in his eyes. The bridge of the nose is as tall as jade, and the lips are as red as cherry blossoms.

A brocade robe outlined the curves of his muscular body, and the warm breeze blew through his hair. Standing with the delicate her, peerless.

Su Mu'er looked silent for a long time, and his erratic eyes didn't seem to fall on her.

"You...... What are you doing again? Lanyue Pavilion has been destroyed by you, what do you want?"

From time to time, she took the opportunity to glance at the silence, and her tone was not as domineering as before. But Qingge felt a little unaccustomed inexplicably, so she couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked.

The sound was like jade, knocking on her heart word by word, but it was aimed at her.

Qingge suddenly raised her hand, passed through the crook of his arm, and wrapped her arms around him. Head up, smiling picturesquely.

"You want to know?"

He smiled and nodded, his eyes as gentle as water.

"Hmm...... Every time Miss Su sees me, she is in a high-flying and domineering manner, and her words are even more vicious and sharp.

But I actually became gentle, and I felt a little unaccustomed for a while, do you think my idea is a little strange?"

Only then did the silence put away the tenderness on his face, and glanced at her coldly, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he let out a disdainful cold snort.

However, looking back on the empress, it is as tender as ever.

"It's just a pity that I didn't take her tongue last time!"

There was a chill in his words, but his eyes could overflow when he looked at her.

Su Mu'er suddenly felt a little hatred in her heart, hating why she was so weak, but she could only listen to the cynicism of others.

The fact that no one was next to them looked at each other made Su Mu'er feel angry.

"If it's all right, please go back!"

Qingge let go of the silence and walked towards her, her lips lightly opened as if she had something to say. But then he frowned slightly, turned around and walked back to the silence.

Originally, Qingge planned to inform Su Mu'er about Cheng Yi and the mysterious person, but after thinking about it, he thought that this matter involved the artifact and the two ritual mirrors, so he dispelled the idea.

As for what Cheng Yi and the mysterious man want to do to the Windswept Pavilion, then she doesn't care.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Tell Su Mingyi that the dust refining bead is in my hand!"

She walked up to him and stood, looked up at him slightly, and said, "Silence, let's go!"

Silence reached out and grabbed her waist, nodded slightly, and the next moment disappeared from the ruins of the Lanyue Pavilion.

Looking at the place where they disappeared, Su Mu'er's jade hand clenched into a fist. The next moment, she let go of her hands, and a sentence overflowed between her lips: "Silence!"

In a dense forest on the periphery of the Pavilion, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and Cheng Yi fell to the ground. A mysterious man shrouded in black mist stood in front of him.

"Why did you save me?"

"Save you naturally because you are still useful, otherwise why would I expose my whereabouts!"

Cheng Yi sat up from the ground and leaned against a tree, his chest rising and falling with the gasp of the injured injury.

"So, you've had a holiday with her, too!, who are you, and why do you know every move so well?"

The mysterious man came up to him the next moment, crouching down beside him. The black fog was all over, and a faint voice came from the corner of the mouth.

"I can't save my life, but I still care about the Wind and the Wind! Don't worry, as long as you follow my instructions, I can give you everything you want! What you want to do, haven't you moved?"

Cheng Yi lowered his eyes, as if there was something unspeakable.

"Also...... Not yet!"

"Rubbish!"

The mysterious man fluttered past him back to where he had been standing, twisting his neck from side to side with his back to him, as if to relax his body.

"If you want to live, stay away from that woman in the future! What I tell you to do, you must do it as soon as possible. When the time comes, we will naturally be able to wash away today's shame in blood!"

Cheng Yi breathed for a moment, stood up against the trunk of the tree, and asked, "That demon girl is so powerful, why hasn't anyone made a move from the hundred schools of Xianmen?

The mysterious man turned his head suddenly, although his face was shrouded in black mist, Cheng Yi still vaguely felt the mockery in his eyes.

"Shoot?heh, I'm afraid that today's head of the Immortal Sect, Qi Xijun, and the masters of the Immortal Sect may not be able to hurt her in the slightest!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Cheng Yi's eyes, and he couldn't help but have some doubts, since his cultivation was so powerful, how could the two of them alone be able to fight her?

"I don't understand, she's just an ordinary person! The daughter of the Feng family, the disciple taught by Youhuaijun, why is her cultivation so powerful?

Could it be that she has reached the realm of ascending to the realm of becoming an immortal? However, if she has ascended to the realm of immortals, why should she not care if she is so vain in the heavenly realm?"

The mysterious man laughed, and the voice was shrouded in black fog and seemed a little hollow.

"She, twenty-one years ago, was abolished by Youhuaijun himself, destroying the spiritual veins and abolishing one person. However, the primordial spirit in her body is not ordinary!

Silence, the younger brother of Tianjun Yingyuan, the phoenix. Who do you think can be his opponent in this world?"

Cheng Yi was a little shocked and asked, "If this is the case, what is the way to deal with her? How can a mortal body fight against the same line of the Protoss?"

"I have my own way to do this, you don't need to ask, you just need to do what I give you!

If there is no more news, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!

Dropping that sentence, he disappeared into the dense forest in an instant, leaving all Cheng Yi's doubts and unwillingness in the verdant mountain forest.