The disciples who had been sent by Wuye to watch the game rushed to their head when they saw the scene in front of them, and their faces were full of compassion.

These disciples came to Xiao Ruse's side and surrounded him in the middle, all thinking about how to take revenge.

Although, this group of disciples of the Unemployed Sect was in high spirits. Everyone has a desire for revenge, but it's only a momentary impulse. In front of the strong, the dissatisfaction in the heart after being humiliated, as well as those hot-headed thoughts, are unrealistic.

If the hatred of the head Xiao Ruse is really reported by them, how many years will it be?

However, if it is Xiao Ruse, it will not take long to recover the lost dignity in the next fight. If he wants to carry the downfall of the past, it will only take ten years.

However, ten years later, whether Xiao Ruse can defeat Zixuan is still difficult to say.

Sometimes, what is lost may never be recovered.

Maybe it's eternal life, maybe it's tomorrow.

When Xiao Ruse saw his disciples, he looked sad and sad. Xiao Ruse felt extremely ashamed and annoyed.

Indeed, at this moment, Xiao Ruse has no thin face.

Things are not people, and the same is true of Xiao Ruse in the First World War ten years ago. It's just that the disciples who came to see the competition are no longer the people they used to be.

The disciples in front of them, dressed in white and with long sleeves, walked the world with swords.

Suddenly looking back, the unemployed sect recruited disciples. Today's audience is all new disciples of the Unemployed School.

The mourning soldiers will win, and the disciples of the unemployed sect are dull one by one. What's even more terrifying is that some of the disciples of the Unemployed Sect actually whispered to themselves. He said lightly: "Master, or a group of our disciples will rush forward and kill all the disciples of the Wind Sect." ”

Xiao Ruse looked at these disciples with dull eyes, his mood was heavy, and his words were light. He said, "Forget it, leave a little follow-up for our unemployed faction!"

With a wave of Xiao Ruse's hand, a curtain of light immediately appeared here. In the midst of this light curtain, there is a black hole

Xiao Ruse glanced at the disciple in front of him and said in a low voice, "Go in! ”

Some of these disciples glanced back at the disciples of the Wind Resisting Sect, turned around, and walked towards the cave. Yes, there is no nostalgia for this, and they don't look back, and go directly into the cave.

None of them felt how happy it was to go back.

This pitch-black hole, with a huge entrance, can accommodate more than twenty people at a time.

This black hole is peculiar, although it appears to be black. It's really inside, but it's bright.

As long as the eyes are good enough, the brightness in the cave can illuminate the hairs on other people's faces. It can be seen that there is a sun inside.

Xiao Ruse, casting spells to pick up disciples, is also considered just right. He was really born at the wrong time.

All the disciples of the Unemployed Sect entered the black cave and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. Zi Xuan, the head of the Imperial Wind Sect floating in the sky, his voice was like thunder. said: "Brother Xiao, see you again in ten years." ”

Xiao Ruse looked at Zixuan above the sky with vendetta eyes, and was indignant in his heart. However, there is more than enough heart and not enough power. Nairan replied in a low voice, "Ten years later, see you again." ”

As he spoke, Xiao Ruse walked into the pitch-black hole, waved his sleeves, and the door of the cave closed.

The light curtain flashed and turned into a rainbow and left.

In an instant, Changhong disappeared from people's field of vision.

Zixuan saw that Xiao Ruse had already left, and slowly fell from the sky. When the disciples of the Imperial Wind Sect saw this scene, they all gathered around him, and the clan hugged him and cheered.

They are in a good mood, they are happy. All of them are shouting, "Victory, victory······"

"Win, win······"

A few are happy and a few are sad, some are happy and some are worried,

At the moment, it is indeed worth the happiness of the disciples of the Imperial Wind Sect. Happiness is, after all, the happiness of others.

Zixuan waved his hand and turned into a long rainbow and left.

The disciples of the Wind Resisting Sect left, and they also left one after another.

Gradually, the school field became a little cold, and there were only two figures here. These two people, one is Li Feng and the other is Feng Ran.

The old people meet, a thousand words. Feng Ran and Li Feng looked at each other, stunned, as if the most beautiful thing in the world.

This scene is indeed beautiful. Even though the current Li Feng has long lost his attachment to anyone, his tears are still phoenix.

Li Feng looked at Feng Ran, admired it, and said countless words in his heart, relative to the person in front of him. However, when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them again. It's just that they flattered for a long time, and they were embarrassed in the end. Because of this, Li Feng finally spoke, and his words were light. said: "Although I saved you, I still don't know the girl's name." ”

"The little woman Feng Ran, being able to meet Engong again is really a blessing from her previous life. Although freedom is destined in the dark, there is also a shallow fate. It's really not easy to meet an acquaintance in a foreign country, let alone a benefactor! Come to think of it, the little girl is really a blessing!" She seemed to want to take out her heart and show it to Li Feng.

It's just that the people are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold. Your cognition is not someone else's cognition.

Feng Ran, who is it? Her thoughts and understandings are different from others!

"Feng Ran, what a nice name! I remember. However, whether there is a fate or not, it will be known over time. At the moment, nothing is more important than cultivation. Li Feng has affection in his heart, but he remembers the beginning. On the day of weakness, people are like ants. In the past, his life was in the hands of the strong, and in the future he wants to control his own destiny. Li Fengyin said: "If you are not strong, one day you will be the target of someone else's slaughter, you should know the scene at the beginning." ”

When Feng Ran heard this, a scene from the Water Country came to his mind.

Li Feng has been in the shadow of the past for many days. Today, if he can become stronger, how can he give up? Falling into the sea, a life-saving straw appears, and he will be held tightly in the water.

The hope of survival is known only to the person concerned.

Li Feng glanced at Feng Ran affectionately. In a few steps, I left here.

He, who flowed to Feng Ran, only had his back.

Feng Ran nodded, looking at Li Feng who was slowly leaving, feeling so humble.

This scene is ridiculous. Feng Ran deeply understands what sadness is and what compassion is.

She was in tears.

We just met, but we want to leave. Heaven, what a creation makes people!

At this moment, Li Feng's back is very charming. In front of us, the truth of the past has become the hypocrisy of reality. It's just that the hypocrisy of this moment seems very real.

Sometimes, there are few things in the human world, is it feelings?

On the way to the path, many people get carried away and become incomprehensible to each other.

Obviously, the current Li Feng is not strong enough, and this road of indifference is also the path he really wants to take. Otherwise, he couldn't protect himself, and he couldn't protect Feng Ran. So, what should the robbers do when they come to rob?

Feng Ran turned around again, she didn't want to remember here, and she didn't want to remember the people here. The cultivators in the Imperial Wind Sect have a veil of faces, and Feng Ran wants to see clearly yet.

She wanted to leave and follow her own path of monasticism. However, the future is bumpy, and the sword goes to the world, and the pure girl is also in difficulty.

Time passed in a hurry, and Feng Ran quietly turned around and left here.

Li Feng here, he didn't go to the Immortal Mountain to cultivate, but to look for the Red Leaf Thirteen.

Not long after, Li Feng came to the outside of the house where the Red Leaf Thirteen cultivated. As he walked, he stared at the house.

He wanted to push the door in, but he dismissed such an idea.

He stayed at the door for a long time, helpless, and after thinking, he finally pushed the door open.

He stepped in and walked in. Dazzling, clear at a glance.

The thirteenth red leaves, sitting on the side of the fire tower, waited quietly.

Li Feng didn't know what Red Leaf Thirteen was doing! He gradually walked into the Red Leaf Thirteen, and only then did he realize that the Red Leaf Thirteen was practicing with his eyes closed.

He wants to improve himself, he wants to be strong.

Li Feng swallowed out a piece of air, and said in a low voice: "Master, are you cultivating?"

Red Leaf Thirteen, who was cultivating silently, suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. Said lightly: "I'm cultivating, do you have something to do with me?"

Li Feng hesitated, his eyebrows furrowed. He thought of the book "Tengyun Benfa". With it, you really don't need a master for a while.

Thinking of this, Li Feng felt that there was nothing that needed the guidance of the Red Leaf Thirteen, and staying here would delay the master's cultivation. He slowly breathed a sigh and said, "If the master wants to continue cultivating, I can't bother it." ”

Hearing this, Momiji Thirteen nodded, and replied, "You go!"

Li Feng walked out of the door, gently closed the door, and suddenly heard a "crunch". The sound of the door closing was pleasant, like a tree branch breaking.

The sound ripples, and it seems too vicissitudes. It, like the history of the Wind Resistant, is vicissitudes.

Is it a long time? Is it a long time?

Li Feng walked slowly, and a breeze blew in the distance. With a swing, a yellow leaf falls from the branch.

Li Feng turned his head, looked at Huang Ye, and smiled slightly.