In the land of the Shenzhou Continent, Yun Lan is really qualified to say this.

Others don't know that in the past twenty years, her cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and even if she fights against Lu Qingquan, the victory or defeat is mixed.

If she is determined to kill Lu Qingquan, Lu Qingquan will definitely die.

It's about Mu Wanfeng, and Yun Lan doesn't plan to hide it. No matter who the other party is, they are determined to leave it behind and ask for clarification.

Mu Wanfeng's throat moved, like a bone in his throat.

He could feel Yun Lan's thoughts, but it made him even more unable to face it.

Now, they are in two camps, hostile to each other, even if they recognize each other at this time, it is nothing more than adding to their hearts.

There was no turning back when he opened the bow, even if Lu Qingquan and him let go of their grudges, it was impossible for him to return to Yuntian Palace.

On the contrary, his master and his mother will definitely not let go of the many brothers and sisters of Kaiyang Peak and follow him to the cult to settle down.

So, the best thing to do is not to say anything and leave it at that.

"I'm leaving, and no one can stop me!"

After his divine consciousness was enhanced, he still couldn't see through Yunlan's cultivation realm. In other words, Yun Lan's divine sense is even stronger than himself.

There is no cultivation method of divine consciousness in the Shenzhou Continent, and even the Xuantian Sect has no relevant records.

Even if it was him, it was only after experiencing strange dreams that his divine sense was inexplicably strengthened.

Yunlan must have her own chances.

A powerful divine sense can probe the strength of others, and it can also hide its own cultivation.

Fang Cai Yunlan appeared silently, not being noticed by Mu Wanfeng, and it was also for this reason.

The improvement of the monk's own realm is conducive to the enhancement of divine consciousness, but relatively speaking, this increase is only a star and a half, which is only one point higher than that of people in the lower realm.

It is precisely because of this that ordinary monks cannot see the other party's strength realm clearly when the realm is low.

Yun Lan snorted lightly and said, "Then I have to offend!"

As she spoke, she suddenly stabbed at Mu Wanfeng with a sword, and her movements were as fast as lightning.

Mu Wanfeng didn't dodge or dodge, just stood in place.

Yun Lan saw that the other party was so big, and he didn't even show the spirit weapon, so he couldn't figure it out for a while.

On the one hand, she was a little annoyed that the other party looked down on her so much and wanted to teach the other party a lesson.

On the other hand, she was worried that a sword would result in the other party, after all, the situation is unknown now, and it is not to the point of fighting to the death.

Just as Yun Lan was thinking about whether to deviate the sword from the point, Mu Wanfeng suddenly moved.

He clasped his fingers with his backhand, and at the moment when the tip of the sword was near, he suddenly released his index finger and flicked it on the sword.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, the spirit sword in Yun Lan's hand deviated uncontrollably.

She was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't panic, but her competitiveness was aroused, her jade hand was raised, and she pointed at Mu Wanfeng fiercely.

Mu Wanfeng also raised his palm, opposite his palm.

Bang!

On the palm of his hand, two powerful spiritual forces collided, and there was a earth-shattering sound.

In this fight, the two were evenly matched, and each took a few steps back.

Yun Lan's expression was solemn, she put her hands behind her back, trembling faintly, but looking at the evening breeze, it seemed light and light.

At this moment, an ice pick condensed from behind Yun Lan, and with a whoosh, it stabbed at his back with lightning speed.

When Yun Lan noticed it, she was about to dodge sideways, but with a click, her hands were frozen by the frost.

When the two of them fought, the cold dew turned into a cold breath and quietly touched Yunlan from the ground.

Seeing this, Mu Wanfeng could no longer maintain her composure, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she roared angrily: "Hanlu!

But it was too late for him to shout, and the ice pick stabbed straight into Yun Lan's back.

It is foreseeable that if it is pierced by an ice pick, it will pass through Yunlan's heart, and it will be difficult to escape the fate of death.

However, Yun Lan raised her eyelids and looked calm.

The moment the icicle touched her, a hidden force pressed it and burst open.

Immediately after, a muffled grunt was heard, and the ice on her wrist quickly faded.

Hanlu was directly beaten back to its original form, and beside Mu Wanfeng, it condensed into a snowball.

Its two big eyes were not bright, and it glared at Yun Lan angrily.

"Spirit beast?" Yun Lan said in surprise.

Seeing that Yun Lan was in danger, Mu Wanfeng let out a sigh, and then another question arose.

It was the divine consciousness that stopped the cold dew?

Can the Divine Consciousness also be used as a means of attack?

Wen San finally found an opportunity on the side, and opened his mouth to persuade: "I said, which one is this going to make trouble......?

However, before he finished speaking, Mu Wanfeng's eyes glanced coldly, and asked him to swallow back the words that followed.

He looked at Mu Wanfeng, then at Yun Lan, and finally covered his forehead, he couldn't bear to look directly, he was really salty and didn't worry about eating radish.

A person who does not recognize his six relatives, conceals his identity, and dares to be rude to his master, and a cow who protects her calf, but does not know that the person who draws her sword against each other is her own calf.

Let's fight, let's fight, just kill one, and then see how you end up.

Mu Wanfeng looked at Yun Lan and said, "I said, you can't stop me." ”

Wen San clasped his hands on his chest, looked up at the sky, looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and said secretly in his heart: "Brother Feng, you don't recognize your six relatives like this, and bully your master, if your master knows, he won't beat your legs." ”

Yun Lan didn't rush to do it again, but stared deeply at Mu Wanfeng.

That expression just now didn't look like it was pretending, was it nervous about yourself? I don't want to get hurt?

Yun Lan was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked Mu Wanfeng, "Can I ask Your Excellency a question?"

Mu Wanfeng didn't squeak, but she didn't leave with any gesture.

Yun Lan stared at him and asked, "Do you know Feng'er?"

Mu Wanfeng's body trembled slightly, and replied categorically: "I don't know, can I go?"

Yun Lan faintly guessed, opened her mouth to speak, and finally changed her attitude and said, "It's okay, let's go~"

Mu Wanfeng arched his hand, picked up Hanlu, and strode down the mountain.

Wen San hurriedly followed, and after passing by Yun Lan's side, he seemed to remember something, and turned around and said, "That, Uncle Yun, my nephew has left, don't worry about me......"

He said this, but his eyes were slicing at Yun Lan, and he glanced hard at the cabin behind Yun Lan.

Yun Lan was stunned, blinked his eyes twice, and when he came back to his senses, Wen San had already run away.

Is there anything in the cabin?

With that in mind, she walked over with her feet up.

Upon entering the room, the furnishings remained the same, except for ink stains on the table.

She scanned the room with her senses and found a crumpled ball of paper under the bed.

With a finger, the paper ball fell into his hand, and when he opened it, he was immediately angry, and he crumpled the paper ball into a lump again and threw it to the ground.