Li Yan looked at the three people standing on the sidelines, and did not make any more movements, but just instructed his subordinates to clear the people on the sidelines farther and farther away. At this time, looking down from above, the surrounding crowd formed a circle, and the circle was clean, and a dot in the middle was the three people facing each other. The circle continued to expand, leaving enough room for the three of them.

"Now the header has become a jousting platform. ”

Li Yan shook his head again and again, he has always been known for his cleverness, and he is not sure whether he will be promoted or finished after taking this hot potato. But at least he won't be used as a scapegoat, if there is no jealous figure behind Li Yan, Su Yizhi will not let him come out. This kind of morality has always been necessary among colleagues in the royal palace.

With Su Yizhi's instructions, Li Yan did not hinder Feng Qianmo from robbing the law field, but it was impossible to fuel Feng Qianmo's arrogance. If you go too far, the Barren Ridge side is not easy to bully, and the palace has always been at a loss.

"I've long heard that there is a child in Wanjun Mountain who was brought back by Liu Da, but I really didn't expect it to be like this......"

Li Yan narrowed his eyes, and his upright and stereotyped square face finally revealed the cunning appearance that belonged to him:

"No matter how you look at it, it's all in the product realm, and the big worship dares to let such a kid come to rob the Dharma field? Or is it ...... Just let him die?"

......

"Yunqi seniors will be happy to see your achievements today. Feng Qianmo couldn't move at this time, once he made the action of escaping, Wu Lingque's thunderous blow was definitely enough to kill him and Feng Moyu at the same time.

Wu Lingque was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, his face was as usual, with a smile that had become a habit: "He won't be happy, everything I did today just proved him wrong." ”

"It's you, too, who have grown a lot. Wu Lingque slowly paced towards the two of them, the blood-colored spiritual power in his hands became thicker and thicker, and the pressure on people became more and more huge.

"What's the point of delaying time?

"How can you let my sister and me go?" Feng Qianmo gently wrapped his arm around Feng Moyu, and the two of them faced Wu Lingque. Behind the Wind Foam Feather, the trapped dragons were slowly attracted out by a suspended purple token. Feng Moyu was silent, and anything she said at this time would only anger Wu Lingque.

"Oh, it's your sister? Wu Lingque's footsteps were slow, approaching step by step, without the intention of stopping.

"Release, you can leave at any time, all I want today is her life. Wu Lingque casually glanced at Feng Moyu, as if he was looking at an ant.

The distance between the two sides was very close, Feng Qianmo protected Feng Moyu behind him, stared at the "Shui Jue" who he didn't know at all, and didn't back down at all:

"She's my sister. ”

Wu Lingque's eyes were vicious, like a predatory wolf: "But she is not my sister." ”

"Today, she must die here! Give you two choices, either kill her with your own hands, and I will treat you as the Liu Jun Xing of Tao Pavilion! Or, give her a funeral, and go to apologize to the master and fellow disciples who died for you underground!"

Feng Qianmo's gaze remained unchanged, since he had already stepped on this torture platform, his answer was already indestructible.

Wu Lingque's breath was manic, his black hair was dancing wildly, and there seemed to be red blood lines churning in his eyes:

"Good! good!"

"Then die!"

Wu Lingque slashed with a palm, obviously it was the spiritual power of the water attribute, but it was so evil that it was evil, and the resentment was overwhelming.

"Falling Clouds, Shadow Words, Wind Breath!"

Feng Qianmo disappeared in an instant, and at the moment when Wu Lingque made a move, his emotions fluctuated slightly, and he forcibly rushed out from under the lock of the Qi of the Divine Rise Realm, and stabbed Wu Lingque with a sword from the side.

Wu Lingque only saw a blue light coming from the side, and he only had one feeling - if he didn't defend, he would pay the price.

Wu Lingque retracted his move and gathered his spiritual power on the side. As soon as the protective aura was gathered on the side, there seemed to be a crisp sound from the side.

"Let's go!"

Feng Qianmo disappeared in a flash, returned to his original place and picked up Feng Moyu, and was about to run wildly when he rose to the sky.

"How fast can you bring someone!"

Wu Lingque raised his hand, and there seemed to be a coercion in the sky of the entire execution ground, making Feng Qianmo show his figure at once, blocking the difficult front, and he was almost able to break out of this field.

"Mo Yu, you go first, I'll drag him down!"

"I don't!"

Wu Lingque's sleeves fluttered, and his eyes were red: "Then die together!"

"It can't be like this, it can't be like this!" Feng Qianmo's spiritual power ran in his body, and the mental method he had recited since he was a child seemed to come alive, and the spiritual power ran in the broken meridians all over his body, like dead wood in spring, and the peaks and loops turned.

Below, Wu Lingque forcibly performed exercises in the sparse meridians with half of his mental method, overflowing with spiritual power and terrifying weather.

"I'm going out!" Feng Qianmo rushed out with all the sword qi on his body raised by the sword qi in the sword, and he wanted to tear out all the gaps in the world around him, like thousands of silver snakes swimming back and forth, making Feng Qianmo's body suddenly light.

Off the field, Wu Lingque's arms were lined up, and the blood lines that recorded every life of his men were extremely bright red at this time, like blood vessels bursting out from under the pale skin. One of the thick lines is even more bright red, like a living thing.

A familiar voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of Wu Lingque's heart, the voice was gentle and elegant, but it sounded like a nightmare to Wu Lingque:

"Transplant flowers and trees, and create spiritual spirits. ”

Wu Lingque's spiritual power instantly burst out, the sound was like a spell, and the spiritual power backlash made Wu Lingque's internal organs seem to suddenly burn.

The black-clothed young man's eyes were bloody, and he seemed to have the appearance of the young Taoist in front of him. He clenched his teeth, his eyes complicated:

"Lu Yuan!"

Above, Feng Qianmo, who also exchanged the Qiushui Sect's mental method for a breath of fresh air, took this opportunity to completely open the way with his sword qi and suddenly went away.

After escaping from the field formed by Wu Lingque with the release of spiritual power, even if he took one person, Feng Qianmo's speed was still the same as that of the Divine Qi Realm, and he disappeared in an instant.

Wu Lingque clenched his fists violently, retracted the field, took a deep breath, and sealed the thickest blood line on his arm with spiritual power, completely stabilizing the spiritual power fluctuations in his body.

Without wiping the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes, Wu Lingque looked at the direction of Feng Qianmo's escape from afar, and muttered to himself:

"Is it because of the mind?"

Wu Lingque rolled up his sleeves and looked at the shocking row of blood lines on his arm:

"Lu Yuan, did Lu Yuan die that night, or did Wu Lingque die that night......?"

Soon, Wu Lingque got rid of this ridiculous idea -- he had already "eaten" so many people, and with the memories of so many people, how many times did he Wu Lingque die according to this? It's just that today's events have proved that there are still problems with his exercises, and the problems are not small.

"Is there really a remnant?"

Wu Lingque put down his hand, looked into the distance again, hesitated again and again, and finally gave up chasing. It's not that you can't catch it - the spelling spirit power is profound, and it is impossible for Feng Qianmo to really run out of Wu Lingque's palm. Go for it with your heart, and the isolated Feng Qianmo will still be caught after all.

It's just that Wu Lingque remembered a person, the white-clothed sword immortal who won his black chess with white chess. The white-clothed sword immortal can also be regarded as his savior Wu Lingque.

"You are a visionary. ”

Wu Lingque flicked his sleeves:

"This life, Wu Lingque will return it today. ”

At this time, in the distance, a young man dressed in a judge's uniform, but still elegant and graceful, floated beside Wu Lingque.

"Wu Gongzi is not chasing?"

Wu Lingque raised his head and stretched:

"Let Master Su see the joke. ”

A pun on a word, with an implication.

Of course, Su Yizhi won't understand, but he won't show that he understands:

"Where, Wu Gongzi entered the realm of consciousness at the age of fifteen, which is enough to make my generation embarrassed. ”

Wu Lingque didn't bother to pay attention, if he really entered a solid Shenqi realm at the age of fifteen, would Su Yizhi be this calm and composed?

Wu Lingque's realm is just a pseudo-realm in the eyes of others.

Su Yizhi did watch the entire robbery field without coming forward, and at this time everything came to an end and pretended to be late, but obviously pretended not to be very careful.

There are smart people on both sides, and both sides know the bells and whistles in a robbery field, and Su Yizhi really doesn't have any interest in acting, as long as he doesn't leave a handle.

Su Yizhi's bystander is very fair from a certain point of view - completely handing over this battlefield to the two protagonists of the incident means that even if the two Feng Qianmo brothers and sisters were killed by Wu Lingque with a palm just now, he Su Yizhi would still only wait for the two of them to die, and then "come late". Shenqi Realm is not very partial to Feng Qianmo in terms of odds of winning.

But judging from the palace's own laws and deliberately releasing water, from the beginning, his Su Yizhi's bystander was unfair. Now, judging from the results, it is indeed the royal government's "trick that succeeded" and got cheap. Then, it is time to take care of the face of Barren Ridge, and at this time, it will be too shameless to fall into the realm of Feng Qianmo and Wu Lingque to talk about things, and even say that Wu Lingque is not effective in guarding. Even in the future, if someone uses this to talk about Wu Lingque's sparse realm, the palace should also come forward to help Wu Lingque strengthen his momentum.

Su Yizhi was naturally sensible, and read the scripts that should be read one by one:

"Li Yan, a subordinate judge of the Zhenbei Town Cultivator's Mansion, the law is unknown, the suspect was mistakenly gone, he was fined three years' salary, and the people who reprimanded the gold were guarded at the border!"

Jinren Pass, a pass directly bordering Mangjin in the north of the town, has not really stopped for so many years.

Li Yan's face was bitter, and his already serious face looked even more bitter and bitter - this fucking has been degraded!

Su Yizhi looked around at everyone, and another decree was issued:

"Painting style Qianmo, portrait of Feng Moyu and two people, wanted in the whole territory!"

It's not light, the whole territory is wanted, and the palace is completely on the opposite side of Feng Qianmo.

It's not serious, now the cultivators below the Divine Rise Realm can't catch those two people at all, and the Grandmaster above the Divine Rise Realm, which one will be a stupid person? Which one is not a well-informed and exquisitely enlightened person? Can you not see the cattiness in this?

Wu Lingque can naturally understand that this wanted notice is more for show. But he wasn't much angry.

This time, Wu Lingque was convinced. I let Feng Qianmo go myself—"

The young man in black left slowly, as if muttering to himself, but Su Yizhi heard it clearly:

"I'll kill him myself. ”