She had to suppress Song Yunge and even get rid of him.

Although it seems that Song Yunge's harm to Yu Xiaotian is not so great now, the crisis has passed.

But who knows what will happen to him?

The key is that this guy is too much of a threat to himself, and the two have a lot of enmity, and he will definitely do everything possible to deal with himself.

She never believed that Song Yunge could turn war into jade.

He is the only disciple of Tianjimen, and if he threatens himself, he threatens Tianjimen, and Tianjimen takes it as his responsibility to help the world operate, and if he threatens himself, he threatens the world on this side.

Therefore, I have to act on behalf of heaven.

Song Yunge and Wu Youxue lived a few days of peace, reading books, practicing exercises, and having a good time, and lived a quiet and joyful life.

He knew that such days would not last long, and Leng Tianji would never make him so comfortable, but he didn't know what else she would use.

But the soldiers will stop the water and flood, and he has no one to fear in this world now.

He would occasionally go back to the bottom to meet with Zhuo Xiaowan and them.

The wind and waves below are calm, and without the disturbance of Yuxiaotian, the world below is extraordinarily quiet.

The imperial court and the martial arts sect have always maintained peace in his face, and the Tianmei side has been suppressed by the Imperial Sky Palace, and there is no invasion.

Everything was so quiet that he was a little unaccustomed to it, but it was giving him the opportunity to read desperately, and no matter what the book was, it was imprinted in his mind with annoyance.

His strong mental strength makes him strong-willed, and he is extremely fast at searching the memories in his mind.

I'm not afraid that the search is difficult, and the memory is complicated, but I'm afraid that the memory is not rich enough, and I want to search but can't search.

Early this morning, he and Wu Youxue were practicing outside the Vientiane Building, and Leng Tianji appeared again, his expression was hurried, and his face was solemn.

Song Yunge and Wu Youxue stopped and watched playfully.

Leng Tianji wore a Luo shirt like snow, but there were two blood stains on her chest, obviously she vomited blood.

When she saw Song Yunge and Wu Youxue, she hurriedly said, "Help!"

Song Yunge smiled and said, "Leng Tianji, do you think we will help you? We're not friends!"

"It's the trouble last time!" Leng Tianji shouted: "Actually, I was affected by you, you don't help anyone!"

Song Yunge shook his head: "Then I can't help it, so I'd better ask for another master." ”

"Xie Baixuan, you can't escape. Leng Tianji shouted: "After all, Su Zheming was killed by you, and this revenge will definitely be avenged!"

"We'll talk about that then. Song Yunge was unmoved.

"Okay, good, look at it and don't save it!"

"Haha......" Song Yunge laughed.

Wu Youxue frowned and looked at Leng Tianji, she didn't expect to see Leng Tianji have such an embarrassing time.

How proud and conceited this cold weather machine is, with superb martial arts, clever calculations, and has always been plotting against others, calmly.

Seeing her like this now, she inexplicably gave birth to a trace of sadness about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Her eyes sparkled with complexity.

Leng Tianji said hatefully: "I shouldn't have come to you bastard!"

"Haha......" Song Yunge laughed: "Leng Tianji, you also have today, have you forgotten how you squeezed me in the first place?"

Leng Tianji snorted: "I'll go, less verbose!"

She turned to leave.

Song Yunge said angrily: "Hypocritical, it's really hypocritical, everyone is here, how can they leave?"

The cold weather machine has already lured the enemy over, and the mud is stained, and you can't get rid of it if you want to.

Leng Tianji smiled smugly.

Just like the last time he faced Su Zheming, he must have attracted people by force, so he didn't care about Song Yunge.

She knows Song Yunge's temper, and she also knows the temper of those guys, just like a needle against Mai Mang, no one will let anyone, and there will inevitably be conflicts.

You just light a fire, and you don't have to worry about how far it can burn.

The four middle-aged men slowly appeared behind the cold sky fuselage, and they were about to make a move, but the cold sky machine disappeared at once.

The next moment, she appeared beside Song Yunge.

Wu Youxue stepped forward to block between her and Song Yunge, looking at her vigilantly.

Leng Tianji smiled and didn't move again.

Song Yunge sighed and said, "This trick has been tried and tested repeatedly, do you think that Leng Tianji has made me?"

"Then it's up to you. Leng Tianji said: "You can also let them be presumptuous, this is the Heaven Shaking Sect!"

The four middle-aged men stopped, looked Song Yunge up and down, their faces became more and more ugly, and they sensed the murderous aura on Song Yunge's body.

This murderous aura was not his killing intent towards the four of himself, but the evil aura left behind by him killing his own fellow disciples.

They immediately understood at whose hands Su Zheming died.

If they dare to kill the disciples of their Blood Smoke Sect, they deserve death, and they will refine his soul into blood.

The master who can kill the disciples of the Blood Smoke Sect is absolutely amazingly strong, and it is the best material for cultivating the twelve pillars of the Blood Capital.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the four of them lit up, not only revenge, but also a great gain, such a powerful soul is becoming less and less.

This kind of soul is equivalent to the rare fruits of other martial arts characters, and once it is obtained, it will be greatly improved.

They must not let go of such a huge gain.

Thinking of this, they glanced at each other, and they both saw the ambition and imminent move in each other's eyes.

They all want to swallow this soul alone, so they don't want others to do it, so they have to preempt others.

Or make an agreement, or divide the superior, and then it's not too late to do it, although the kid in front of him is strong, but the four people who are waiting for him are not Su Zheming's kid.

"Come on!" a round-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Let's roll the points and see whose luck it is." ”

“...... It's good. ”

“...... Okay. ”

“...... It's better to compete. ”

The three agreed, and the other could only nod helplessly.

He was helpless, because his luck has always been bad, so he is more inclined to martial arts, relying on real skills, rather than inexplicable luck.

The round-faced middle-aged man stretched out his hand, and a stone on the ground got into his hand, stroked it lightly twice, and turned into a square, and then there were a few dots on each side.

He threw it forward, and the small square stone rolled out more than ten meters and stopped, and there were four points on the top.

The remaining three threw small square stones respectively, but in the end, it was the tall and thin middle-aged man who didn't want to compete with the points that won.

He smiled smugly, he didn't expect that he who had always been unlucky would be so lucky, this was the first time in the world.

He laughed twice, and rushed to Song Yunge without saying a word, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

"Heavenly Needle!" Song Yunge shouted.

A silver light flew out of the sleeve of the cold weather machine.

Song Yunge flicked his fingers lightly.

The silver light stagnated in the air, and a silver needle as thin as a hair appeared, and then the trembling of "buzzing" turned into silver light again and shot towards the tall and thin middle-aged.

The tall and thin middle-aged man waved his sleeves indifferently, and the red light on his body flashed, and the mist shrouded in silver light.

"Snort!" The tall and thin middle-aged man's movements stopped suddenly, froze like a statue, and looked at Song Yunge blankly, the look in his eyes quickly faded.

His last thought was: I really am still the most unlucky!

Song Yunge glanced at the remaining three middle-aged men, and a smile froze on their faces.

"Let's go together!" Song Yunge glanced at and left, staring at the tall and thin middle-aged man, and absentmindedly beckoned to the remaining three: "Just solve it together!"