Shen Bujiao stood condescendingly in the sky, looking down on all the beings, taking in all the scenes, the people who were rejected by Jiang Mian were all black hands against the monks in the scuffle just now, but not all the monks who shot at the monks were rejected by Jiang Mian, the circumstances were relatively light, he received 400,000 star coins, those people dared to be angry and didn't want to give star coins?

There are also those who enter the star floating boat and are not convinced that they have given more star coins than others and find fault, Jiang Mian did not hesitate to beat the person, if he was not convinced, he would be beaten again, and if he did not restrain himself after three meals, he threw it out directly.

Jiang Mian's methods are simple and crude but unexpectedly effective, who made Jiang Mian big, confident, and his own strength is not weak!

When he entered the star floating boat, he had to live with his snort, Jiang Mian said quietly: "If you get on my boat, you have to abide by my rules, so that you can get along happily and get through difficulties together, everyone says yes or no?!"

What could the monks say, they could only nod their heads, bow down and say, "What Young Master Jiang said is true." ”

The demon cultivators, monks, and demon beasts who were left in the secret realm naturally would not give up, and used all their strength against the star floating boat, but to no avail, those monks' eyes were even red, and they were given up forever!

The cracks in the sky above the secret realm are getting more and more, the creatures inside are becoming more and more irritable, Jiang Mian is not waiting, starting the star floating boat, the stars are running on the star floating boat, the dead spirits under the star floating ship are lingering, the secret realm has been sealed, and it is about to be broken, what will happen to these people.

Seeing that the star floating ship flew higher and higher, all the creatures that blocked the progress of the star floating ship were ruthlessly crushed, and one by one, the crazy blood-red eyes stared at the star floating boat, and in the endless roaring roar and screaming and screaming and killing, the star floating ship was gone forever.

Song Ziyuan said lightly: "Let's go." Without looking at the human tragedy below, with a wave of his hand, a spatial passage appeared in front of him, Shen Bujiao's footsteps paused slightly, and when he looked down, he only saw the angry roar of the sea in a piece of blood light, whether it was a demon beast or a demon cultivator, they would all become victims.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of her eyes, and a figure appeared in front of Shen Bujiao, the reaction speed she had cultivated in the ten-year crisis was far faster than her brain, a sword stabbed out, and the person who came came sideways to dodge, Shen Bujiao saw this and another sword, and in the shadow of the sword, she faced a pair of extremely cold blue eyes, not a human race!

Shen Bujie had a big alarm bell in his heart, and he fought against him, Mo Ran's strength was very strong, and Shen Bujiao was on par with Shen Bujiao, Mo Ran's deep voice sounded, "Take me away!"

"Don't think!" There is no doubt that this is a demon cultivator, and the blood waves are surging underneath, and the figures of one white and one green are staggered.

Suddenly, a bright sword light suddenly lit up, the sword edge was dignified, the sword light was clear, the killing intent was restrained, and the arrogance was among them, the sword light shuttled, and the sound of "clanging" gold and stone impact was endless, the sword light came and went, and Song Ziyuan's toes were like arrows off the string, fast, very fast!

The sword body coldly reflected the sunlight, and sparkled reflected the turbulent sea, thousands of brilliant lights overflowed from Mo Ran's body, the scene was extremely dreamy and beautiful, the handsome face was as white as paper, the light in the dark eyes disappeared little by little, he was dressed in white, his hands were hanging down, the green silk was flying in the wind, his body fell from the air, and the blood bloomed on the ground, like a red lotus blooming in hell.

Song Ziyuan's long sword was sheathed, as silent as when he made a move, as silent as a mountain, as gentle as water, but his sword was domineering and resolute and arrogant, "Let's go." ”

Shen Bujiao glanced at him with a complicated expression, and the two of them entered the space passage side by side, and the noisy roaring sound in their ears was isolated by the space, and it was extremely silent.

Song Ziyuan was the first to speak, "Your swordsmanship is too bad. ”

Shen Bujiao lowered her head in shame, compared to his lightning-fast sword speed, her swordsmanship was really not worth mentioning, thinking of this, her hand holding the Jueyun Sword tightened a little.

"But that's not bad for your age. Song Ziyuan added slowly.

Shen Bujiao said solemnly: "Please also ask the first seat to teach." ”

Song Ziyuan's footsteps did not stop, "I can't talk about teaching, if you are free, go to Xuanji Pagoda." ”

Shen Bujiao's heart sank, "I will." ”

"Hmm. "The light and light voice is like the wind passing through the bamboo forest.

The space passage was silent, the emptiness was terrible, and for a long time, Shen Bujiao shouted in a tangled manner: "The first seat?"

"Huh?"

"What is the origin of the world?"

Song Ziyuan's eyes were slightly downcast, he lifted his eyes, did not squint, and asked a question that was unrelated, "How long do you think Futong can last?"

"Huh?" Shen Bujiao didn't react for a while.

Song Ziyuan repeated it again in a good-natured manner.

Shen Bujiao swallowed his saliva, very nervous, this question is really difficult to answer, but the first seat asked, and she asked him again, so naturally she couldn't help but answer.

So I scratched my head and carefully recalled the situation of Ukikiri, ten years is not a particularly long time for a cultivator, the situation is formed for a long time, and it is impossible to become unrecognizable overnight, so the previous information is still very valuable for reference.

On the battlefield, Shen Bujie has been in it for almost half a year, and she knows everything she should know, after all, in that environment, it is difficult not to know, the fearlessness of the Futong sergeant, the hideousness of the void monster, the huge number, and the strength of the battle, make Shen Bujiao's scalp tingle when he thinks about it.

She is not all blind to things outside the window in the academy, and she knows about the major events that have happened in the country, and knows that the most troublesome problem inside the floating tree over the years is the secret realm, the sudden generation of the secret realm and the riot, I don't know how many lives I have taken into it, and I am completely filling it with human lives.

Floating Tung can be described as internal and external troubles, full of crises, this is a problem that everyone knows.

Today, Song Shouzuo asked her how long Futong could support it, and how ...... support it How long......

Shen Bujiao's heart tightened, of course she understood the meaning of this sentence, and it was precisely because she understood it that she was even more nervous and unacceptable.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, and she said in a harsh voice, "It should still be able to support ...... It's been a long time......"

Song Ziyuan didn't let her go, this answer was too general, "Be specific." ”

Shen Bujiao suddenly felt that the pressure doubled, how to answer this is a proposition!

Who is Song Ziyuan, the first seat of the Heavenly Academy, isn't this question equivalent to asking her, how long do you think Futong will destroy the country?!

Shen Bujiao especially wanted to rub his face, so helpless!

Song Ziyuan said: "But it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

"That'...... Then I really said it!"

Song Ziyuan's eyes were stained with a little smile, "Say it." ”

Shen Bujiao was a little apprehensive in his heart, stared at him with a tilted head, gritted his teeth and said, "At least it can support for a few thousand years, and a thousand years should not be a problem." "A hundred years is not enough, ten thousand years will be very hanging!

After she finished speaking, she cautiously asked, "What do you think?"

Song Ziyuan didn't express his opinion, but asked, "What do you think Futong will be destroyed for?"